Memories of Tibet in Idle Clouds One by One in Linzhi

Life is a passing, passing the world, passing the years, and then longing for every tomorrow, feeling every different scenery and personnel.

in the evening, the night will not stop, and the clouds will swim to Linzhi, a small south of Tibet. The mountain on the edge of Bayi Town is lush and foggy. There is not much prosperity in the town, and it is drizzled. The streets are clean and humid, and the air is fresh and moist. It's just that the Yukikaze on the plateau is blowing, and it's a little cold.

Yun lives with fate. When shooting a street scene, she met Sister Jiang who was soliciting customers in front of the station (called her Jianghu by online donkey friends). Follow Jiang Jie to her family hotel, a few steps from the station, just opposite the conspicuous Hanting Hotel, a three-story red brick and white-walled villa with a single house.

I chatted with Sister Jiang (about 3 years old at most) and learned that she is from Hechuan, Chongqing, where she has rented a house and opened a hotel for many years. Sister Jiang is actually not beautiful, but she is very kind and easy-going. She said that she liked quiet places with few people, so she chose to stay in Linzhi, but Yun felt that she was a person with a story.

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Jiang Xiaobai said, "I have a bottle of wine and have something to tell you, but don't spread your heart around. Because, you're not the only one with a story! " Yun is just a passer-by, more or less a person with a little story, and understands Jiang Jie's solitude.

Although Sister Jiang posted a piece of paper in every room, "This is a home for cyclists, hikers and backpackers. Please don't doodle in the room. If you do, you will only have to get well the next day before you leave!" Notice. Yun still saw that the powder wall in the corridor of the inn was densely covered with words, including Chinese characters, Tibetan and even English.

? Yun carefully appreciates the comments written by the donkey friends on the wall of the family hotel, just like the message book of Maggie Amy's restaurant. It is said that Maggie Amy's message book has been published in a book, all of which are tourists' heartfelt voices, either sadness or joy.

"Holding your hand will keep you crazy for thousands of years; Kiss your child's eyes and accompany you through eternity. " "If you are not sad enough, you can't fly, but you don't have a dream, so why are you far away? I've been wandering, but I've never seen the ocean. I thought I forgot, so I was lying in your hand. I tried to smile and be strong, and loneliness built a wall. It can't compete with the tenderest moonlight at night. ”

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Looking at these touching words, I walked through the deep world of mortals and missed seasons, together with the personnel in those seasons, although they have long been fixed as the scenery in my memory, Yun is still touched by these infatuated people who have never met before.

In this vast world of mortals, there are some lovers, fascinated by love, hurt by love, mistaken by love, and committed to life and death! It suddenly occurred to Yun that this place is also the hometown of the monk Cangyang Jiacuo.

as life changes, it's hard to predict the good and the bad. At 1 o'clock in the evening, Yun browsed WeChat in bed, and suddenly the bed shook. The first reaction of Yun was an earthquake, and only a few seconds later it was calm again. Yun quickly put on his coat and was about to go out when Jiang Jie ran upstairs in a panic, saying that it was an earthquake and asked Yun to run downstairs quickly.

Yun followed Sister Jiang downstairs, and the ground was full of people. In the dark night, many people were in shock and their clothes and shoes were disheveled. The mobile phone was disconnected for a while. About ten minutes later, someone from Sister Jiang called and learned that an earthquake with a magnitude of 7.5 had just occurred on the Indian side, and everyone's mood was slightly settled.

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after a while, there were no aftershocks, people gradually dispersed, and the clouds went back upstairs. The situation of the earthquake was described in WeChat, and all the friends in the circle expressed their concern and condolences. A colleague joked, "It's really an unusual trip. A lucky person has his own natural conditions and won't die." Yun Yi tooth smiled and said, "People are on a long road, and life and death are not yet over. I hope to see the sun tomorrow."

With all this chatting and fatigue during the day, Yun went to sleep unconsciously. When I woke up the next morning, I remembered last night's earthquake, picked up my mobile phone, and saw more worried inquiries from my relatives and friends. Yun quickly replied in a unified way, "Thank you for your concern and greetings. After one night, it's all right. Yun is still alive [shy] [yi tooth ]"

I think it's raining all night, and the sound of rain is still ringing through the window. At ten o'clock, it was still raining, and the cloud went out. Sister Jiang asked where the cloud was going. Yun said he wanted to go to Basongcuo. Sister Jiang saw that the cloud was thin, and she was concerned about telling the cloud to wear thicker. The cloud said that it was not cold to put on another shirt. Sister Jiang turned and took out an umbrella from the room, handed it to Yun and said, "It's raining, take it with you."

? He also told Yun where to take the bus and how much it cost, which is more convenient and economical than the routes of netizens. When Yun was sitting in the car of Tibetan compatriots going to Basongcuo, the rain had stopped, and the mountainside in the distance was caged in white fog, just like a fairyland. It's already twelve o'clock sharp, and the bus hasn't started yet. Yun is going to get back to Sister Jiang's inn in Bayi in the evening, and he is a little worried.

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To tell the truth, the food on August 1st is pure Sichuan flavor, and Yun's favorite Sichuan style pork has been eaten twice, but I still want to eat it. Without the fear of earthquake, Bayi and Linzhi are really good places for human life, quiet and beautiful.

The Tibetan brothers who are driving are wearing wide-brimmed round hats, lively and humorous, can speak Chinese, and happily sing Tibetan songs that Yun can't understand along the way. At half past two in the afternoon, the car finally arrived in Basongcuo. When he got off the bus, he imitated the Japanese devil and asked Yun, "What do you do?" Yun smiled and answered, "It's a big play." He smiled simply and kindly. When paying, he joked, "Basongcuo drops 6, you drop 6." Yun smiled and paid the money and said, "6 drops don't go, 6 drops go." ?

Basongcuo is known as the small Jiuzhaigou in the south of Tibet, and its beauty makes the cloud beyond description. Huangshan returned without looking at Yue, and Jiuzhai returned without looking at the water. The jasper-like green water in Basongcuo is not inferior to Jiuzhaigou. Throughout the year, her ethereal white snow peaks and unpredictable clouds make her beautiful, full of spirituality and mystery, and unattainable holiness.

Basongcuo, also known as Cuogao Lake, means "green water" in Tibetan. The lake is more than 3,7 meters above sea level, located in the high gorge and deep valley in the upper reaches of Bahe River, which is more than 5 kilometers away from Gongbujiangda County, Linzhi. It is a famous sacred lake and holy place of the Red Sect.

In April, Basong Cuo, the peach blossom was only red. Surrounded by tall trees, some are bursting out buds, and some have pulled out fragrant and sticky leaves. The pines and cypresses are full of vitality, and the very beautiful scenery is being brewed day by day.

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The emerald-like lake is green that clouds have never seen before. The cloudy and desert sky can't hide the towering snow-capped mountains around the lake. Here, I am afraid, is the last piece of the most beautiful pure land hidden by the Buddha in the world.

On the way to Basongcuo, sightseeing bus Luo Yi, who rolled up the dust, kept coming. Because of a glimpse of her beauty, tourists as vulgar as clouds have traveled thousands of miles to destroy her peace and tranquility. Its massive construction and quick-acting artificial construction have made her not a quiet and dutiful virgin place.

At this moment, in the fading night, the rumbling thunder came from the top of the mountain not far away, which made the bedside tremble slightly. The light and shadow of lightning, if stunned and swept through the window, suddenly disappeared. Yun curled up on a bed in the attic of a Tibetan compatriot in Basongcuo, covered with a hot grass-green yak blanket, with two white and clean quilts on his body, leaning against the bed and remembering words.

? The rain outside the window is tight and loose. The rustling sound of rain feet beating on the ground is endless. The clearest thing is the sound of running water on the eaves. The rain officially began in the evening, and the cloud is estimated to last until tomorrow morning, just like last night at Sister Jiang's hotel on August 1st.

The clouds in Basongcuo wind around the green mountainside all day, gathering with the white snow on the top of the mountain, which is inseparable. Because of the change of clouds, the mountains are extremely vivid, and because of the change of clouds, rain is like Lin Daiyu's tears. It comes as soon as it comes, and it always drops several times in one day. In the evening, it is the most sad.

After thunder accompanied by lightning, there was a hail as big as soybeans, followed by heavy rain. The crystal ice particles disappeared on the road in a few minutes and turned into rain, and the cement road at the entrance of the scenic spot was wet. Tourists all hid in the car, and pedestrians had already got into the shops on both sides.

It's 5: 3 in the afternoon, and the cloud comes out of Basongcuo Scenic Area. According to the original plan, it will return to Bayi. Yun walked with an umbrella given by Sister Jiang. In the wet and cold rain, he asked back and forth about the chartered cars of several tour groups. All of them were unwilling to take Yun to Ba 'an Township for fear of taking risks or breaching the contract and being complained by tourists.

Because when we get to Ba 'an Township, Yun can stop the bus from Jibugong River to Bayi. Tibetan private car rental is unwilling to travel in this weather, or the price of chartered car is too high for rich clouds to bear.

The cloud is finally trapped in the five-A-level scenic spot of Basongcuo, which is under construction and circling the lake. It is said that the ticket rose to 17 yuan after May Day, and now it is 11 yuan.

When it was getting dark, Yun really had no choice but to stay here for one night and wait for the bus from Basongcuo to Bayi tomorrow morning. I came to the only Basongcuo Hotel, and it turned out to be full. It seems that the cloud is going to sleep on the street.

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god never shuts one door but he opens another. When Yun was wandering by the roadside, a girl from Zhuo Ma (for the time being, Yun didn't know her name) came and said in her poor Mandarin that her family could stay.

Yun followed her to a row of Tibetan-style houses not too far from the entrance of the scenic spot, which were blocked by the temporary shops, and she saw a small red flag in front of a door. Zhuo Ma pointed and said, that's her home. It only costs 5 yuan for one night. Yun felt sorry and gave one hundred yuan.

Her man is in his twenties, wearing a Tibetan hat, sitting by the iron oven in the living room. Cooking is being done on the stove, and the fragrance wafts out. The room is much warmer than the street. A little boy is running back and forth in the living room. Cloud asked him how old he was. The little boy followed Zhuo Ma and said in Chinese that he was three years old. His little hand raised two fingers, and his little face was dark and red, which was very cute.

? Cloud with Zhuo Ma, climbed up the thick wooden ladder covered with red felt, and found several houses upstairs. Zhuo Ma took the cloud into a small room with two beds, and then left.

Yun takes a break and goes downstairs to eat. When the man in Zhuo Ma saw the cloud, he smiled politely and said, "I don't mind, let's eat together and have a home-cooked meal." The tone is the same as Zhuo Ma's, but I can hear the sincerity in my heart. The cloud will naturally not abandon it. The home-cooked meal is red oil soup dumplings, which are delicious. After dinner, Zhuoma poured another cup of tea water for Yun with a disposable paper cup. Yun teases children and chats with men in Zhuo Ma.

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cloud asked about the main source of income, and the man in Zhuo Ma said with a bitter smile, I usually build scenic spots and engage in some sideline business. In the past two years, my job has been difficult, I can't earn much money, and I still owe money, so I invited guests to stay. Fortunately, it is my own house.

Yun carefully looks at the furnishings in the living room, typical furniture with Tibetan characteristics. In the middle of the wall, there is a kind and kind photo of the living Buddha, with a beautiful picture frame and a golden silk hada holding auspicious meaning.

at 8: 3 in the evening, the night outside the window was already dark in rainy weather, and the surroundings were extraordinarily quiet and peaceful, and the rain was still falling. Yun went upstairs to have a rest at the right time, wormed himself into the warm and thick yak hair bed, browsed WeChat for a while, then wrote some Tibetan clouds in the notebook, and finally listened to the sound of the rain on the porch near the window, and soon entered a dream of Nanke.

? I did have a lot of broken dreams with the crisp rain, but I couldn't remember any of them in the end, as if my mind had been washed away by the rain on the plateau. In this clean place where fireworks are sparse, the clouds forget the deep world of mortals.

In the early morning, when Yun left, Zhuo Ma's family was still sleeping. Basongcuo was immersed in silence. There is only one breakfast restaurant on the roadside. Yun went in and asked for two fried dough sticks, a bowl of soybean milk and a salted duck egg. The female boss is frying fried dough sticks outside, and the male shopkeeper makes soy milk for Yundiao and serves it. His hands are dark and rough, revealing the vicissitudes of life and the hardships of making a living.

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The rain last night, above the mountainside, turned into a white frost. Clouds, like smoke and fog, wander in the sky of Basongcuo. The moisture in the morning is very cold, and the bare hands of the clouds are numb with cold. Cloud with an umbrella, put his hand in his pocket and walked to Laru Village, which passed by yesterday.

laru village is at the foot of the mountain beside the highway. judging by the cloud, it should not be far away. the cloud should be able to reach it in half an hour. I heard from a donkey friend who got off here yesterday that a grand curtain call ceremony of Peach Blossom Festival was held here at ten o'clock today.

in the small field in the morning, the air is fresh. Tibetan free-range mountain pigs, with hedgehog-like hair, use their mouths to dig up the soil and look for food. Black and thin yak, eating grass leisurely, everything is so natural and quiet.

there is a school by the road, and the children's reading sounds are heard from afar. A woman in red, with a child carrying a schoolbag, walked in front of the cloud and hurried to school. Clouds take pictures of their backs with the snow-capped mountains and schools under them as the distant view. The children look back curiously, and the woman in red turns to urge.

Yun guessed that she should be a school teacher, because she also walked straight into the school. On the walls on both sides of the school gate, the words "study hard and make progress every day" are written symmetrically. Reminds Yun of the slogan at the school gate when he was a child. There is an illusion of traveling through time and returning to childhood.

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Children from a long distance, Tibetan parents riding motorcycles, are sent to the road at the school gate. Two children got off the motorcycle and ran quickly into the school gate. Yun didn't go long before he stopped a bus from Basongcuo to Bayi. The cloud speaks of Laru Village ...

? "Life is long, but it will last forever. You accompany me for a ride, and I will miss you all my life." Yun can't remember where this sentence came from. It has been nearly two years since he returned from Tibet. Yun will always remember Jiang Jie's kind, caring and considerate appearance.

Postscript: Only when a person travels to Tibet alone can he meet the best and truest self without any pretense.