2017 Daocheng Aden Travel Guide in Kham Tibetan Area of ??Western Sichuan

Daocheng Yading in the Kham Tibetan area of ??western Sichuan is where Tibetans gather. There are huge treasures here, and there are many mysterious beauties waiting for you, which will make you linger here and let you experience the challenges of the dangerous terrain of Sichuan and Tibet. Here I would like to share with you the 2017 travel guide to Daocheng Yading in the Kangba Tibetan area in western Sichuan.

Climbing the White Pagoda over mountains and rivers.

The mountains have gods, the water has spirits, and people have faith.

The old Tibetan driver Qiu Mingshan is still passing by around the corner.

Highland barley wine, butter tea, Tibetan yogurt.

Yak meat highland barley cake

Handsome Tashi and Dolma

Flat asphalt belt.

A winding mountain road.

Horse riding, hiking, worshiping

I believe this is indeed heaven.

I'm glad I rode my bike here for the first time.

Only trekking with your own sweat is the most sincere respect for this land.

When you have exhausted all your energy and see every inch of beautiful scenery, it is so precious and can penetrate deep into your mind.

Take the G318 Chengdu to Litang section.

The memory is the place I hid on the roadside. I could show Zhao Le’s eldest brother wherever I urinate, but the eldest brother would only say dirty things with a disgusted expression.

Looking at these slopes, I often think about how I climbed up, and then I was moved to tears. What I really remember is the first half of the ride on Batang Road. On the way to Litang, I can clearly remember where I rode every day, where I stayed, and even where I had lunch. However, Mang Kang didn't look at the records and couldn't remember where I was that day. Maybe it’s the novelty of the first half, maybe it’s the leisurely pace of the first half, maybe it’s the rush of the second half, maybe it’s the place names in Tibet that are hard to remember.

There is another prayer wall at the entrance of Zheduo Mountain Pass. Last year, I don’t remember. It seems to have been rebuilt like Dongda Mountain, and it rains non-stop.

Music scores are painted on the cement guardrail of the highway from Shankezong to Kazila Mountain. If my oldest brother hadn't pointed it out to me, I wouldn't have noticed. It must be that I was too serious about climbing with my head down last year, or maybe I was attracted by the distant scenery and completely ignored what was painted on the cement guardrail. I thought it was the same pattern.

I wanted to look for the words written on the wall before crossing the Litang Tunnel last year, but I couldn't find the wall when the car passed by. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop and look for it.

There are many more Chinese characters on the hillside than last year. In the past, there was only "Long live the Communist Party." Now, the hillside resembles a flag. There were piles of slogans such as "Thank you to the Party", "Follow the Party" and "Strive for a well-off society". I don’t know why I always feel like someone is forcing heaven to stand side by side with God.

The weather was not very clear along the way, with not too many blue sky and white clouds, but more clouds and mist. Although the mountains and rivers did not look as magnificent as the blue sky and white clouds, in the words of my elder brother, I saw another kind of 318. None of the tourists who passed by the observation deck actually opened a shop selling milk tea and coffee. The business was very prosperous last year. Breakfast is still the standard from last year, steamed buns, porridge, mustard, and eggs.

I originally wanted to re-write my 318 cycling trip a few months ago, but I didn’t want to keep a diary, so I re-wrote the mood of each section of the journey. But, after I finished writing I’m Starving, I couldn’t write anymore because it was becoming more and more like a daily account (crying).

Even after climbing more than 5,000 altitudes on a bicycle, I still can’t bear to ride up and down. Dizziness caused by rapid changes in air pressure is the mildest reaction.

There are many large cars at Erlang Mountain, Zheduo Mountain, Kazila Mountain, and Tianlu Shiba Bend. I also saw more girls on this road. Sitting in the car, I wanted to cheer them on, but the window glass was too thick to convey that.

There were also cyclists passing by who cast disdainful glances at the tour bus (laughing). But he didn’t know how much I wanted to get off the car and say, Brother, I’ll ride with you.

There were also uncles and aunts who were taking photos at the pass, but were forced to take photos by their cars.

In Aden, I met three men who rode from Chengdu to Daocheng, and they spoke highly of the girl riding 318. The girl riding Chuanzang must be stronger than the weakest man, and the weakest man on this road must be a man. I think it really makes sense!

Yak Grassland

When I arrived in Licheng last year, it was the hot show period of "Passing Through Your World". At that time, I had heard the name Daocheng Yading, although I had not read the novel or watched the movie.

Before entering Litang, there is a fork in the road, with the left pointing to Daocheng and the right pointing to Litang County. Looking from a distance, the roads in Daocheng are straight and flat, like God's guidance, calling me. At that time, I thought I was going to Daocheng from Litang, but I didn’t expect that I would be here a year later, even though I was just taking a car.

Last October, I read a novel. When Mao's Voyager sounded in Daocheng, Sabich's heart was broken.

"I passed by your world, you just passed by each other's world"

Once a place is full of yearning, it will become a place that people yearn for.

They pointed to the grass and said, look, that should be the place where Mao proposed to Lychee. It doesn't seem as good as in the movie.

Having not seen the movie, I seem to feel the need to make up for the scenery in the movie.

Aden has three sacred mountains, snow mountains, and three sacred lakes, all called seas. Small lakes formed by the melting of snowy mountains, I joke that these are small puddles. Have I offended God? The mountain is also a constellation. This is the first time I have been so close to the snow-capped mountains. I just didn't have enough time to see Chonggu Temple.

I may have seen Yang Zhuoyong Cuo, but I am not surprised by Sanhai. But the holy water is still clear, peaceful, blue and crystal clear. It may be due to the weather, the sky is full of dark clouds, and I have never seen the five colors in the legend of the Five Color Sea. Because of time constraints, we only went to two lakes. Sanhai, with an altitude of 4,600 meters, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and is protected by three snow-capped mountains. How can you not think they are sacred!

Once again, I got into the car of an old Tibetan driver in the scenic area. The tourist felt carsick and couldn't bear to say: "Master, please drive slower." The master said there were few cars there and we still had bags. I guess Master's inner drama is that you actually asked me to drive slower. Is this still driving? I couldn't help but squeeze in a few. The old Tibetan driver of the scenic battery car shifts gears with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the other, even when cornering. You can tell whether the driver of the opposite car is a Tibetan or a Han by looking at the speed at which he turns the corner.

On the first night of staying in Xinduqiao, I felt like I was back in Xinduqiao, the place of destiny. I told my elder brother that last year, we almost walked to No. 317 in the northern part of the Sichuan-Tibet line, but because Deshun lost his mobile phone, we walked back to No. 318. I went to the entrance of Tonghuali, where I stayed for three nights last year, and took a photo. Last year it was the longest place besides Lhasa, but this year it seemed deserted, and the Kelsang flowers in the yard were not blooming. I wonder where the sentimental boss went. There were many bicycles parked in front of Deng Fei.

The tour guide on the bus said that hiking and cycling are both budget trips, which is probably what most people think. But in my eyes, hiking and cycling cost more time, money, and effort, so they cannot be called budget travel.

When my brother was shopping for Decathlon equipment in Chengdu, he met a fellow countryman who walked from Jiangsu to Chengdu for two months, and then continued on 318, which attracted my brother to follow him. It is much harder to walk alone than to ride alone, and it may take three months to walk.

The charm of Tibetan areas lies in coming here. It's like you've always been here. The next day, people on the bus will have the illusion that they have been here for a long time. Maybe waking up early makes the day longer. More likely, it is the scenery and beliefs here that make people forget the noisy and glitzy world. Although I am a person without faith, perhaps it is precisely because I have no faith that I am obsessed with the power they gain from faith.

Perhaps, love is also a kind of faith.

The local Tibetan female tour guide said that when a family has money, the first thing they do is not to deposit in the bank, but to donate merit in the temple. Then the living Buddha will give a sutra basin (we thought it was a gold basin, but in fact it has The scriptures are made of copper), so there are scriptures on the entire wall of the house.

The temple will then use the money donated through meritorious service to support orphaned elderly people in nursing homes and other places who are unable to work. It took her father three years to complete the ceremony, so it seemed like it was time to watch "Kang Rinpoche". I like to see their beautiful faces, as high as the altitude. However, this Tibetan tour guide once learned how

No matter how beautiful the photos, videos, and books are, it is better to experience the local customs and customs yourself. Plus, everyone experiences things differently. They will say that if you eat too much yak meat, your stomach will not be able to digest it and you should eat less (yak meat can be added in unlimited amounts). They will say that if you like it, stay here, and that Tashi is not married and Dolma is not married. (Tashi represents a boy, and Dolma represents a girl, so suddenly I feel like I can’t just call Tashi my younger brother from elementary school, so I facepalm). Buddhist temple incense wafted from the lama walking behind me. Before seeing him, I smelled his fragrance. Looking back, I saw that it was indeed a lama. Although men are superior to women here, it is Dolma who drives the yaks on the road working in the fields. A woman has to work in the fields the day after giving birth to Dolma, but she can rest for a week after giving birth to Tashi. You may have read it in these books, but it is not as profound as the Tibetan people telling it in person.

The second 318 refreshed some memories and gave me different gains and feelings.

The first time I came, I left my sweat behind.

The second time I came, I shed tears.

Thanks to Zhao Le’s eldest brother for taking the lead, even though he fell down in the afternoon.

Daocheng Yading

Because of you, this place has become extraordinarily beautiful.

Because of losing you, this is Shacheng.

The journey has an end.

Sometimes the story ends.

What about you?

Through my whole world