When I first listened to it, I didn't agree: a tour guide, who can't play? Flat-headed, thin, with a pair of nearsighted glasses on his nose, Lanzhou accent, regardless of L and N, not tall, how can such a person without characteristics be a gold medal tour guide?
The car bumped on the northwest plateau of Sichuan, and the altitude without transition suddenly rose. Altitude sickness made us afraid to go near the coastal areas. Ahai had no choice but to sell the oxygen carried by the driver with the car, but the tour guide of Oumutang Huahai Scenic Area, a well-dressed Zangjia boy and girl, sang a song from time to time, which made us feel at ease a lot along the way. Alas, Ahai, even if you can't sing, you can tell a joke. Ahai was silent.
When the car passed the Heishui River in Heishui County, Ahai suddenly woke up. He pointed to the turbid and turbulent Heishui River and said that he was a student of the Chinese Department of Sichuan Normal University. After graduation, I went to teach in Heishui County, and didn't leave the teaching staff until I obtained the national tour guide certificate in 2007. When he said this, Ahai's eyes behind the camera were unusually clear. Only a tour guide who has been a teacher will have such clear eyes and will not be contaminated with impurities. Ahai doesn't want us to call him a tour guide. Call him Ahai, Haizi or Hagrid. Perhaps, only Ahai, Haizi and Hagrid show the kindness of their brothers next door by calling them tour guides.
Along the way, Ahai explained to us a lot of knowledge that books can't learn. For example, Tibetan elements, why are there so many prayer flags along the way? When the wind blows the prayer flags, it means reading the scriptures. For example, Manidui made of stones brought back by Tibetan compatriots, such as what auspicious patterns of Tibetan architecture represent, such as Tallinn's past lives.
When Ahai talks about important content, it is usually above 4000 meters above sea level. At this time, we will feel sleepy because of lack of oxygen. A Hai was worried that we were asleep and couldn't tell whether we were asleep or fainted, so he told us some Tibetan customs of novelty hunting to refresh us. There are five kinds of Tibetan funerals: celestial burial, tower burial, water burial, earth burial and cremation. During the celestial burial, our attention was completely attracted by A Hai, regardless of dizziness and vomiting. The dolphins, who seemed to be waiting for A Hai to feed, opened their mouths. A Hai's eyes, hidden behind the camera, have a subtle cunning, and Lanzhou Mandarin sounds very cordial. He described what he saw and heard at Seda Celestial Burial Terrace. Celestial burial means feeding the dead bodies to vultures. Vultures eat and fly to heaven, while Tibetans think that the dead have ascended to heaven smoothly. In Seda celestial burial platform, there is no pain, no crying, no giving up. Everything is going on silently. Tibetans' attitude towards death is calm and respectful. When Ahai spoke this passage, his face was solemn, and the soft light of the sunset hit his face.
Maybe I have been a teacher for a long time. Ahai talks about customs and history and likes to ask questions. Do you know why the lakes on the plateau are called "sea"? We will laugh and joke, because all the places A Hai passes through are called Hai! Ahai squinted and looked particularly satisfied, and then knowledge poured out, much better than singing.
Ahai circled countless powders in just one day. At dinner in the evening, several well-read old teachers in the group discussed giving Ahai some money as a tip to show their encouragement.
I didn't expect that the existence of Ahai would make Tingting, a full-time tour guide, jealous. We took pictures in langmusi that day, and Tingting said enthusiastically, "I'll take pictures for you."
Teacher Jing is blunt: "No, we'll let Ahai shoot. Ahai is a good marksman. "
Tingting passively handed the camera to A Hai. Compared with A Hai, Tingting is a good tour guide, speaks softly and sings. A Hai's photography technique didn't come out of thin air. After the Wenchuan earthquake, A Hai's tour guide career was interrupted. His first job-hopping was to learn photography and worked in a photo studio for some time. No wonder the photos A Hai took for us are particularly beautiful. He will take the trouble to adjust the formation for us and make everyone look good.
When Tibetan families experience Tibetan customs, the painters in the team are chosen as "grooms" and taken to see Tibetan "mother-in-law". We said, ask Ahai to help, or the painter will "bleed". Traditionally, tourists don't have to pay for such programs at any tourist attraction. Ah Hai seems to have disappeared, quietly. It's not that Ahai and Zangjiale will cheat us. Afterwards, I learned that the painter didn't bleed, and Ahai was really reliable and wouldn't take us to an unqualified collector. When my friends experienced Tibetan music the year before last, the price was much higher than that given by Ahai.
I also wonder what is the reason for A Hai's enthusiasm. Some black tour guides rumored on the Internet force tourists to shop and show their faces if they don't buy. I waited for Ahai to take out dried yak or milk slices from his treasure chest, but as the days passed, Ahai didn't take out anything to sell. Instead, he often bought fruits and vitamins for us out of his own pocket.
On the last day, A Hai should leak the clue. Sure enough, when Mr. Jing and I came out of the toilet, we were abandoned in the vast Huanglong scenic spot, in the middle of nowhere. We trudged on the plank road leading to the colorful pool, and the desolation and lack of oxygen made us complain about Ahai.
We didn't go far before Ahai caught up with us. It turns out that Ah Hai didn't abandon us, but we abandoned Ah Hai. We asked the unforgettable story of kelp group. Ahai said that he and his guests survived several times because of frequent earthquakes. At that time, the tour group temporarily decided not to take the expressway, and the Wenchuan earthquake happened. He escaped because he took the national highway, and the expressway Bridge broke in two. If he had gone to expressway, he would have sunk into the Minjiang River to feed the fish. When Jiuzhaigou was hit by the earthquake, he had just sent the guests aboard. Two minutes after the plane took off, Jiuzhaigou collapsed.
That's escape from heaven! I said.
It can be said that we are used to life and death, so we can help others as much as possible when they meet difficulties on the road. One turn may be our own ends of the earth. Ahai's eyes are sincere every time he speaks, as wise and decent as a history teacher in class.
Ah, I suddenly admire Ah Hai and feel ashamed of my narrow suspicion.
Ahai saw us on the plane, and I silently said that Ahai was indeed a gold medal tour guide! May good people live in peace, Tashildler!