23 years old, in Tibet -V
Text / Doudou
July 16 Lhasa-Basongcuo- Linzhi
At 8 o'clock in the morning, we packed our luggage and set off for Linzhi. After leaving the city, I had to drive a muddy road because I was building a road, and the car was so bumpy that I had to vomit out breakfast. It was finally easy to reach Mila Pass , and the road gradually became smoother.
m to reach the top of the mountain, with an altitude of 5,100 meters. There is still light and shadow at the foot of the mountain. As soon as I go up the top of the mountain, it is drizzling. I only get out of the car and walk a few steps, and I can feel chest tightness and breathing. Crossing Mila Mountain , the long slope on the other side went all the way to the end. The trucks were getting closer and closer and bigger, and they passed by us on the edge of the cliff. The sound of the car gradually disappeared, and it became far away in a second. The car rushed out of the mist and rain and broke into the warm sunshine. Along the clear and flat Niyang River , you can see the scenery of "cattle and sheep when the wind blows the grass and lowers the grass". The Niyang River is the "Tear of the Goddess", with intact vegetation, beautiful scenery, and numerous wild birds. We also see the peculiar Ni River and Ya River converge, half as turbid as clear, but as the cars move further and further, the blending river water finally returns to purity. It's like this snowy plateau, which can wash away all the filth. There are mountains on both sides of the Niyang River. It’s strange to say that the more you look up at the mountain, the more you feel the majesty of the mountain. No wonder Tibetans always regard the mountains as gods.
The closer to Linzhi, the more Jiangnan flavor it has. The rapeseed flowers are scattered on the roadside in small pieces. Although there is no dancing butterfly rendering, nor is there a gorgeous style that covers the sky. The simple rapeseed flowers are like girls next door, soft and friendly, beautiful and close, revealing their imaginations about spring.
When we were about to arrive in Linzhi, we went to Basongcuo Scenic Area . Passing through the village, there were fewer yaks, but many free-range pig herds appeared. Unlike Jiangnan, these are all black pig with black hair and a tip of the nose, which is a bit like a wild boar. The sow led a group of piglets across the road in a mighty manner, but despite their scary appearance, they were very brave. As soon as the stranger approached, they would "coax" and run away.
Basongcuo is the holy land of the Red Cult of Tibet. If Yanghu is a sapphire, then Basongcuo is like a piece of turquoise. The mountains are lush, the lake is green, the fish swimming in the water are shimmering, and the water surface is sparkling, and the snow-capped mountains surrounding it are reflected in it, which is beautiful. Although it is slightly inferior to the scenery of Qiandao Lake in Jiangnan, it is because of the appearance of such a pool of clean water among the towering mountains that makes it even more magical. An enviable stuttering village is located in the scenic area. There are various Tibetan courtyards beside the streets, as quiet as a private garden. If you can stay here for one night, listen to Tibetan songs the next morning and wake up to listen to the dinging sound of fish in the lake. When you look up, you will see the snow-capped mountains not far away. How luxurious it is. There are also many little black pigs on the street, probably because of the same zodiac sign. I think these timid black pigs are extremely cute, and they squatted like fools and talked about the life of pigs with them.
Finally arrived in Linzhi when it was dark. We were hungry and chose to have dinner in a Sichuan restaurant. The dishes were not very delicious, but finally I dared to drink a few sips of barley wine with my uncle at a lower altitude . Barley wine has a strong and mellow aroma. If you are not careful, you will get drunk, but it seems that it has magical power to make people want to drink it.
July 17 Linzhi Lulang Town
10 o'clock in the morning, we set out from the hotel, and today's destination is Lulang style town. Lulang is located in the deep mountains and old forests, with forests and sea of flowers, herds of cattle and horses, meadow pastures, and winding streams. It is known as the Oriental Switzerland.
We drove a borrowed van and drove along Line 318 into the bend, with wild flowers everywhere and pine trees standing in the ground. When reaching a high altitude, there are often a kind of short bushes, with purple flowers, clusters surrounded by clusters, extremely vibrant. In the flat valley, there is a herdsmen's house. The wooden bridge is built to the side of the road. There is no one to see. The stone house is emitting smoke from cooking, rising up and floating in the air that has not yet touched the white clouds.
It was raining lightly on the top of the mountain. In just 5 minutes, the rain passed by the sunny day and the sky was clear. The thick fog filled the sky, and we were also hazy in front of us, just walking through the fog in the mountain.At this time, you can just look down at the Lulang forest, and you can see the woods covered with fog like clouds covering the mountain. Between the two mountains, a spring flows through the trickle of water, and several houses are deep in it, quiet and peaceful, like a place where a god is living, and beautiful.
went down the mountain and we finally arrived in Lulang Town. Between the mountains and the pastorals, the houses with strong feelings are arranged in an orderly manner, novel and unique. Tourist buses in the town are charged, so we slipped into the village from another path. The car stopped at the foot of the hillside and it was the end. Behind the house is the Tibetans' own pasture, separated by wooden fences, and they stock their own pigs, cows and horses. I took a look at a white horse with beautiful sitting posture and clear bones from afar, so I mischievously climbed over the fence and approached secretly. The horse stared at me coldly, which made people a little scared. I had to walk forward carefully to take a photo with it. It stood up, patted its flowing tail, raised its soft mane, tall but very gentle, as noble and handsome as a prince, which made people very moved.
The meadow pasture continues, yaks and horses lower their heads to eat grass, and some herders ride horses and gallop by. So leisurely and so elegant.
At noon, we ate stone pot chicken in the town, and the chicken soup was rich and fragrant. The most special thing is that the stone pot used for stewing chicken is taken from Motuo. The locals carved the soap stones from the cliffs of Nangabawa Peak into a pot with primitive knives, which is rare. The stone pot chicken is made of Tibetan fragrant chicken as the main ingredient, supplemented with medicinal materials such as palm ginseng, wolfberry, and red dates. It is stewed slowly in the slow heat. The chicken is tender and elastic. The soup is fresh and has a faint fragrance of medicinal materials, which is nutritious and delicious.
Back in the evening, I returned to Linzhi city and went to a restaurant with a good reputation to eat mushroom stone pot chicken. It was the time to pick mushrooms, and the taste was even more delicious.
After dinner, I walked out of the restaurant and saw a double-layer rainbow hanging in the sky, gradually receding. Any beautiful moment is fleeting, but surprises will always come inadvertently, and beautiful memories will remain in your heart and never fade. At this moment, we have touched eternity.
About the author: Doudou
Self is a difficult thing to recognize.
is like a bean, maybe it is uncommon,
but no one knows what kind of flowers it will bloom.
Life comes and goes, and the future is not long.
enjoys timely, and does not indulge in every opportunity to laugh, and
does not neglect every moment of heart-warming.
I am Doudou,
always likes a sentence:
The sun is still far away, but there must be a sun.
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