Ice Lake with Imprint of Rain Collapse

? I often find that my memory is not very good, and I will forget everything about things that have only been in the past few days. Sometimes I find that my memory is super strong. For example, someone called me ugly many years ago, and I still hold the grudge to this day. So I thought, maybe it’s not that my memory is bad, it’s that I’m too lazy to remember.

? For the chapter "Yu Collapses into the Ice Lake", I originally thought of three beginnings, and wanted to explain specifically how we started and how we got to the Ice Lake. Did it start with the mountain rats that dug "dong dong, dong dong" into the ceiling the night before, or did it start with the Yubeng River flowing "clattering" from the snow-capped mountains? Do you start from the sea-buckthorn forest that bears so many fruits but the fruits are so sour that your face is deformed? Or do you start from walking on the wild road in the forest that the soft mules walked? Whenever I am halfway through writing, I can no longer write. My mind goes blank, as if all the subsequent memories have disappeared. I guess I forgot where to start.

? In short, the route from Yubeng to Ice Lake is not difficult, because thousands of people and thousands of mules have already walked through the dense forest. A path was forcibly stepped on. "There is no road on earth, but when there are more people walking on it, it becomes a road." This sentence really works everywhere! In short, Yubeng Hiking is now very mature, and anyone with a little experience in sports can go there as an autumn outing. I also heard from fellow trekkers who had hiked to Yubeng a long time ago that the conditions at that time were quite difficult. You had to use a woodcutter to cut the trail yourself, and you also had to carry your own tent. There was not even a decent toilet. It was cold and damp, and I was shivering while holding the instant noodles. Later, more and more people hiked in Yubeng, and surrounding industries also started to develop. The most basic business models of inns and restaurants began to operate. Later, a mountain road became open to traffic. Yubeng hiking gradually lost its original flavor. His eyes gradually became bored. When I heard this, I felt both a pity and a blessing. It's a pity that I didn't encounter Yubeng when it was most primitive. Fortunately, I encountered it when it was not over-exploited.

? Maybe it’s because the hiking process is a little more relaxed. I have the leisure to remember every element on the road, but I can’t tell what’s special about them other than what they are. The only thing that left a deep impression on me was the uncomfortable gasp caused by the increase in altitude two hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, and the brief time I spent lying on the edge of the glacial lake basking in the sun.

? The whole way to the ice lake, I followed closely behind the couple who were going to Denhaba Snow Mountain. During this period, I was also accompanied by some independent travelers who were in good physical condition, such as a friendly The "lone ranger" girl and two sisters who usually love to run marathons. Because we don't stop often on the road, we quickly distanced ourselves from other teammates.

? Climbing up the steep slope along the mountain road, to an altitude of 3560 meters, a flat cedar forest suddenly appeared with a wide view. Next to it was a sign that read "Mei Duo Top Collapse: Flower Dam" , it is said that this is the Guozhuang Dance Hall of God Kawage. ""Mei Duo Collapses on the Top" has Tibetan, Chinese, and English translations, but the legend behind it does not have Tibetan, and I can't find this legend on the Internet. The specific details are strange when you think about it. But let’s take it as real for the moment, and think of the majestic Kawagbo God transformed into a human form. In my mind, this human form should have a broad chest, arms as thick as tree stumps, dark skin, thick long black hair, and finally Coupled with some beards that retain a sense of mystery, the mountain god with this image dancing in the mountains feels incredible and cute.

? I heard that in primitive religious beliefs, people conveyed their prayers and wishes to the gods by dancing Guozhuang dance, and could also receive inspiration and blessing from the gods. Therefore, dancing Guozhuang dance was the primitive ancestors' sacrifice to the gods. A way to communicate with the gods. So maybe God Kawage is really their enlightenment in dance art! It is difficult to say that Kawag Boshen must be a tough uncle. It is more likely that he is a graceful, handsome and extraordinary dance artist! Look at the current Kawagebo Peak. Isn’t the blade-like edge of the mountain just like the clear-cut jaw angle of a young man? As I thought about it, I suddenly laughed, laughing that I didn’t know how high the sky was and how high it was, and I was imagining the image of God.

The image of a human being consists of limbs constructed according to their respective functions, showing the most ingenious connection relationship. The image of God is too vague in the minds of mortals. The image of God is not just blood and life. It also needs source, power, restoration, protection, spirit, pain, death and other conditions. If one of these is lacking, it will turn into ashes. It is also possible that the image of God is so extreme and simple, just like the human body, like an eagle, and like a tree. God can transform into all things. All things can be gods.

There was a glare, and a strong sunlight shot down from high in the woods, like an arrow. I instinctively lowered my head and closed my eyes. I feel like I have been in a trance for a long time, as if I have just been to a very far or long space to talk to God, but has it been a second? One minute? Or one hour? I no longer remember.

? Cross the pass, follow a white mule to Xiaonong Base Camp, and have lunch with the yaks in the pasture. The difference is that they eat fresh pasture grown under snow water irrigation, while I eat packaged beef jerky from Inner Mongolia. Seeing them lowering their heads, rolling up a handful of grass with their thick tongues, putting it into their mouths, and enjoying it, I really wanted to take a bite. No! Not eating grass, but of course the hot yak meat hot pot!

? Sit for a while, walk through a thorn bush, gurgling water, and head towards the last top of the mountain among the fresh water of Qiu Mountain. My pace did not slow down, but my body was already sweating, and I had no extra energy to chat with the Tibetans driving the mules. Later, I had to take a break after walking for a while, gasping for air. After my breathing stabilized, I started again. Climbing up, at the end, the elder brother walking together said that his wife's and my lips were a little purple, so the elder brother slowed down. As far as I am concerned, climbing mountains is becoming more and more difficult. It is not a problem with the muscles in my feet, but my upper body. It takes more effort to take a big breath. If I don't do that, my head will be empty and I will feel dizzy. There was a buzzing sound at the end, as if a thousand ants were crawling on the head. Although I kept controlling my pace, neither speeding up nor slowing down, the oxygen in my chest seemed to be leaking out of a hole I couldn't see. "We're almost at the top of the mountain, just hold on!" I don't know how many times I said this to myself, maybe every five meters, or maybe every one meter, but the blue sign that heralded the end point kept coming. Like a proud mountain eagle, he stood motionless on the hill, looking down at me. Finally, I finally admitted: "I can't walk anymore." "Doudou, give me your bag." A voice came from above my heavy head. I looked up and saw my elder brother stretching out his hand in front of me. I was embarrassed and said that the bag was not heavy because it was easy to carry on my back, but my elder brother still insisted on helping me carry the bag. Although my backpack is really not heavy, the moment I put it down, I felt as if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted off me, and my body seemed to be charged with electricity, and I walked up the stone steps in one step. In my heart, I am very grateful to my elder brother for being a gentleman and helping me.

? When we really started walking, it was really not that far away. It took about less than ten minutes to reach the top of the mountain. I had recovered and immediately took my backpack back from my elder brother. It turns out that not only the body has limits, but the mind also has limits. When you don’t trust yourself at all, your body won’t trust you even more. And others' help in times of need may be the reason for you to continue. Don't neglect good deeds because they are so small. The wise men of ancient times were so simple and true.

? Yubengbing Lake is a turquoise sea surrounded by glaciers, cliffs and ridges. On one side of the mountain ridge, where we hiked over, the alpine meadow was a vast expanse of dark yellow, quietly guarded by the sun. Thousands of years of snow on the glacier melted into snow water and flowed down the almost vertical cliff. The white water falling from the sky was like the white hada in the hands of the Tibetans, auspicious and holy; The juice squeezed out of the yak's enlarged udders flows down and gathers into a pool of lake water, nourishing everything under the snow-capped mountains.

? Maybe it’s because the weather is so good and the sun is so bright, but the lake is too calm, as quiet as a mirror, without a trace of ripples. I tried hard to see some reflections of white clouds and snow-capped mountains on the lake, but I couldn't see them.

The glacial lake is like a black hole hidden behind a green curtain, swallowing up everything. This idea makes the glacial lake seem so mysterious and unsettling. In September this year, two travelers were unfortunately hit by a sudden collapse of the ice sheet because they were too close to the glacier. Their bodies were devoured before they could resist, and were as fragile as reflections in water, shattering at a touch. Every year, there are casualties caused by hiking enthusiasts for various reasons. The most unfortunate ones are the victims who stay on their favorite hiking trails forever, as well as their families and friends. Therefore, when we explore nature, we must pay special attention and prohibit doing anything that may cause accidents. Your boldness cannot save your life. Only caution and awe of nature can make you happy. , left safely. Before going up the mountain, our team leader Arjun repeatedly emphasized not to get close to the glacier, so none of us walked around the glacier lake and went under the glacier. We only watched from the safer side of the lake. Like good children, we took turns taking photos with the ice lake, and then on a sunny afternoon, we picked stones and slowly built up mani piles like hills by the lake. This stone represents health, that stone represents ideals, another stone represents happiness, and another stone represents wealth... We are all ordinary people with many greedy wishes. We place our wishes on stones, so the stones become rich. One life after another. Perhaps it is because it carries so much life that the ice lake looks particularly solemn and serious. The Mani piles beside the glacial lake are all warning some complacent people to be in awe of nature!

Maybe I was really tired, so I took off my hiking shoes, lay down on the stone beach by the lake, closed my eyes, and imagined myself sunbathing on the beach. The sun sprinkled some diamonds, and my closed eyelids became thinner and thinner, glowing with red light. After a while, whirlpools appeared in the red light, one, two, and then thousands, From loud to small, from near to far, the surrounding sounds also turned into a bee-like buzzing, until I fell asleep. After a while, I felt as if I was tipsy after drinking red wine, my cheeks became rosy, and my throat felt a little uncomfortable. At this time, I felt a cooling sensation on my skin. Opening my eyes, I found that at the highest point of the snow-capped mountains, white ice and snow were rising like thick fog. The snowdrifts below were sliding a little, and the edge slid downwards slower and slower, and finally stopped. Maybe our sudden visit disturbed the snow-capped mountains and woke up the sleeping ice lake. Although the scenery here is beautiful, it is not suitable to stay for a long time. So we packed up and reluctantly left.

When we returned to Yubeng Village, we were happy and relaxed. We saw various wild mushrooms along the way. Some of those mushrooms are slender, tall, and graceful, like a little girl holding an umbrella; some are dark red all over, with powdery umbrellas, and look like evil grandmothers who know magic; others are thick and strong, with a pleasant aroma. I wonder if it is a poisonous rose that attracts people to eat it. Those mushrooms are like hermits hiding in the green moss, some by the trees and some in the crevices of the rocks. On a whim, I became a little girl picking mushrooms, but I didn't have the courage to eat them. I didn't want to add to the experience of weird hallucinations caused by accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms. But what is more meaningful is the discovery of mushrooms and the process of picking them!

After dinner, everyone gathered around a large round table and each took a bucket of Tibetan medicine to soak their feet to wash away the dust of the day. In addition to us, there were other people around the stove and coffee table soaking their feet, which made the boss very busy. "Boss! Add water!" "Boss! The water is cold!" "Boss! I want to add water too!" The voices of people shouting to heat the water kept coming. Seeing the boss who was very anxious and running around, looking like he was too busy for the moment, everyone They all laughed mercilessly. The boss threw down the kettle and pretended to be angry and said: "I won't serve you anymore!" This made our laughter happier and more bold. Bursts of hearty laughter penetrated the roof, accompanied by the stars and the bright moon, floating in the rainy night.