April 28th. Ready to leave.
Next, I began to prepare my luggage. I spent 800 yuan on a backpack (55 liters), a sleeping bag (-14 degrees) and a damp-proof pad. I borrowed a tent for two from my colleagues and bought medicine (I planned to buy medicine to prevent altitude sickness, but I didn't) and food (there were 20 kilograms, which was enough for me to eat for half a month, but later I realized it was stupid). The most important thing is to buy it. Train tickets, of course. I can only book the ticket for the fifth day online (the day lily is cold) and go straight to the West Station in the afternoon. But it's getting late. There is no sleeper for the seventh trip to Chengdu on the 29th, and it will take 32 hours in a hard seat. I was too tired before I got there. I'm afraid I don't want to meet a kind old lady. She insisted on giving me her berth ticket (I added another 60). I bought a map of Sichuan, four reverse films, and borrowed a book on field survival.
April 29th. Set out.
Colleagues at work all know that I'm going to the wild and may not come back. I don't know whether I'm worried or envious, but I'm serious (I think maybe they want to go, too, but their wife and children can't get away and lose themselves). During the day, I packed my luggage, sleeping bag, clothes, food, medicine, film, flashlight, raincoat, a Nikon body and two lenses (24, weighed on the scale, weighing more than 50 kilograms. I walked up and down the stairs with my back on my back. I was either too tired or my shoulders hurt. It's already 9 pm, and the bus 1 1:30 leaves. Let's go ... take off the tripod without walking a few steps, and it's a little light. I took a taxi to the west station. I'm wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. ...
On the train on April 29th.
Everyone in the car is very serious and preoccupied. The conductor asked me to write a letter of commendation, but I'm not in the mood. I only wrote three letters (practicing calligraphy). I started reading when I had nothing to do. I played more than 500 pages of "And I think, the train will arrive at Chengdu North Station at 6:50 in the morning, and the taxi may catch up with the train at Ximen Bus Station (only once a day). But I'm dreaming! The train did not arrive in Chengdu until 7: 55. I trotted out of the platform, through the crowd, and finally stopped at Ximen Station. I thought there must be many people carrying big bags and small bags to Siguniang Mountain like me. But when I saw the station, I didn't. I am alone. When I saw the 6:40 train to Rilong, it was 8:25. After that, I had to stay in the city for one night.
May 1. Go to rilong
I came to the ticket booth to buy tickets for tomorrow's sunrise, and the conductor asked me why I didn't buy tickets for today, huh? Is there a car today? ! Ha ha ha .. I quickly bought a ticket and got on the bus. After getting on the bus, I asked a fat passenger why the bus didn't leave on time. "I am waiting for you!" ! ! "Actually, I don't need to ask. The driver didn't have enough people to pull him over. I waited for more than half an hour before the bus finally left. The little fat man on the bus has been studying my luggage. After chatting, the little fat man surnamed Li, a native of Chengdu, is engaged in medical promotion. This time he also went to Siguniang Mountain and brought three netizens (Guangzhou girls). I said that you are really tired and will be abused. Xiaopang doesn't think so, and she doesn't talk about the same Tibetan girl with me anymore.
"What did you just say?" I asked the Tibetan girl in the front row.
"I asked you to Siguniang Mountain? Is the big bag not heavy? You dress too grand ... "
"It's okay. Are you going there to play? "
"No, my family lives in Rilong. I am going home on holiday. " The little girl smiled cleverly.
I started looking at her. Her dark and healthy skin, delicate and pretty face and bright and clear eyes are a bit like acting.
The car was bumpy and I stood up. The bag on the shelf hit the passenger's head. After the car crossed the Du Jiang weir, it began to climb along the river. After crossing Wolong slope, it is steeper. The car climbed the hill in a zigzag shape. From time to time, there are collapsed stones blocking the way. The road is narrow, with steep mountains on one side and abyss on the other. The car suddenly slowed down, so I looked ahead. No, the road was blocked by collapsed stones. Only a narrow gap of about 2 meters is left. Our bus will definitely not get through. Just thinking about it, the bus suddenly tilted (tilted to the abyss, and the rear wheel was suspended). I was shocked, but the bus came back soon and barely squeezed past to continue climbing. The car roared, trembled and smoked like a cow. Even turned it off several times and slipped down. Several cars are parked on the side of the road for maintenance from time to time. Our car is walking through the clouds, and its claws can't reach six fingers ten meters away (whose hand can reach ten meters? Have a speech disorder! ). There are yaks on the roadside. It was very cold in the car, and I only wore short sleeves on my upper body. The car climbed to Balang Pass (4450M above sea level), and my head was a little dizzy, and my heart was blocked. I had to open my bag, take out my coat and put it on. The car began to draw dragons, 180 degrees and turned one by one. I'm dizzy this time. Don't faint, driver!
The peaks and turns are full of flowers. The car began to go downhill, and the people in it began to cheer-they saw the snow-capped mountains. The dangerous section has passed, and the car soon arrived at Changping Village (Changping Goukou). Xiao Pang tried his best not to let a Tibetan girl be his tour guide, so he got off the bus in disappointment. I'm at a loss. I don't know where to go. It's past 5 pm. Do you want to go into the ditch or live in the village? I'm afraid it will get dark before I can pitch my tent in the ditch. While hesitating, a young man got off the bus, dark and wearing a pair of glasses. He is from Chengdu and his surname is Xu. He also carries a bag and a tent (much smaller than mine). We went to a bus stop together and asked if there was any accommodation. The owner of the bus station, surnamed Yan (probably Han nationality, dressed as a tourist), enthusiastically told us that it was full ... but it might be on his flat roof.
This is the largest and highest bus stop in Pingcun, with two floors above and below. The first floor is the dining room and kitchen, and the second floor is the guest room. We will pitch a tent on the first floor. I saw Xiao Pang again. He sat at the door of the guest room with three girls who looked like students, worrying about accommodation. I laughed internally. I don't want Xiao Pang to build our tent, but want to share it with us. Everyone is alive, who is afraid of who? Xiao Xu and I are the owners this time. We received the tenants-three girls from Guangzhou in a friendly way. I found that there were Cantonese girls in the places where I had a good time, but they were different from the Cantonese girls I remembered. They are much more beautiful, cheerful and familiar with each other. I lent them my borrowed tent (it should be ok to squeeze three people). Xu He and I live in another bigger house. Finally, I tied up the tent and laid it to protect it from moisture. I suddenly found out why the ground is hot. ! It's so comfortable (like a heated kang in the northeast), so it's the kitchen under our tent? ! Hey, whatever, as long as it's not a toilet ... tourists outside the tent open the curtains from time to time and look in and ask me if it's cold to live here. I laughed: it's not fun if it's not cold!
I had to come out when I couldn't stay in the tent. I found Xiao Xu pulled away by Xiao Pang. They went to Rilong Town to contact the gang that climbed the big peak the day after tomorrow, which seems to be called "Green Field" (these two words must not be read backwards-wild donkey). The so-called Dafeng is the shortest Daguang Mountain among Siguniang Mountain, with an altitude of 5640m, and it is necessary to climb from Haizigou. It's getting dark and the wind is getting tighter (fortunately, there are luggage on the tent). The stars in the sky are so bright that I can't open my eyes. Unfortunately, I didn't bring sunglasses (a bit exaggerated). Xiao Pang and Xiaoxu came back, but they didn't get in touch (Xiao Pang didn't bring his phone number). All six of us are hungry. To my surprise, the food here is cheaper than any restaurant in Beijing. 8 yuan with meat dishes, 4 yuan with vegetarian dishes. The meat is mainly yak meat, which is more than the beef we often eat. Salt jar, can it not be salty! During the dinner, we talked about life, ideals, love and study, and expressed our opinions in a harmonious atmosphere. We exchanged names. My name is Lao Yang (actually not old, only three children) and there are three men, Xiao Xu Xiao Pang. The three ladies are "Xiaoyun" with long black hair, "Xiao Qun" with short yellow hair, and hairless in bright clothes (Oh
Nozomi ate three bowls of rice in a row, which made me forget to chew the rice in my mouth. I only ate two bowls. I asked her how many bowls of rice she usually eats. She thought about it carefully and said, "I don't know about dry rice!" " Maybe she has never heard of the cross talk of Ma. Xiaoyun loves to laugh. What we say can make her laugh for a long time. "It's so funny, I can't stand it." I'm at a loss. I can't understand the bird language in Cantonese.
The small group was silent for a long time, eating only a little food for a long time, and occasionally forcing a smile and then calming down. I asked her if she didn't like it, whether it was too cold or trying to be cool, but she kept shaking her head. Finally, I was anxious: Are you sick? Xiao Qun finally nodded: "I have a stomachache, headache and want to vomit." Xiao Qun vomited as soon as he came out of the restaurant, and kept taking stomach-warming medicine. I think she may have a strong reaction in the mountains, so she shouldn't take care of her stomach, Xiao Pang.
Although the seller of counterfeit drugs knows some medical skills, he looks at a loss. However, Xiao Xu is very considerate, massaging the main acupoints on the head and hands for a small group. The small group felt better and showed a smiling face that was hard to see. However, due to overexertion and altitude reaction, Xiao Xu's head hurts, so he has to touch himself.
Back to the tent, fortunately, everything is still there. Xiao Xu is foggy (Beijing dialect), so I have to accompany Xiao Pang to make a phone call in Rilong. It was already dark, so we walked and talked along the Panshan Highway in the dark. Xiao pang walks too slowly, like a bear. I have to slow down. About a quarter of an hour later, we arrived at Rilong Town, which is much bigger than Changping Village. Xiao Pang spoke Sichuan dialect for a long time on the phone.
It was already ten o'clock when Xiao Pang and I came back, but Nozomi, Xiao Yun and Xiao Xu were playing cards with other tenants before going to bed (it was really hidden). The small group may have fallen asleep. I also got into my sleeping bag. The tent is so short that I can't straighten my legs. It began to rain lightly, and they came back to get into their sleeping bags one after another. The small group didn't have a damp-proof mat, so they had to find a way to borrow a quilt mat under it.
Wake up in the middle of the night by a pig barking, huh? Whose pig can go to the house? I listened carefully, and it turned out that Xiao Pang was snoring, his voice was vibrating around, and there was some echo in the valley. Xiao pang's snoring has its own characteristics: loud, deep, gnashing her teeth and barking. Usually, I treat someone who snores by pinching his nose to wake him up and then pretending to snore. But this trick doesn't work. Xiao pang doesn't have two minutes
""no? It is Xiao Xu. " I looked serious, but I laughed internally.
May 2nd. You changed Gou Ping.
The morning on the plateau is very cold, with clouds in the sky and light fog on the ground. The surrounding peaks are hidden in the clouds, just like a fairyland on earth. We set off after breakfast. The Tibetan grandmother who cooks insists that we bring two cakes and two eggs (for money) to everyone. In order to unify Tibetans and Han people, we had to accept them, and Xiao Pang carried them on his back (Xiao Pang grinned at that time). We bought tickets and started to go into the ditch. Siguniang Mountain Scenic Area is divided into long flat ditches.
We broke up as soon as we got into the ditch. A small number of people are in poor health. Rent a horse to go ahead, and I'll catch up soon. However, the bag is too heavy. In order to save my strength, I have to relax and keep my breath steady. I'm not tired after walking for a long time. Looking back, Xiao Pang turned them into black spots. I stopped to take pictures and waited for them to go together. Xiao Pang and others walk too slowly and always have a rest. In order to walk faster, I carry Nozomi's sleeping bag on my back. My footsteps are heavier (more than 50 kilograms), and my shoulders and neck are beginning to hurt. The road ahead is still a long way. Yesterday, I heard from boss Yan that it will take three days (the total length of the ditch is 29km) to get to the entrance of the beautiful scenery until 5 pm. The farther you go, the more beautiful the scenery will be. That's not killing me! After walking for a while, it began to rain. I quickly ran under the tree, took out my poncho and put it on. The rain stopped after ten minutes. No sooner had I taken off my raincoat than it began to rain again. God is joking with me. Whenever I wear a raincoat, it never rains. As soon as I took it off, it began to rain. Simply put your raincoat away and take a natural bath. Ha, God can't help it!
The small group and the horse are at an intersection, waiting for us to meet and walk together. The next scenic spot is called Dead Tree Beach. You have to go through a long muddy path-Tangbai Ancient Road. The path is winding and muddy, and the tall trees on both sides are primitive and primitive. Green belt plants hang on trees, and crystal dew floats in the wind. Xiao Xu said that it has a beautiful name-Green Basket. I can't just walk around in front of the beautiful scenery. I want to take pictures while walking. But the backpack is too heavy. When walking, the upper body should lean forward and the center of gravity should be high. If your feet slip, you will fall, which is even more dangerous if you have the camera in your hand. On the way, I led the tourists' horses one by one. Because of the narrow road, my horse's ass almost pushed me down the valley several times. Photography can only rent horse luggage.
The owner of the horse is a Tibetan youth. He wants to take my bag by himself. He walked on his back for a while, tied his bag to his horse and asked me, "Is this a stone in your bag?" "No, it's steamed bread." I didn't lie to him. I just brought more than ten Jin of food. Now I can finally understand what "liberation" means. The horse walked in front, and I took pictures at random in the back. Run and jump after taking pictures, hehe. ...
It was noon and sunny when we reached a large lawn (Erdaoping) in front of the dead tree beach. I unloaded my luggage from the horse and waited for them. Soon, Nozomi, Xiaoyun, Xiao Qun, Xiao Pang and Xiao Xu all arrived. Everyone was too tired to move on the grass. The poisonous sun on the plateau makes us very comfortable.
I took out my food and distributed it to everyone. "Help me, I have eaten too much. Everyone should eat more." . "ah! Beijingers, what are the rewards for eating more? " Nozomi asked with a smile. "Reward you for eating ten more sausages!" .
During the break, I took out my compass and looked at the direction. Nozomi and others also leaned in to see it, trying to learn two basic skills of survival in the wild. I told them seriously that the compass in my hand would be inaccurate because people contain iron. They said it was useless! "Yes, I put the compass on a stone in the distance and observed it through a telescope." "Yes, why didn't we think of that? ! Wait till I write this down. " Just when they praised me for my cleverness, I sighed: "Alas! However, stones may also contain iron. Huh? ! "They understood, turned and left me.
A few more steps to the dead tree beach, but they just don't move. Xiao Xu and I had to drag them one by one. Dead tree beach is really worthy of the name. All kinds of dead trees have strange shapes, with bare branches stretching into the sky at will, and streams and beaches criss-crossing under them. We started taking pictures. "ah! Beijingers, will you lean to the side? " Nozomi is about to take a picture of Xiaoyun. I said no problem, so I looked for Xiaoyun. "Come on, take a picture!" "Click" didn't expect to be photographed.
Everyone just had a long rest and the scenery was really good. Everyone was smiling, and the small group began to laugh. Ordinary tourists began to turn back here, because we had tents and were not afraid of having no place to live, so we naturally went in.
The deeper you go, the denser and more primitive the trees are, and the quiet path will never end. Nozomi, they walk too slowly. Sometimes they stop when they leave. It will take half a day to stop. I can't walk alone, so I stop to chat. These three southern girls are cheerful and love to laugh, lively and natural. It eliminates a lot of fatigue. Sometimes we go through the Woods, sometimes we cross the river through the wooden bridge, and sometimes our feet get stuck in the mud ... Finally, at 5 pm, we arrived at a lawn where we can set up a tent-Shanggan Haizi.
Shangganhaizi is surrounded by mountains, the mountain wind is not strong, and there is a lawn, which should be a good place for camping. But the lawn is littered with stones, large and small, which must have rolled down from the mountain. Xiao Xu and I looked at it carefully, but we couldn't tell whether it was new. Anyway, everyone is too tired. After a short rest, I suggest going to the front to see if there is a better place. Nozomi and Xiaoyun volunteered to go with me, and Xiao Xu set up a tent to take care of the small group (at this time, Xiao Pang has disappeared and may go to fertilize)
It's easy to walk with your luggage down. We talked and laughed through a large forest, crossed a small bridge and found a lawn half an hour later. There are four or five tents on the lawn, and people outside the tents are busy cooking. This lawn is located between two snow-capped mountains, which is the location of the tuyere. The wind is biting and the scenery is beautiful. Nozomi, they went straight to the fire of roast mutton. I chatted with a nice guy from Chengdu, and he said that they also met online and came from all over the motherland. The young man saw that I only wore a short-sleeved T-shirt on my upper body and asked me if I was cold. I gritted my teeth and reluctantly smiled "a little hot ... hee hee hee". We talked for more than half an hour, but Nozomi and others haven't left yet. They obviously want to turn me into frozen mutton!
Back in Shanghai, it's getting dark. I quickly got dressed, took my medicine, helped Xiao Xu set up a tent, and the girls went to collect firewood and fetch water. After a while, Xiao Pang farted from the hillside. It turned out that Xiao Pang was not going to fertilize, but to visit his neighbors (another group of people lived in the cowshed on the hillside where we camped). )
The spirit of the girls is commendable. The firewood collected is like a small Siguniang Mountain. Unfortunately, most of them are wet, and you can't blame them. After all, it rained for half a day in the morning. Finally, a fire broke out, and we were not fellow villagers, with tears in our eyes. We made two pots of water and baked the pies and sausages, which were also very tasty. The fire made everyone's face red and there were tears in their eyes. I don't know if it was smoked or too excited, maybe it was fear? ! No one spoke, and time seemed to freeze. My thoughts flew back to a warm home.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Pang's snoring sounded again, and even aliens could hear it. Hey! I have no choice but to close my eyes. I finally figured out a trick. I woke up Xiao Pang and told him that his voice might attract wolves (wolves mistakenly thought Xiao Pang was a pig and came to eat braised pork). Xiao Pang was afraid at first and stopped snoring. But after a while, Xiao Pang bravely walked out of the tent and turned around. When you come back, tell him I lied to him and keep snoring. Hey! It's really gone this time. It is raining outside the tent, and the wind is not small. It's really wind and rain. I can only appreciate this wonderful harmony! But apart from the noise, I vaguely heard footsteps outside the tent. It's not a real wolf, is it? After a while, the footsteps disappeared, and the wolf was probably scared away by Xiao Pang's voice.
May 3rd. In the ditch.
Finally walked out of the tent in the early morning. It stopped crying, it was misty all around, the air was fresh, and people were refreshed at once. It's a pity that Xiao Xu and I are breaking up with you. We must move on and look for a purer sky. But they are going back to Changping village. We left each other correspondence addresses and took photos as a souvenir. Watching Xiao pang and the girls' backs go away, I don't know when I will meet again. Since then, we have more good friends all over the world. Without Xiao Pang, they walk faster. It's just that their bags are getting heavier and heavier, and our legs are getting heavier and heavier. We went up the river. Because the river gradually narrows, the river is getting deeper and deeper, and the flow rate is getting faster and faster. Finally, I had to find another one to cross the river.
The big trees on both sides of the river fell into the river after they died. We stood on the slippery trunk and moved to the other side step by step, trying to keep our balance. The river flowing under the tree splashed with waves. My shoes are not good. I almost fell into the water without walking a few steps. Simply take off your shoes, put them in your backpack and walk to the other side. The road on the other side is not long, so we have to come back. After crossing the river several times, you come to a red stone.
The red rocks sparkle like rubies in the sun, as if they were in a fairyland. After we stopped taking pictures for dinner, we moved on. We walked a short distance and were blocked by a cowshed. There are dozens of yaks with fierce eyes in the fence. There was no road ahead, and we couldn't find the way after walking for more than half an hour, so we had to bite the bullet and cross the cowshed. Tibetan cattle are several times bigger than our common cattle, but they look fierce and docile. Crossing the cowshed is actually quite docile.
Why is it called "wooden mule"? Perhaps only local people know it. But I think even mules will be shocked by the beautiful scenery here. Anyway, I am a wood. There are lofty and holy snow-capped mountains on both sides, surrounded by a quiet clear water with reflections of snow-capped mountains and blue sky in the water. Cattle graze leisurely on the flat oil-green lawn, and the wind blows leisurely. This eliminates a lot of our fatigue. It would be great to live here. Xu and I started taking pictures separately. Cows seem to be interested in my backpack and come in droves. I quickly grabbed my backpack and accidentally dropped the mushrooms I had just picked. Cows shake off mushrooms and only eat plastic bags, which makes me puzzled: do cows also have environmental awareness? When the other cows saw it, they came to grab it. We rushed out of the herd and were surrounded many times. Of course, we can't give them plastic bags to eat. They don't even look at the sausages thrown at them. Finally, a local named Kyle gave us a hand, and some Shi Niu escaped. There was a nice young man around Marco who chatted with us. The young man's name is Yi, and his Beijing accent is a bit strange. He went to Jiuzhaigou before coming to Siguniang Mountain. We decided to walk back together. Let's go. Let's go.
It is getting late. Whether we can walk this day and a half before dark depends on our feet. I can walk faster than them on the flat ground, but I can't climb mountains. The two-day trek made my legs as heavy as lead. Finally, I fell behind. Yi began to look over and offered to help me carry my backpack. We changed our backpacks and walked on. Just now, Yi began to be silent. After walking in Mentougou for 10 minutes, Yi took the bag.
Finally, we walked back to the dead tree beach, rented a horse and hurried back with everyone's luggage. At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at a Lama Temple. Because of disrepair, the Lama Temple collapsed, leaving only a few broken walls dyed golden by the afterglow of the sunset, revealing a trace of past glory. We rented a car and went back to Changping Village along the winding mountain road. The driver drives very fast without a license and talks to us from time to time (what a genius!
When I got off the bus, my legs could not move, but my mouth could still move. I ate three catties of apples, thirty cents a catty, which was delicious. They went to Nozomi and them respectively. I was the first person in the group to find out that I ate apples, so I ran happily to make out with me. I held back my inner joy and barely avoided her, and men and women did not kiss. I'm glad we are together again. In this ancient Tibetan village, there will always be six of us: I, Yi and three Guangzhou girls: Wang, Yun and Qun (who climbed the Great Peak with the people in the green field). We found a Tibetan family to put down their luggage and start eating. This small village is a bit strange-there is electricity during the day and no electricity at night. We must light candles. It began to rain outside and indoors.
It's past nine o'clock in the evening after dinner. The girls want to go to a bonfire party held by local Tibetans. I'm tanned. I need a good rest. Zangmin's house is full, but the kitchen is still empty. I put a damp-proof mat in the corner of the kitchen, got into my sleeping bag and began to sleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up, very thirsty, and started looking for water to drink. I saw an ancient cauldron, which was very heavy. So I came out.
I slept until the wee hours. My leg still hurts and I feel weak all over. I got up and punched, much better. At breakfast, I saw the cauldron again. After heating, the Tibetan aunt poured a bowl for each of us. It turned out to be millet oil tea. I've heard of it before, so it smells like this.
5.4 swimming in shuangqiaogou.
We had to charter a car to visit Shuangqiaogou. We started looking for cars separately. The tractor costs 200 yuan, which is dirty and unsafe. I can't help it. All the good cars were packed yesterday. After searching for a long time, I finally rented a plane (to 230 yuan). The driver had to take his co-pilot, so the six of us had to squeeze in the back. The car bumped all the way. It's full of laughter, and the scenery outside is charming. Fresh air blew in through the overturned window.
Friends who drive tractors can enjoy the beautiful scenery without obstacles.
The bus arrived at a scenic spot called Dead Tree Beach. The river between the two mountains divides a meadow into several pieces. The horse is grazing leisurely. Shepherds ride across the river from time to time, splashing. The snow-capped mountains in the distance appear and disappear in the clouds (but they can't be seen nearby, so there are too many tourists). The owner went to eat while we were taking pictures. Yihe wants car keys, scrambling to experience the feeling of people and cars merging in nature. Why can cars be unfamiliar? They must promote the experience (this is actually a combination of people and cars). After swimming in ginseng fruit ping, they continued to walk inside after finding the driver. The car passed Wuse Mountain, Riyue Baojing, Hunter Peak and Eagle Rock, and came to the cowshed. After taking photos, they went on to the bottom of the ditch-Sequoia Forest. As the name implies, there should be a large redwood forest here. Unfortunately, several vacant lots were cut down at first sight. There are not many sequoias, so we need to replace them.
On the way back, everyone fell asleep, and there was a satisfied smile on his lips. I didn't stare at the road with a smile, but I also chatted with the driver from time to time to prevent him from "laughing" too. It's not that I cherish my life, after all, I have to think about my family. Don't let my parents worry about going crazy, especially in this wild place. Mark my words: safety first!
Back in changping valley, it was raining lightly in the evening. We found a restaurant and talked while eating. Sour camellia oleifera, sprite-like highland barley wine, hard beef, sweet wild mushrooms, and the simple laughter of Tibetan boys. It seems like a lifetime ago. At that time, everyone didn't speak, and time seemed to freeze again (it seemed to freeze once in front, sorry).
After dinner, we went back to Tibet Hotel. There is no need to set up a tent in an empty room. I can finally sleep with Simmons, ha. But the girls stayed in our room and had to stay with them and interrupt them. Just a few words will make them laugh their heads off, but they are even more reluctant to leave.
5.5 You Haizigou.
Dawn breaks early in the morning on the plateau. A few crows of chickens, a few barks of dogs and a few wisps of smoke are something that we can't feel in the city. Have a big breakfast. I ate some steamed bread, some eggs, some big potatoes, several bowls of porridge and some baskets. . . At 9: 45, we started heading for Haizigou, and it was raining lightly. The shepherd also set off with the cow. I only carry my camera on my back, so I can walk easily. Haizigou is in the direction of Siguniang Mountain, and we started climbing. Soon came to a large lawn-alpine meadow. Here the grass is lush, but it doesn't grow tall, and the purple wildflowers sway gently with the wind. In the distance, the big girl snow mountain is hidden in the changing clouds. According to the local people, it is called Guo Zhuang Ping. Every Tibetan calendar festival has a grand celebration here, and you can see the Tibetan dance-Pot Zhuang Dance. Unfortunately, we missed it. As we started late in the morning, we had to get to the seaside quickly and return before dark.
We walked around the mountain along the muddy path and bypassed the ridge. It's already sunny at this time, and the sun makes me sweat. We sat on a flat stone by the roadside and rested, letting the sun shine warmly. Xiaoyun doesn't want to go, mainly because the shoes are not good and the soles are uneven. Walking is very tiring, and staying here is very comfortable. She has to keep her here until we come back, but there are many tourists nearby who are safer.
The road ahead will be more difficult. The rain on the mountain divided the path into several sections. Don't walk in the water, or your feet will sink in. Of course, the feet can be pulled out, but the shoes stay inside (they will become fossils after a long time) and have to walk around.
Yi and I go ahead. I found that Nozomi was completely able to walk. I was a soldier when I asked. No wonder. . Personality likes a strong female political commissar, obviously tired and stiff at the altar! But I grabbed her bag from behind. Nozomi followed me as if she was afraid that I would run away with her bag. I'm fast, she's fast, and when I stop, she stops. It seems that there is really a lot of money in the bag, and they can't go home without it. I can't help laughing when I think about it. Nozomi asked me what I was laughing at, but I just laughed and didn't answer. Inadvertently, I turned around and found several wild flowers on the bag, swaying in the wind and beautiful. It turns out that she has been following me in arranging flowers. Although I don't approve of her destroying nature, I don't agree with her. . Several horses passed by, and I asked the rider how far ahead. Answer: "It's a question of kilometers." I thought there were still four kilometers, which is more than an hour's journey. But it hasn't arrived after walking for nearly two hours, and it will take more than two hours to ask people again. Oh! That man just said ten kilometers. We are waiting for the arrival of the group and Xiao Xu. It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and it takes three hours to walk back without looking at the scenery. Had to go back. Fortunately, I will also go to Jiuzhaigou, where Haizi is the best in the world and there is nothing to see.
The sunset glow in the western sky is transmitted from the mushroom cloud like volcanic eruption, and the hunter Xuefeng in the distance is reflected red. Nozomi and their silhouettes froze in the sunset. This scene seems to have appeared in one of my dreams. Am I really in a dream? On the way back, we met Xiao Pang. He just went to Da Nv Mountain with a group of climbers. It snowed on the mountain last night, and Xiaopang's hands were as cold as steamed bread and pinched a hole. But Xiao Pang is in good spirits, talking and laughing. I can't laugh, because I marched on the plateau with a big bag on my back a few days ago, and now my left leg hurts when I bend over. Finally, I fell behind. I cann't catch up with a few girls
It got dark early in the mountains, and I moved slowly behind. The cold wind has blown through the soaked coat. Several times the moonlight tore through the thin clouds and shone on the road. The food I ate in the morning is long gone, and my stomach is protesting. However, I am lucky, and the small group is even worse. Xiao Xu helped me behind me. Unfortunately, no one helped me, alas. .
Going back to Changping Village is naturally a good meal. At dinner, we discussed the return ticket for tomorrow. It's too late to buy tickets now. I had to drag my boss to buy salt. Old salt promised us to get up at five tomorrow morning.
5.6 Return to Chengdu.
Get up, carry a big bag and come to the station. Boss Yan will took us on the bus. There were no seats in the car, so we had to sit on the benches in the aisle. The carriage is seriously overcrowded, but it is still in the car. The driver is really trying to make money, and our lives are in his hands. I am hesitating whether to get down, the bus has already left. The shabby bus wandered on the road. Alas, let fate take its course!
The car climbed all the way, and the road became dangerous because of ice. It is still dark, and people have gradually fallen asleep. However, in the dark, there are a pair of bright eyes watching every move ahead: the driver turns the corner without honking his horn and is still smoking. Why isn't the car on the snow chain and there is a cliff next to it? . . I woke Yi up and asked him to watch the road ahead for me. He laughed at me! I have to say to myself: Ommanibe Hong Mei is a secret spell.