A trip to Langxian County, Tibet

? Langxian is a small county town near the Yarlung Zangbo River, which belongs to Linzhi area of Tibet, with an average elevation of 3,200 meters. Surrounded by steep mountains and no vegetation, few people patronize four or five narrow streets. Although it's past eight o'clock in the evening, it's still blue, and it won't get dark until about nine o'clock this season. At this moment, the setting sun shines obliquely on the towering peaks, just like a fairyland. Several high-voltage electric towers stand on the top of the mountain, like several Tibetan grandmothers, with dark cheeks, thin bodies and deep eyes, demonstrating the indomitable character and eternal faith of Tibetan compatriots.

? At the foot of the mountain is the swift water of the Yarlung Zangbo River rolling eastward, with cliffs or abrupt rocks on both sides. On the bare mountain, there are some cypress trees scattered sparsely, much like the guards guarding the frontier. You can see them on the road, or horses grazing on the roadside, or yaks walking in the middle of the road. At night, cows and horses will go home by themselves, and no one will watch. Their freedom is perfectly interpreted here.

? When I first came to Langxian, I felt a little breathless and dizzy. I never thought oxygen was so important. People are always like this, and they will always feel the feeling of life in a certain situation, and they will be relieved after experiencing it. On weekdays, I can't cherish time and affection, and I feel that I don't care, but I often stage the story of "Children should be filial and not wait for their loved ones". People are full of estrangement and indifference. Under the high-sounding mask, there was a treacherous struggle, a frightening struggle, and people were silent.

? At the moment, my chest is tight, and I realize that I still need to cherish oxygen at this moment. Because of lack of oxygen, I didn't wake up until midnight, feeling my throat dry, like the symptoms of a cold, and my chest was a little depressed. Colleagues say I can't catch a cold here, otherwise it's very dangerous. After dinner, we walked on the streets of the county, and there were few cars on the dilapidated roads. The layout of the shop is very simple. There is a smiling boss standing at the door, a few tables in a cramped place, a TV set hanging on the wall and a sparrow at the door of the shop. There are many restaurants in Sichuan cuisine here, but the tastes are quite different. Most people who do business are Sichuanese, and there are few shops opened by Tibetans. There are four or five hotels and two lottery shops in the county. Apart from a few foreigners, there are few tourists in the market.

? As night fell, the market was dimly lit and very quiet. Only the sound of the rushing Yarlung Zangbo River seemed to roar and reverberate in the mountains. The small county town is still the busiest place. On a Little Square in the night, a group of Tibetan compatriots formed a circle and danced with the cheerful music (Tibetan songs) on the big screen. It was a Tibetan dance. Among the dancers were elderly aunts, energetic young people and naughty and lovely children. I am very moved by this scene, because the inheritance of a national culture is vividly displayed at this moment.

? At night, the temperature here suddenly dropped and there was a strong wind. On the way back to our station, we looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, shining brightly in this small county embedded in the mountains. Outside the wall of the small park, there is a Tibetan grandmother with beads in her hand, mumbling something. What is she praying for? Under her shriveled cheeks, she seems to have experienced many vicissitudes. Maybe we can't understand her life. I think it is necessary to have a firm belief so that we won't get lost.

? Back at Nanwan clause inn, there are two Tibetan girls at the front desk, with dark faces, naturally curly hair and thin cheeks, but their eyes are full of confidence. When we come back, they always meet each other and say with a smile, "What comes back is 18 ..."

? "Not 18, but 18 ..." Another little girl said with a smile.

"Yes ..." I answered weakly, and the symptoms of hypoxia were obvious.

"all right! Ha ha ... "The little girl smiled from ear to ear. I feel my smile is a little stiff, because I dare not laugh loudly, for fear of lack of oxygen.

? I walked to the stairs with a heavy bag on my back, and there was a hearty laugh behind me. It was so crisp and sweet, without any sadness. I envy them very much. Life is simple and satisfying, and life should have no desire. But people like me are doomed to be kidnapped by desire, and then put on spiritual shackles, like walking dead.

? Climbing to the room on the second floor, I took a few quick breaths and sat down beside the computer. After writing this article, I feel a little headache. Probably because of lack of oxygen, I went to bed early and was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night. Tossing and turning like this, I can take a nap at dawn, take a few breaths of oxygen and drink a few mouthfuls of water when I wake up, which makes me feel that my life journey is careless and exhausted. ...

Early in the morning, I opened the curtains and saw the hillside opposite me shrouded in dense clouds. The sky is blue and clear, just like the spring water in a mountain stream. Birds are chirping in the Woods outside the window, and the morning sun is shining on the ground. The scenery is beautiful. (The trip to Langxian County, Tibet was written on September 3, 20 19 in Nanwan Courtyard, Langxian County, Linzhi District, Tibet)