From Toba, it was six o'clock in the morning, and it was still a little dark. As soon as I got out of the village, I vaguely saw five or six black shadows in front of me skewering back and forth on the road, it was a wolf!Wolves!This was my first reaction subconsciously, and in a panic, I quickly retreated, and returned to the hotel, sitting and waiting for dawn, not daring to move forward again. The shopkeeper said last night: There are often wolves in this area, and they go to the village late at night to steal sheep.
After dawn, I set out in earnest, winding along a small river outside the village, and in the distance a white tent smoke rose in a hollow, giving the lonely mountain a little bit of life. Rounding a mountain, we got closer to the tent. Suddenly, I found another wolf in the grass in front of me, and in a real dilemma, the wolf also found me, and howled twice, staring at me fiercely, and did not come. I didn't dare to slack off, so I quickly took off my travel bag and put it in a safe place on the hillside, took off the photo frame and held it in my hand as a **, picked up some big rocks from the side of the road and put them beside me, and waited for it. After a long while, the wolf had no intention of attacking me, and I thought it might have been too scared to come, so I breathed a sigh of relief, went over and took my travel bag, held the photo frame in my left hand just in case, and pushed the cart slowly forward with my right hand. As if he understood something, the wolf suddenly roared and ran towards me, and I had no time to prepare anything, so I stood still, turned the car around and blocked the front, and waved my left hand at the picture frame ready for a desperate fight. At this moment I heard a hound barking at the tent and running towards me, and now I and the wolf had exchanged hands, and I dodged left and right, swinging my bicycle back and forth to block the wolf's attack, but the wolf jumped up and down, and attacked me frantically. While he was panicking and in a hurry, the hound came up and hissed and bit with the wolf, when he heard a "bang", like the sound of a gunshot, which was very crisp and loud in the valley in the morning, and saw that the wolf was terrified, and fled in a hurry, and the hound barked wildly and chased after him. I took a closer look and saw a middle-aged Tibetan running from the tent with a shotgun in his hand. When I came to me, I thanked him again and again, and he obviously didn't understand what I was saying, but he understood what I meant, and he said a lot of words in Tibetan, which I didn't understand, and it seemed to ask me, "Who are you?"What for?To ** go?After saying that, I touched the ** bike, bag, and camera with my hand, which made me very nervous, thinking that it wouldn't be my idea, right?Fortunately, it was okay, and he said a lot of words to me, and I could only nod my head incessantly, saying "um" and "um" on my lips, and constantly smiling and nodding at him. Finally, I thanked him once more, and then said goodbye and continued on my way.
I came across a small stream on the side of the road, trickling down from above, and I stopped to wash up, only to feel that it was cold to the bone, which was formed by the melting of the snow and ice on the snowy mountains. I saw a passenger plane flying in the sky again, faintly, silently, very high, or the first time I encountered it since entering Tibet, I felt very cordial, very warm, and a little bit of the smell of the world.
The Great Lama Mountain is big, but it is not as high as the previous mountain, and it is very difficult to climbAnd the mountains here are not high and gentle. Like a mountain is more like a river, just can't see through, can't turn over, is a high and low prairie, flowers bloom everywhere, there are eagles, magpies, gray rabbits, and wild pigeons, but there are few people's homes, there are also.
3. The two tents seem very silent, very empty, and silent, like a fairy tale world. People here are like in paintings, man and nature have been integrated, the soul is very pure and pure, there are not so many complicated things in the mind, the spirit has been sublimated to the greatest extent, and it has become very holy and holy, and there is really a feeling of the existence of gods in the dark. The mountains and grasslands here look very spiritual, as if heaven and earth can communicate with each other, and the heart can communicate with nature.
The Great Lama Mountain is hundreds of miles in radius, and I walked for most of the day to complete half of it. On the way, they encountered a team of yaks, all carrying wood and sacks, which were said to be used by the herders to build their houses. Later, I passed through a pastoral area, there were many tents, and there were many people, all rushing to buy and sell things, as if they were holding an exchange meeting. The children saw me screaming and shouting around, they had never seen an outsider like me, they were very curious, they jumped up and down after me, I was fast and they were fast, I was slow and they were slow, they were slow, they could follow me for dozens of miles.
In the afternoon, passing through a mountainous area, I saw from afar that there was no grass on the top of the mountain, and the red and yellow rocks were broken and devastated, as if they had been left behind by a volcanic eruption. Out of curiosity, I climbed to the top of the mountain and took a closer look, touched it with my hand, and looked into the distance, and the mountains in a similar situation were lined up in a line, stretching to the horizon. I suspect this must be a volcanic belt, an extinct volcano with a strange shape at the top of the mountain formed by the cooling of erupted magma.
The descent began at the thirty-eighth class, where many workers were working on the road. When they saw me, they waved at me and shouted for me to go and rest and drink water, but I refused and continued on my way.
When I arrived at the 39th class, I went in and asked the hostess for some boiling water, took out the instant noodles I had brought and soaked them, and said goodbye to the road. I didn't go far, but there was a sudden heavy rain in the sky, mixed with hail the size of an egg, pouring down, hitting my head and body, and I fell in a panic and fell into a mud figure. There was a jeep on the opposite side, and foreigners were sitting in it, and they gave me a thumbs up and shouted, "OK." Seeing that he couldn't move on, he had to retreat and return to the thirty-ninth class. The hostess said, "Don't go, just stay here, and leave tomorrow." I had no choice but to do this, and I repeatedly thanked them for taking them in.
I changed my clothes, drank a lot of butter tea, and ate a few steamed buns made by the hostess. I talked to him a lot, and she seemed to understand, interjecting from time to time to ask about the situation.
In the evening, the group of Taoist workers I met on the road came back, and when they saw me, they were very happy and enthusiastic, and asked me this and that, and asked them about the situation in the hinterland, the big world outside the mountains, and slept with them at night.
The next day, I took a group photo with the workers, said goodbye to the road, and headed for Qamdo, and the journey to the Great Lama Mountain was fruitful.