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Wind and Horses —— On-the-spot Record of Qinghai's Tibet Tour
Finally, I have time to write down my dreams and my distance in this silent night.

Haizi said, "From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, cut firewood and travel around the world." My dream is to face the blue sky, face the earth, wave my fist freely and say that youth is not over yet.

I have always liked Zheng Jun's songs. I don't know whether I like singing or free and easy lyrics. In short, it fascinates me. This trip to Qinghai was successfully concluded with numerous sounds of wind and horses echoing in my mind.

Some people say that memories always repeat what you care about. In the journey I planned for a semester, Qinghai was put on the agenda without any suspense. Then, a team marched. Under all kinds of changes and soul-stirring, these five people finally sailed into Qinghai on August 30, 20 16. Of course, it can't be ignored that forgetting my low-level mistake in getting my camera back home is really a perfect start.

Traveling is nothing more than taking different roads, meeting different people, and treating the days and nights that others have experienced as rare and precious times in your life. Just like a bowl of ordinary Lanzhou Lamian Noodles, it is also regarded as a ceremony by me, and it is rendered by me, but I am afraid that I will kneel down and regard it as a shame. In fact, life is also a magical existence. After more than eight hours, we have stood in the place where I only know there is a place called Lamian Noodles, and this is the beginning of my "face-to-face". After eating an authentic Lamian Noodles (in Wanda), I set out to continue my stay. I arrived in Haidong at nine o'clock in the evening. In the midst of difficulties, I also complained about the embarrassment of not having a bathroom. I can only say that it is too brave and simple. In the next 10 day trip, I realized that the beautiful fantasy is still because I am too young. The next morning, I rushed to Xining non-stop. I have to say that this time I ate authentic Lamian Noodles. Although it was a little spicy and salty, it was perfect! A passer-by, five young people, eating fruit and singing, Bluetooth connected to mobile phones, what popular folk songs are floating on the asphalt road where cars pass, so comfortable! If it weren't for the small space, everyone might have to twist their bodies greatly. Grassland, blue sky and snow-white yak, rape flowers on both sides of the road are scattered on the vast land like chasing breeze. The distant mountain is also like a majestic soldier, always looking at the peace and emptiness he guards. It was already two or three noon when we arrived at Qinghai Lake. Looking at the endless stream of cars, I wonder if there is a girl in the car that we all love. She loves poetry and yearns for the distance. More importantly, like us, she can wear a cowboy hat and be a docile newcomer in the workplace. What does it matter? I don't know how to describe the beauty of Qinghai Lake, and suddenly I feel that my vocabulary is very poor. She is like a girl, twisting her steps. Sometimes her enthusiasm makes your blood boil, and sometimes her elegance makes you intoxicated. But she is more like a wise man. She embraces everything, good or bad, and will be quiet in his eyes. How much I want to sit by the sea and enjoy the breeze. I have no time to disturb, but I can't and won't. Its moments of beauty, as long as you have seen it, will eventually return to the full smoke, so why stay! At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, after seeing Shenhu, we found a place to stay as planned. After seeing a number of color steel houses and thin ventilated yurts, we finally chose Heima River, which is not too far from Qinghai Lake, to prepare for the sunrise tomorrow. This evening is a memory that I can't forget for a long time. I still remember the melodious singing, people dancing around the bonfire, and we laughed loudly, which really made life full of poetry and beauty! What else can I say? This is probably wine and freedom! The next day (August 1 day), I woke up at five o'clock in the morning in the alternation of other people's voices and hot and cold. When I was squatting on a stone by the lake to brush my teeth, the sun just appeared in front of my foaming eyes. Everything is just right, except that I covered some thick clothes like a bear. The horizon, orange lights and people screaming in the cold wind add charm to Qinghai Lake! After watching the sunrise, forgive us for eating beef Lamian Noodles again, and continue our journey even if we burp. On the way to Chaka Salt Lake, we were all surprised. Why does the highway go up and down? Why do all yaks take a leisurely walk on the highway? It is probably free and empty, and the Bohemian spirit has penetrated into every inch of land, so that every life! From a distance, the open fields and shining silver belts are like fairyland on earth, white and flawless! This morning is the beginning of the heat. The heat from the soles of your feet is like a big steamer, trying to steam us into delicious steamed buns or stuffed meat. But that doesn't stop us from becoming buns. Even if we are skinned, even if we don't put ourselves in the legendary fairyland, there are people everywhere, we still walk and jump on the salt lake, trying to leave traces of our visits in the beautiful nature. After coming out of the salt lake at one o'clock in the afternoon, several people instantly felt that life had no direction, and there was no sun on the horizon, and they were out of their wits. So I had a whim, thinking about crossing Hoh Xil. Well, it turns out that this idea is really not very good, so I wandered all the way and slept in the wind. I arrive in Golmud at 10 at night. In order to make up for not eating for a day, five people were still eating at 1 1 pm. Especially after realizing that this is the only possible big meal on the road, I can't wait to make up two bowls of rice and pack another one. In my eyes, the place where I stay at night shines. What makes me quite touched is that I met Yulin people in the hotel where I stayed. They are very excited to introduce us to what is delicious. When I first arrived in Xining, Qinghai, I also met Shaanxi people who have been living in Qinghai. After seeing the license plate number, more than 70 old people have been asking about their hometown. Perhaps, for us, we are just tourists from strange places, and they say so out of kindness. I fell asleep with a longing for tomorrow. At seven o'clock in the morning the next day (2nd), we set off again dragging our sleepy bodies. Today, our goal is to cross Hoh Xil. We are both excited and a little nervous. When passing through Kunlun Mountain, several people took photos excitedly. Everyone showed great enthusiasm except that I was not interested. The wasteland and bleak along the way, the emptiness along the way mixed with the boredom on the road. Only when we saw the snow-capped mountains in the distance, everyone immediately danced like being poured by hot water, full of chicken blood. The source of the Three Rivers really left a deep impression on me, I can say so, so I must leave a deep impression. This road is full of small pits that machinery has walked through. After nearly two hours of violent shaking, we were reborn. I also know a truth. Since it will be difficult, enjoy it! Written here, no matter how you look at it, it was a successful trip, but what I regretted at that time appeared like pancakes. All I know is that the textbook tells me that you never know what gift nature will give you, but

I naively thought that this would never happen to us. On the way through Hoh Xil, we met a traffic jam. Yes, unfortunately, there was a traffic jam, but what could be more worrying? As a post-90s generation, how can you sit still! Therefore, in our fear, we decided to find another way. After walking upright and wading across the river, we found that we had reached the end. There is a car stuck in the water ahead, a big car overturned, and our own car is in frequent condition. There is only one thought in our hearts, "it's over". Fortunately, there was no shortage of hardships. After several people picked up the stone cart, they embarked on the right path again. At this moment, I know that happiness can save the day and everything goes well. What can I pray for? After more than four hours, we finally safely drove out of the mysterious gift left by the creator and the black vortex Hoh Xil. Another plain highway, and many clouds and mountains. Between dreams and waking, we finally arrived at Yanshiping at ten o'clock in the evening. When I was sleepy, I ate clean water and cooked dried noodles. I also experienced the first altitude sickness (headache when I got up early). This experience is rich and profound, but it seems that the journey is like this, and all the charm is just to whitewash your pain and his anxiety. What does it matter? At 5: 40 on the 3rd, we set off again in Daiyue. It is still an endless winding mountain road, or a rolling mountain in the distance. Tired people just want to close their eyes and meditate. They just want to sleep. Yaks on the roadside no longer excite us. The cloud on the horizon can't make us interested in discussing whether it is a bird or an animal. The fatigue of the journey is revealed at this moment. At four o'clock in the afternoon, we got lost on the way to Lhasa. The Sichuan-Tibet line is like a narrow autumn coat. Continuous turning makes people experience drifting. It is hard to imagine what our life would be like without high technology. The magic of sailing just reflects this. To my delight, I also experienced the feeling of galloping on the Sichuan-Tibet line. The MV picture of Pu Shu's ordinary road kept flashing in my mind, and I was there. After seven or eight hours' drive, at night 12, we finally arrived in Lhasa-Sunshine City, which we yearned for in our hearts. However, the city gave us a big pot door. Yes, we were caught in a traffic jam on our way into town. The yellow sand and dust all over the sky, the muck trucks full of eyes, and the renovated underground waterway are clearly visible. Later, I learned that this new community is being renovated. When I first saw the night view of Potala Palace, my disappointment disappeared. This building, a sacred paradise I have only seen on TV, is actually riding in the street, with indescribable solemnity and solemnity. I pretended to be calm. Unfortunately, the Potala Palace can only be seen from a distance at night, and even the lights are not left for us. Besides, it's one or two o'clock now, and everything is beginning to settle down and restore calm. The noise of the day seems to be asleep at this time, only hearing our breathing! It's time for silence to take away the haze in your heart and bring comfort and peace to your heart. On the morning of the 4th, we got up early. Unfortunately, the tickets for Potala Palace must be booked in advance, and time is pressing, so we have to tell it our worries and wishes. The Potala Palace during the day is very different from him at night. Standing tall, but not aggressive, I am standing in his center at the moment, looking up at him, eager for him to sprinkle wisdom on me, or guide me out of the world of mortals, elegant and free and easy. However, he just looked at the people under his feet and became quiet without whispering or shouting. Magnificent and unique, the color is unique and gorgeous, and there are bright copper prayer wheels everywhere. People hold prayer beads in their hands, dark faces decorated with black and red, visit piously, kneel and hold them as if this is the whole world! Where the hell am I? There is really a pure land to purify the soul in the world. It is at my feet now, bearing all the ignorance and absurdity and blaming it on zero. I finally understand the purpose of my coming here. Then we saw Bajiao Street and Jokhang Temple with regional characteristics. In retrospect, they are full of ghee and mysterious halls. It's beautiful. What can breed such a culture? It's incredible. I specially chose a Tibetan restaurant for lunch. Buttered tea smells good, and beef stew is real. The food difference caused by customs and regional differences with Tibetan girls, who have been difficult to communicate with, also made me feel different in Tibet. Quiet is the farewell music. At four o'clock in the afternoon, with disappointment, we left this place that has always haunted me. The return trip is very long. At twelve o'clock in the evening, we finally arrived at Gongbu Jiangda. Four hungry people are still eating instant noodles they bought on the road at night. This journey is both painful and enjoyable. I can still smell the thick braised beef noodles in my sleep. At 9 o'clock the next day, I passed by Bayi Town of Lingzhi, a place I saw from China on the Tip of the Tongue. I didn't taste the food. It is worth mentioning that I saw the Yarlung Zangbo River, which is rolling and long and has different charm and scenery. At noon in Rishen Mountain, we ate a big plate of chicken and added a portion of noodles. Yes, we eat more during the trip. We can eat one more bowl than usual. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Along the way, I saw a very beautiful antique town (Lulang). From the winding mountain road, I can see its uniqueness, just like the garden model in the green forest, exquisite and classical. Unfortunately, it seems abandoned, and I can only see its scenery without people. Speaking of the return trip, I have to say Panshan Road, going up and down the mountain and continuing up the mountain. It is thrilling and exciting, and it will test the driving skills from time to time because the opposite vehicles are blocked into squares. The scenery varies from high to low, including blue-gray mountains, magnificent world, green forests and lush. I like the feeling of being taken care of by nature. I feel comfortable and happy. I want to sing, run, shout and miss home. I suddenly realized that traveling far away made me love life more, not be troubled by troubles, purify my mind and know myself better. Forgive my absence on my return trip, I am eager to go home. It was not until I arrived in Qamdo on the evening of the 6th that my memory was brought up again. I haven't gone to bed early for a long time.

In the background of rest, we arrived at our destination at 10, imagining that we could fall asleep as soon as possible, but what collapsed was that we couldn't find a place to live and were hit by a bath center (girls). God knows, we just want to have a rest, so embarrassed that I have forgotten where to rest this day. On the morning of the 7th, I finally got the spicy powder I dreamed of. Although I forgot how it tasted, I was still very happy. Continue to rush about on the road, I heard that the next stop is Yushu, and I am still looking forward to it. I want to see the city, just want to know its changes and years. I finally arrived in Yushu at 8: 00 pm. The city is newly built beautifully. Although there are not many people, the food is really good. The biggest feeling is that he is alive again, which makes people very happy. Suddenly, I felt a thrill in my heart. We are grateful to China, the favored son of heaven, a blessed land for thousands of years! Because there was no plan in advance, after all the regrets and sighs, we decided to continue to leave for Xining to see Ta 'er Temple on the 8th. Ta 'er Temple has a strong religious flavor, with many tourists and being separated from the other three people, so they took a quick look and ran out early. Seeing that there are people selling highland barley everywhere outside the scenic spot, they also understand that there is never a lack of hard-working people in life. What can we complain about? After coming out of Ta 'er Temple, we started to set foot on the return journey at full speed. 9th is the traditional Valentine's Day in China. We stayed in the car for a whole day, speeding on the wide road, free and unrestrained (bought a sack of cantaloupe on the way), and finally got home at 10 in the early morning 1 0, and our tiring trip to Tibet in Qinghai ended successfully.

What is the relationship between beauty, food and hard work?

Then be a happy person forever!

Dream, is it far away?

Well, my dream, my distance!

Twelve days' journey, twelve days and nights. You come with me.

Written on 20 16 12.