Travel guide to Daocheng Aden in Kangba Tibetan area of western Sichuan 20 17
Over the mountains and rivers, the White Pagoda.
There are gods in the mountains, spirits in the water, and people have faith.
The old Tibetan driver Qiu Mingshan's car god is still floating around the corner.
Highland barley wine, butter tea, Tibetan yogurt
Yak and highland barley cake
Handsome Tashi and Zhuo Ma.
Strip flat asphalt road
Panshan road, winding constantly.
Riding, hiking, worshipping.
I believe this is indeed heaven.
I'm glad I came by bike for the first time.
Only by trudging with your own sweat is the most sincere respect for this land.
When you use up all your physical strength, go deep into your heart and see every inch of wonderful scenery, it is so precious.
Re-take G3 18 Chengdu-Litang section again.
Memory is where I hide on the side of the road. I can point out where I urinate, and my eldest brother will only say dirty with disgust.
When I look at these slopes, I often think about how I climbed up at that time, and then I was moved by my own tears. What I really remember is the first half of Batang Road before getting off. On the way to Litang, I can clearly remember where I rode, lived and even had lunch every day. After Mangkang, I can't remember where I started and where I went without looking at the records. Maybe it's the freshness of the first half, maybe it's the leisure in the first half, maybe it's the hurry in the second half, maybe it's the place names in Tibet that are hard to remember.
There is a prayer wall at the pass of Zheduo Mountain. I don't remember last year. Like the rebuilt East Mountain, it keeps raining back and forth.
Pilgrims live on the concrete guardrail along the Kazirah Mountain Highway, painting music. If my eldest brother hadn't pointed it out to me, I wouldn't have noticed at all. I must have bowed my head and climbed the slope too seriously last year, or I was attracted by the distant scenery and completely ignored what was painted on the concrete guardrail. I thought it was the same pattern.
I wanted to find the words written on the wall before crossing Litang Tunnel last year, but the car didn't find the wall when it passed by, but unfortunately I couldn't stop to look for it.
There are many more Chinese characters on the hillside than last year. In the past, there was only "Long live the production party", but now the hillside is like a banner. Slogans such as "Grateful to the Party", "Follow the Party" and "Running towards a Well-off Society" are piling up. I don't know why I always feel that one side is forced to stand side by side with God.
The weather was not very clear along the way, and there were not too many blue sky and white clouds, and there were more clouds. Although the mountains and rivers are not as magnificent as the blue sky and white clouds, I saw another gesture of 3 18 in my eldest brother's words. Fanxing tourists passing by the observation deck don't even have a shop open to sell milk tea and coffee. Last year, it was very prosperous Breakfast was the standard last year, steamed bread, porridge, mustard tuber and eggs.
A few months ago, I wanted to rewrite my 3 18 cycling trip, but I didn't want to write a running account. I rewrote the mood of each section, but I was starving because it became more and more like a running account (crying).
Even if I have climbed over 5000 altitude by bike, I still can't bear to ride on and off. Dizziness caused by rapid changes in air pressure is the slightest high reaction.
There are many carts in Erlang Mountain, Zheduo Mountain, Kazila Mountain and Tianlu Eighteen Bends. I also saw more girls on this road. Sitting in the car, I really want to cheer for them, but the window glass is too thick to convey.
There are also cyclists passing by who cast disdainful eyes on this coach (laughs). But he didn't know that I really wanted to get off the bus and said, big brother, I'll ride with you for a while.
There are also uncles and aunts who take pictures at the pass, and they are forced to take pictures by their cars.
In Aden, I met three men who rode bicycles from Chengdu to Daocheng and commented on the girl who rode 3 18. The girl riding Sichuan and Tibet must be stronger than the weakest man, and the weakest man on this road must be that man. I think it really makes sense!
Yaks eat grass with their heads down. I really envy you for not getting cervical spondylosis!
When I arrived in Licheng last year, it was the hot screening period of Passing Through Your World. At that time, I had heard the name Daocheng Aden before reading novels or movies.
Before entering Litang, there is a three-way intersection, which points to Daocheng on the left and Litang County on the right. The road leading to Daocheng in the distance is straight and flat, like the guidance of God, calling me. At that time, I thought I would go to Daocheng from Litang one day, but I didn't expect to come one year later, although it was only by car.
Last October, I read a novel. It was heartbreaking when Mao's Voyager rang in Daocheng.
"I pass by your world, and you just pass by each other's world."
Once a place has placed its thoughts, it will become a place that people yearn for.
They pointed to the meadow and said, Look, that's where Mao proposed to litchi. It doesn't look as good as in the movie.
I haven't seen the movie yet, so I seem to feel the need to make up for the scenery in the movie.
There are three sacred mountains and three sacred lakes in Aden, all of which are called small lakes formed by the melting of the sea and snow-capped mountains. I also joked that these are small puddles. Have I offended the immortals? There are also zodiac signs in Shenshan. This is the first time I have been so close to the snow-capped mountains. I just don't have enough time to value Gu Temple.
I have probably met Yang Zhuoyong CuO, but I am not surprised by these three seas, but the holy water is still clear, serene and crystal clear. It may also be the weather. There are clouds all over the sky, and I have never seen any of the five colors in the legend of the Five Colors Sea. Also, I only went to two lakes because of the tight time. The three seas at an altitude of 4600 absorb the essence of heaven and earth and are guarded by three snow-capped mountains. How can you not feel that they are sacred?
Once again, I got a car from an old Tibetan driver in the scenic spot. The tourist can't stand carsickness and says, Master, please drive slowly. The master said that there are few cars here, so there are many people in a hurry. You insisted that there was a bag there. I guess the master's inner play is that you told me to drive slowly. Is this still driving? I can't help but squeeze a few. Old Tibetan drivers of battery cars in scenic spots shift gears with one hand on the steering wheel even in corners. You can tell whether the driver in the car is Tibetan or Han by the speed of turning.
Having lived in xinduqiao for the first night, I feel I am back in xinduqiao, the land of destiny. I told my eldest brother that last year we almost walked 3 17 north of the Sichuan-Tibet line, but because Deshun dropped his mobile phone, we walked back to 3 18. I went to the entrance of Tonghuali, where I stayed for three nights last year, and took a photo. It is also the place where I lived for the longest time except Lhasa last year, but this year it looks very deserted and the Gesang flowers in the yard are not in bloom. I wonder where the sentimental boss has gone. I stopped a lot of bicycles instead of flying to the door.
The tour guide on the bus said that hiking and cycling are poor tours, and most people may think so. But in my eyes, hiking and cycling are more time-consuming, more expensive and more difficult, and can't be called poor travel.
When my eldest brother was shopping for equipment in Decathlon, Chengdu, he met a fellow villager, walked from Su Chun to Chengdu for two months, and then continued to walk 3 18, which made my eldest brother want to follow. Walking alone is much more difficult than taking a trip, and it may take three months.
The charm of Tibetan areas lies in coming here. Looks like you've been here the whole time. The next day, the people in the car had the illusion that they had been here for a long time. Maybe getting up early will make the day longer. More likely, the scenery and beliefs here make people forget the noisy and flashy world. Although I am a person without faith, perhaps it is because I have no faith that I cling to the power they get from faith.
Perhaps, love is also a kind of faith.
The local Tibetan female tour guide said that the first thing to do when you have money at home is not to deposit it in the bank, but to donate merits to the temple, and then the living Buddha will send a prayer basin (we thought it was a golden basin, but it was actually a scripture with scriptures on it, made of copper), so the whole wall of the house was covered with prayer basins. Then the temple will use the donated money to support the elderly who are unable to work, such as nursing homes. It took her father three years to finish the worship, so it seems that it is time to go back and see a wave of Kong Rinpoche. I like to see their handsome faces. Their bodies are as high as the altitude. However, this Tibetan guide used to be very white in beauty maintenance and lost its Tibetan beauty.
No matter how beautiful the photos, videos and books are, it is better to feel the local customs here by yourself. Everyone feels differently. They will say that eating too much yak meat will make you uncomfortable and eat less (yak meat is not limited). They will say, you can stay here if you like, Tashi is unmarried, and Zhuo Ma is unmarried. (Tashi stands for boys and Zhuo Ma stands for girls, so suddenly I can't call that Tashi primary school brother). I didn't see the smell of Buddhist temples floating behind Lama. I smelled him first, and when I looked back, it was really a Lama. Although men are superior to women here, it is Zhuo Ma who drives yaks on the way to work in the fields. Women have to work in the fields the day after giving birth to Zhuo Ma, and they can rest for a week after giving birth to Tashi. These may have been read in books, but they are not as profound as the Tibetans themselves.
The second 3 18 refreshed some memories and gained different feelings.
I came here for the first time and left a sweat.
The second time I came, I left tears.
Thanks to Zhao Le's big brother for leading the trend, although he faded in the afternoon.
Daocheng Yading
Because of you, it is especially beautiful here.
Because without you, this is Shacheng.
The journey has its end.
This story has an ending.
What about you?
Through my world