A Preliminary Study on Serialization: Diary of Pure Disciples of Tibet Thirteen Lines on the Eastern Line of Tibet

Hiking into Tibet, Sichuan-Tibet central line, preface

Day 224

Starting point: Ran Wu

End point: the first tea plantation in Tibet

Riding: about 2 10KM.

On foot: about 15KM.

Date: 202 1.04.22

Original link: Mountain Road ...

With the end of Ranwu's rest, the hiking trip of iced tea has come to an end. It is a journey that has been baptized by wind and snow, because every time you pass the pass, there will be snowflakes. Learning to accept impermanence is the true meaning of travel. On the last night in Ranwu, when the new tenant was walking around the lake, he bought a yak leg to cook for the boss's wife. He has gone to bed and can't resist the temptation to follow him downstairs at the cost of drinking white wine for the first time in his life, which makes him very uncomfortable.

After breakfast, I went to Ranwu Lake on foot, so the hiking tour of Sichuan-Tibet Central Line with beautiful lakes and mountains began. In order to shorten the time-consuming, the task of these days is to take a ride to Naqu, because it was the place where it fell on 3 17 last year and the starting point of the new route, so in order to make up for the regret, we must go back. I thought about walking all the way to Lhasa and then taking the train, which would be more convenient, but after careful consideration, this plan was finally overturned by me for the simple reason that I didn't want to take the repeated road sections. So I adopted the original plan, took a ride to Tongmai, changed to provincial highway 303, and went to Naqu via Gong Yi, Bagai, Zhongmou and Jiali. This line is not a necessary section. I can take the bus all the way.

I didn't get a ride immediately after leaving Ranwu, but stopped at the lake to look for clues of the year. In fact, strictly speaking, this is my fourth visit to Ranwu Lake, and I am too lazy to go into details. Besides the scenery here, there are two things that left a deep impression on Ranwu Lake.

The first thing is that when I went to the lake that year, it was the weekend, and the villagers nearby were on a flat ground, watching me work hard. Several big brothers and sisters warmly invited me to have a rest. Inside the tent is a man who drinks and eats meat, and outside the tent is Zhuo Ma who dances to the music on the stereo. At that time, it was the rainy season, and several light rains came unexpectedly, but they didn't dampen their enthusiasm for dancing at all. People laughed, rowed and sang all afternoon, which made me feel comforted by being bitten by a dog.

Passing through this community again today, the Ranwu Lake observation deck has been renovated, which is in sharp contrast with the wooden house where local residents once lived. The fields are thin and the grass is still yellow. Looking around, I saw an old man walking slowly to the roadside at the foot of the mountain in the distance. He waved to me in a friendly way. This encounter is the only gain at the lake today. Where are those happy villagers? Has the old man seen it? How are they now? Ranwu Lake, do you have an answer?

The second thing happened in Ba Wa village. I stayed in a restaurant run by Sichuanese for one night. The proprietress is considerate and careless, and is friendly to hikers and cyclists. On the way the next day, don't forget to stuff me with some super appetizing fried cakes made by her. Because of her, I have always had a good impression on Sichuanese, and then I can't help but think of her craftsmanship every time I enter Tibet.

When I passed Ba Wa Village again today, I felt the same as Ran Wu. There are many restaurants and hotels here, but I can't find the shadow of her restaurant. I remember that next to her house is a canteen opened by Tibetans on the roadside, and it takes a few steps. Now the canteen is still there, and the part of the steps has been newly made into a glass room, but the facade next to it is completely blocked, and the signboard next to the remaining opening is no longer the name of the year. People are still empty, and delicious fried cakes will never be eaten again in this life.

After the task of catching up with the past is completed, the next step is to officially start riding. A few steps out of Ba Wa Village, I met two Northeast brothers who were taking pictures by the roadside. When they saw me passing by, they came to chat up and take pictures. I asked them if they would let me have a try. The brothers readily agreed and were filled with joy, so the first trip to Bomi was decided.

When the eldest brothers first entered Tibet by car, their feelings for Tibet remained at the stage of legend and myth. When they asked me what my "heavenly help" was when I went to Tibet on foot, I was amazed and thought hard. I understand that many people go to Tibet with curiosity, but my attachment to Tibet began in Cangyang Jiacuo. From the beginning, it was poetic, realistic and plain, so I told them the story of a group of elderly pilgrims I met on this road five years ago. For them, this is a journey to put aside life and death and dedicate themselves to heaven and earth, and it is also a story that I think is the most appropriate and worthwhile.

Bomi county is also a place to refresh my knowledge. The small county that seems to be able to walk out in less than half a minute has now grown beyond recognition. Only the white clouds halfway up the mountain remind me that this is Bomi. I bid farewell to my two eldest brothers, stepped forward, tried to get out of the county seat and tried to stop the car again. This time, my luck exploded. Before leaving the county seat, a black four-wheel drive slowly stopped in front of me. When I walked in, the driver asked me if I needed a ride. At that moment, I felt very happy.

The driver's brother is from Shangri-La. He is going to open an inn in Ranwu. His wife will give birth soon. Today, he specially went to Linzhi to pick her up and go back to Yunnan to raise a baby. My brother is also a tramp, but under the pressure of reality, he has to choose a job to support his family after graduation. In order to compromise, all his work is geological exploration, and he can walk around after work to fill the psychological vacancy that he can't travel far. Since we have the same hobbies, the topic is naturally infinite. Talking and laughing all the way, time soon sent me to Tongmai Bridge, which is the entrance of provincial highway 303. When I was leaving, my little brother warmly invited me to visit Deqin, his hometown. Just next year, I'm going to visit the zod public line, and my notebook will be arranged soon.

I haven't touched the steering wheel after my driver's license test, which means I'm not a car lover. I didn't set off immediately after getting off my brother's car, but chose to eat dry food on the observation deck next to me to recharge my batteries. Driving is too tired for me. I had a backache and sat on the bench for half an hour before I saved enough strength to stand up again.

Once turned into the provincial road, people immediately became scarce, and there were only clear insects and birds singing around. I am not afraid of nature, because I know there is a tea garden more than 20 kilometers ahead. The only thing to worry about is how to get on this road. At first, cars passed by for more than half an hour, but they all stood on the side of the road humbly and waved their hands. None of them stopped. After a while, they found that there was a construction site in sichuan-tibet railway, where most of the cars were driven.

After arriving at the construction site, there were really few cars, and we walked deep into the reverse valley for more than an hour. Apart from seeing a few migrant workers repairing the road sections washed away by rain, there are only four or five cars going to Gong Yi Township, and none of them want to stop. At this time, as the eldest brother of the construction site said, this area has entered the rainy season, and the sky is overcast. It rains from time to time. I am very tired, so I am afraid I can't go to Gong Yi Tea Farm. Finding a safe place to camp has become the top priority now.

When it comes to luck, today is really good. As soon as I moved the idea of camping, a camp immediately appeared in front of me. I saw a huge memorial archway on the roadside 20 meters away, with the words "Gong Yi Tea Garden Camping Graffiti Area" written in Chinese and Tibetan, and a few migrant workers were building a bigger memorial archway next to it. Visually, this is a scenic spot under construction, which should be correct. Walking forward happily, a signboard "Introduction to the First Tea Farm in Tibet" stood next to the open iron gate. It turned out to be the first tea farm in Tibet after liberation. In order to ensure the supply of non-staple food for the troops stationed in Tibet, tea seeds were introduced from Mengding Mountain in Sichuan.

Fooled into the park, there was no one inside, and the migrant workers behind them turned a blind eye, thinking that their tired heart had finally landed. There is a small pavilion in the garden. There are two pairs of solid wood tables and chairs for tea tasting on both sides of the pavilion, and there is a fire pit inside. The charcoal residue in the pit shows that most migrant workers spend their time here in the cold winter, and the remaining middle space is just enough to set up a tent. The sound of the stream outside the pavilion, the fairy clouds hidden in the mountains, and the water vapor are quite artistic. Sometimes the same cowbell reminds me that there must be someone not far away so that I can sleep peacefully here.