Wen/Tu Liang Rodin

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When you wake up, you will see a mirror image of the northwest.

Short adobe houses are like piles of loess-like mountains. Looking through the window, it is a misty yellow tone. A little overwhelmed, I was in this iron box, between trance, and was displaced thousands of miles away. I once heard a friend talk about Qinghai. Great, Qinghai Lake, Ta 'er Temple, Qilian Grassland. Now that I am in Qinghai, I am looking forward to the scenery I will visit and what kind of adventure I will have.

Day1: a station in three languages, hearty halal pasta and yogurt, and heavy rain with a straight temper

Xining West Railway Station is a temporary station, but it is responsible for the main railway traffic in Xining. Backed by the northwest loess slope mountain, the front is a consistent blue roof house. I left the station with my luggage on my back, and tips in three different languages were played on the loudspeaker. English, Tibetan, and Chinese were surprised by it.

There are special bus lines in Xining to reach the railway station, and about 5 or 6 lines are named as special lines, which is very convenient. I took a bus to the family hotel booked online. The owner was a mother-in-law who was very enthusiastic. The room is very clean, quite northwest style. Pack your things, put on your coat, and get ready to go out and solve your appetite. Xining city is more than 2111 meters above sea level, with relatively cool temperature and large temperature difference. Even in summer, it is quite necessary to take a coat when going out.

I had dinner in a Hui restaurant on Koufu Street. Muslim cuisine is an essential part of Xining cuisine, mainly beef and mutton, and pasta. I ordered a fried noodles and a few kebabs. The weight is bigger than expected. The fried noodles are rich in sauce, with refreshing fresh vegetables to warm the stomach and comfort, and the kebabs are fat but not greasy and hearty. After eating, I went for a walk, then bought a fresh old yogurt, tasted it while walking, and sighed with emotion at the same time, which should be the case.

Qinghai Lake outside the car window

While intoxicated with the delicious food, it was rained in Qinghai, which is really different from the rain in Sichuan. At first, there were a few thunders, but before we walked a few steps, the rain came crashing down. Like a soybean, it hits the body abruptly and soon seeps into the skin and chills. There was no canopy in the storefront on the street, and I didn't bring rain gear, so I got in close contact with the rain in the northwest and felt each other. Fortunately, it was menacing, and it went simply. At first, I was impatient. What should I do? The rain stopped.

Day2: Muslim grandpa, Ta 'er Temple fell down, butter sculpture and Thangka murals

The next day, I got on the bus in Huangzhong and went to see the legendary Ta 'er Temple.

On the cream-colored bus, a Muslim grandfather sat next to him. When I got off the bus, I asked him how to get to the Ta 'er Temple. He showed me the way, and he also showed me where he was going, a mosque. There is only one street between the two temples. Then go ahead and meet Ta 'er Temple at the end of the street.

Walk past the archway with Tibetan pagodas, inside which is a row of prayer tubes, which turn around and enter. There are a row of white pagodas in the square, which look the same, but each decoration is different when you look closely. Pigeons landed on the spire and glared at the praying believers below. Believers gathered around the column of white pagodas, mumbling prayers, touching the white marble pillars with their foreheads every few steps, and each pillar was rubbed and polished.

When visitors come to Ta 'er Temple, there are more and more people. Believers, monks from other places, tourists and lecturers are very lively.

The combination of Tibetan style and Chinese style in Ta 'er Temple

Ta 'er Temple, also known as Ta 'er Temple, was the birthplace of Zong Kaba, the founder of Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, and was renovated because the master's mother missed her son. The whole building complex was built on the mountain, which was founded in the Ming Dynasty. The structural method of the Han nationality was combined with Tibetan painting. The Buddha statues in the hall were exquisite and vivid, and the drooping eyebrows were full of compassion. The solemn and solemn spirit made the people who rubbed their shoulders and rubbed their heels feel awe.

The Castel landform I met on the road

butter sculpture, embroidered Thangka and murals, these three stunts are all from the hands of art monks in Ta 'er Temple. As the highest institution of Qinghai Buddhist College, there are many talented people and learned people. The stories of King Kong, Dharma Protection and Buddhism are all telling a story. Piled embroidered Thangkas are mainly hung in the Great Classrooms and places where lamas in monasteries concentrate on chanting, and have a strong butter flavor. Butter sculpture is made of ghee, and its colorful sculptures are grand and spectacular in scale. Perhaps I was surprised by the unique skills of Ta 'er Temple. I had a heavy fall when I was walking, but it strengthened my mind to go on.

Temple under the wind banners of Ta 'er Temple

Day3: The journey of the blue sea, Princess Wencheng and Jinyintan grassland

begins with the story and ends with the story.

It is said that Princess Wencheng spent a year when she entered Tibet and went to Qinghai. The Tibetan king praised Brinca for letting the princess rest for a month. Praise Brinca, when the princess left it, it means that she left her hometown completely and went to Tibet. Because the princess missed her hometown, she left her precious mirror, which turned into Sun Moon Mountain. Tears of missing my hometown flowed and turned into an inverted river.

I didn't go to see the magic of Daotang River during this trip, but I was lucky enough to visit Zan Brinca and Sun Moon Mountain. In Zan Brinca's palace, I heard many legends about Princess Wencheng. I admired this strong woman and was impressed by her kindness and intelligence.

On the way to Qinghai Lake

Sun Moon Mountain in Qinghai Lake

After meeting Princess Wencheng, I met Qinghai Lake. Qinghai Lake. Mongolian calls it Kukunur, which means the blue sea. The first feeling is that it is like a fairyland, and the water is the same color as the sky. The blue-green color starts from the light yellow sand line, gradually becomes deeper with the distance, then becomes shallower at the junction of Tianshui, and then becomes deeper in the direction of the sky? The role of clouds at this time is to separate water from the sky. Clouds above the water level curl up like ink and wash, such as gauze and light smoke, which become more lively when they rise. At this time, clouds are like cotton balls condensed by light smoke.

I saw a huge thing in the cotton ball, which was out of tune with the beautiful scenery. A huge yacht is parked on the dock, and the flute is rumbling. The plateau ecology is extremely fragile. I don't know too much commercial development and carry too many tourists. Can Qinghai Lake remain beautiful? This is a difficult problem.

Day4: Clear Yellow River, green rape blossoms and heavy rain hit mushrooms

When I went to Menyuan, I met the most changeable weather on the plateau. However, it is still fresh in my memory because of this weather.

pastoral scenery of Menyuan

Looking down from the observation deck of Menyuan, the rape flower has withered, although there is no golden one, it is still excellent. Nearby, far away, and farther away, you can see all the snow-capped mountains. Between the mountains, near and far are rape fields, which are green and beautiful. The mountains are also worth seeing, covered with green grass nearby, with sheep, cattle and horses. Far away, it is crimson, with a unique landform, and further away, it is the snow-capped mountains, only to see the end.

the door source is Qilian. The first place to go to Qilian was Zhuo'er Mountain. At that time, the clouds on the mountain were layered together. I listened to Li Shu and took rain gear, but I didn't listen to him and went up the mountain by car. I thought, how can I take a bus in such a beautiful place?

It's cloudy and rainy in Zhuoer Mountain in Qilian

Walking up the mountain, the highland barley fields and rape fields at the foot of Zhuoer Mountain are very beautiful, and the wind blows, which is very dynamic. The sky in the sky is particularly attractive because it is about to rain. I didn't expect that as soon as I got to the mountainside, the wind rolled stones and it rained heavily. The rain is very heavy, and it hurts when it hits the body. When the wind blows, the pain and cold drill into the bones.

as soon as the rain gear is opened, the umbrella rib is blown over, which is useless at all. Anyone here? I couldn't walk at all, so I had to squat down beside the mound and install mushrooms. Although the rain didn't stop, it cleared up ahead, so I had to get up and walk forward. After walking through the rain, there is the sun, and you can dry your almost soaked body. It was not long before the clouds floated again, but the drizzle was not enough to trap my steps.

The rape field and highland barley field in Qilian

The rain never stopped the next day, and the temperature dropped below 11 degrees. The plan of playing grassland and picking mushrooms was soaked in soup, and it even snowed on the way back. When I got off the bus and felt the heavy snow, I felt frozen into popsicles when I was playing, and I was still happy.

I miss this journey and all kinds of adventures along the way.