On August 30, 2020, the first leg of China Southern Airlines’ Happy Flight was launched, heading to Lhasa via Chongqing, fulfilling my millennium and cross-century dream of snowy plateaus. This inadvertent little accident made me ignore the past. Concerns about high altitude sickness.
In the afternoon when I stayed in Chongqing before entering Tibet, I left the hotel to go out for food. I was forced back to the room by the 39-degree high temperature. I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out quietly, waiting for the sun to set before going out again. .
The streets of Chongqing are still sultry at dusk, and the air is filled with the smell of spicy hot pot. There are some private cars parked in an orderly manner around the empty square of the commercial street, all with their trunks open, displaying the products they sell. Objects, some car owners put their goods in beautiful shapes on the hood, it seems that we are really entering an era of all-people stalls.
I randomly found a restaurant nearby to satisfy my cravings. The air blowing from the air conditioner in the store was a bit warm.
This is a city that relies on air conditioning to survive. After dinner, we quickly hid in our accommodation. The next day we had to fly to Lhasa, which is more than 3,000 meters above sea level than the mountain city. We must have a good sleep peacefully. There was no need to leave too early for the noon flight. I dragged my suitcase leisurely and took the subway to Jiangbei. When the plane landed smoothly at Gonggar Airport and I stepped out of the cabin, it was so cool that my arrector pili muscles were contracting. The residence was a quarter of an hour's walk from the Potala Palace, so I put my luggage and headed straight for the destination.
The sky is blue, with cotton-like clouds surging. Zongjiao Lukang Lake is surrounded by green trees, with colorful cruise ships and ducks playing in the water scattered on the lake. Peaceful.
The first time I saw the beautiful Potala above the water, I was shocked by its beauty. I couldn’t help but walk a little faster, which caused a slight high reaction and made me feel a little dizzy. Feeling like my soul was about to escape, I found a stone bench to sit down and rest, while adding water and chocolate. From time to time, I pass by groups of lamas in red cassocks, grannies turning prayer wheels devoutly, and pilgrims who prostrate themselves all the way. There is no trace of anxiety, it is natural and peaceful. Maybe this is all sentient beings, this area The mystery of the land. The next three days were a tight and challenging trip.
A Tibetan grandmother I met on the road in a Shigatse temple invited me to sit on the stone steps and chatted without any grudges. Her face was full of sincere smiles and her eyes were shining.
On the way to Namtso, the tall, black Tibetan driver drove the car so fast, singing and chanting sutras all the way. The tourists I saw when I passed the Naganla internet celebrity check-in spot at 5190 meters were very excited. They must all be brave men like me, with obsessions in their hearts.
Namtso Lake, which means "Sky Lake", is surrounded by the majestic Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain to the south. The lake water is cold and clear, with gulls swimming on the lake, and beautifully dressed yaks playing or dancing by the lake. Lying or standing, their owners are selling things like Buddhist beads bracelets to tourists, but more often than not they want tourists to take photos while riding their yaks on the lake.
Walking at high altitudes becomes extremely difficult. There is almost no vegetation cover and the thin air requires oxygen injection. On the third day, on the way to Yamdrok Yumcuo, we encountered a Tesla with a Guangdong B license plate in the Yajiang Valley at an altitude of 4,280 meters.
The beauty of Yanghu Lake (Yangzhuo Yongtso), against the vicissitudes of the Tibetan Plateau, is a soul-stirring beauty. In the words of a woman riding in the same car, there is really beauty in the world. To the point of crying.
There is green carpet-like vegetation on the slopes around Yanghu Lake. The rapeseed flower blooming season has passed, and there is no bright yellow embellishment. Against the blue sky and white clouds, the lake water glows with a hint of peacock blue feathers. The color is both eye-catching and heart-pleasing.
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Starting in Lhasa, the journey on the road officially kicked off.
After Yubeng, an epic hiking route in China was hailed by travel enthusiasts as "a hiker's paradise" and "an otherworldly place under the sacred mountains and holy waters." Departing from Deqin County in Diqing at 6 o'clock in the morning, carrying three days' worth of luggage and supplies, the 34-kilometer mountain road was drizzled in the sky, and the feet were full of mud and gravel. We arrived at Shangyubeng Village before 1 noon.
This is just the beginning. The journey to the ice lake in the rain the next day will be even more difficult and tiring.
Always believe that the most beautiful scenery is on the road.
Being trapped in Urumqi due to the Kashgar epidemic, I was able to have an in-depth understanding of Xinjiang and encounter a wonderful encounter.
Carrying my father’s medal for the liberation of northwest China, I walked past Shangri-La, which he often mentioned.
Boating on Lugu Lake, bonfire party, night talk around the fire at the chieftain’s house, and getting to know Mosuo people and Kham men up close.
I visited Yunnan three times, just for the different scenery and simple folk customs in Caiyunzhinan.
I prefer the exotic architecture of Banna. The color saturation is so beautiful that you can see the beautiful scenery when you raise your hand. The fantasy of Gaozhuang night, the sunset on the Lancang River, and the dazzling array of tropical fruits all show the small blessings of life.
Worship at Mount Wutai, pray at Lingyin Temple, make pilgrimages to the Forbidden City, mourn in the Old Summer Palace, and linger in museums.
Folk music, Peking opera, drama, New Year concerts, suddenly it feels like art is actually very close to us, so close that we can reach out and touch it.
Life is a one-way journey. We don’t know who gets on and off the bus along the way, and we don’t know who will accompany us all the way to the end.
Traveling thousands of miles, wash away the dust in your heart.
Encounter more beautiful scenery and a better self on the road.
Although the second season of China Southern Airlines Happy Flight was hit hard by the sudden Delta epidemic, and the air tickets were refunded and refunded, they were left alone.
However, I still want to be a good citizen.