Since then, we have climbed a mountain almost every day, and the destination is located in a small town between mountains or a village at the foot of the mountain. Zheduo Mountain is the first real mountain, and the Gaoersi Mountain we climbed that day is the second mountain on the Sichuan-Tibet line.
Xinduqiao is about 3300m above sea level, and Gaoersi Mountain is marked with an altitude of 4412m. Compared with Zheduo Mountain, the riding difficulty of Gaoersi Mountain will be much less.
Starting from xinduqiao in the morning, I met the shop owner in Xiangkezong Village at the entrance of the hotel. He came to xinduqiao to attract guests staying in his shop at night. This is a very attractive condition, which can help cyclists carry their backpacks. I wanted to try, but in the end, everyone decided to take their backpacks on the road, which might make me feel more. We also don't want to be looked down upon by cyclists on the roadside.
Gaoersishan mountainside tunnel is in the late stage of construction and is expected to open to traffic at the end of 20 14. Because the road leading to the top of the mountain has not been repaired for a long time, it is crushed by freight trucks coming and going, and the old asphalt pavement gradually peels off, exposing a large area of soil.
With the previous two mountain climbing experiences, the scenery on the road this time is not as novel as before. From xinduqiao all the way to the foot of Gaoersi Mountain, we still walk through the unique mountains and rivers in Tibetan areas. I never thought that the 3 18 national highway here is also a charming scenery, and riding a bike on it is a pleasure.
Every time I climb a mountain, it is foggy. From the foot of the mountain, they are halfway up the mountain. When they reached the top of the mountain, they looked down. I don't know when they sank to the foot of the mountain again. You can't catch its tail. They are playing hide-and-seek with you.
When I arrived at the top of Gaoer Temple around 10 in the morning, the foggy sky on the top of the mountain seemed a little cold. The first cyclists have stopped in the open space of the mountain pass, where there is only an iron sign marked with the name and altitude of the mountain. Off-road vehicles lined up on the side of the mountain, almost blocking the traffic on the road. The five-color prayer flags seen on Zheduo Mountain also appeared at the pass of Gaoersi Mountain, floating heartily in the cold wind. In fact, you can see colorful prayer flags fluttering in the wind on every next mountain, and you can also see them beside some unknown rivers.
After coming to Tibetan areas, these prayer flags can be seen everywhere. The colorful flags are printed with dense Buddhist scriptures. In the eyes of people who believe in Tibetan Buddhism, the fluttering of banners dancing with the wind is a kind of chanting, constantly conveying people's wishes to God and praying for God's blessing.
Hanging prayer flags has become a religious custom spread in Tibetan areas for thousands of years, which has the function of self-cultivation and benefiting all beings. The prayer flags have become a bridge between God and people. The Buddha in the sky protects all those who make and hang prayer flags. Where there are prayer flags, there is kindness and auspiciousness. In fact, every place on the Sichuan-Tibet line was blessed by God and gods before we arrived in Lhasa.
There is a slightly higher platform in the distance of the clearing at the top of the mountain, which is full of small stones piled up by pieces of gravel. This is my first time to see Manidui in Tibetan areas. Mani heap, also known as "God heap", comes from the abbreviation of "Mami mother" in the six-character Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, and is called "Mani heap" because the stone is engraved with "Mani".
People in Tibetan areas carved scriptures, various Buddha statues and auspicious patterns on ordinary stones, and decorated them with colors, turning ordinary stones into Mani stones for people to pray for. Devout Tibetan believers believe that this kind of stone will have supernatural spirituality and bring them good luck as long as it is persistent and sincere.
Five-color prayer flags and Manidui are ways for Tibetan people to place their hopes and wish good luck. They believe in Tibetan Buddhism, and we outsiders are moved by their pious gesture. Tibet is a place with a high degree of hypoxia, but people who have lived here for generations have never lacked faith. They gave themselves the best reason to live, and walking on the road with faith became their most important way of life.
A person should choose something worthy of belief when he is alive, because it gives you the desire and motivation to live, at least it won't let you expose the lies of life. Living in a state worth paying for is the way to get satisfaction and happiness.
Before you go to that highland, you can see many passers-by writing blessings on the Mani heap. Pick up a piece of gravel from the ground, write down the blessings to relatives and friends, and put it on a Mani pile. Thinking that the Gals Mountain Tunnel is about to pass, the prayer flags and Manidui at the top of Gals Mountain will become the scenery of rescue, and they will not be interested, so they will lie here quietly without being disturbed.
Cyclists on the road gathered at the top of the mountain, and it was very lively for a time, just like the market in the mountains. Every time we climb a mountain, everyone chooses to take a photo with a brand with the name of the mountain as evidence of their conquest of the mountain and is satisfied with their inner recognition.
Many riders take out flags or banners that they carry with them. A cyclist who used to live with us in xinduqiao Hotel met on the mountain again this time. He took out a long banner from his backpack for us to sign, with a girl's name on it and a sentence "Let's get married!" "
He is from Sichuan and works in a company after graduation. The girl he likes is his colleague. He has never had the courage to express himself in the company. This time he took the Sichuan-Tibet line to summon up the courage to love, to love the person he really loves and to do what he likes.
The banner is full of cyclists' names and blessings. Everyone pulled up the banner together. In the blue sky and white clouds, at the top of the mountain, the camera fixed the touch of that moment.
I wonder how the girl will feel when the cyclist goes back and raises this banner in front of her sweetheart. But I think anyone who is serious about love should be blessed by the world, because falling in love with the road at least shows his sincerity at that moment.
In midsummer, the frozen soil on the mountain began to melt, and the road down the mountain was muddy. There is no trace of asphalt on the bumpy road. Although there is a stone pier on the other side of the road, the car can't help falling off the cliff from the top of the mountain. Big trucks lined up to go up the hill, and we lined up to go down the hill. Although we are very careful, we can't help tossing and turning. The first experience of going down the mountain is more arduous and scary than going up the mountain.
Halfway up the mountain, I walked more than ten kilometers of muddy road and finally saw the newly built asphalt road. This asphalt road is connected with the upcoming Gaoersi Mountain Tunnel. After going down the mountain is Yajiang County, with an altitude of more than 2,500 meters.
On the way down the mountain, I couldn't help but stop to take pictures several times. There are seven colors in the roadside flower beds, orange, yellow, green and green are in transition between red and blue. Tibetans bend over and work in it, looming in the rolling color waves. The houses along the road are equally eye-catching. The Tibetan-style two-story building is located on a green terrace. The surface of the building is painted light yellow, and the small windows are outlined in ivory. The unique patterns in Tibetan areas are decorated on the roofs of buildings. All these harmonious TINT are the only scenery in the painting.
Arrived at Yajiang County at noon and spent most of the morning on the hillside of Gaoersi Mountain. As soon as I entered the city, I felt a heat wave coming head-on, mixed with automobile exhaust and dust. At this time, the jacket wrapped around me was soaked with sweat, so I had to take it off, tie it to the shelf of my bike and put on a thin cycling suit again.
Yajiang, Tibetan "Ka Ya Qu", means "Hekou". The Yalong River flows through the county seat.
At noon that day in Yajiang, the sun scorched the road, and I experienced the summer temperature in Tibetan areas for the first time. With the constant change of altitude during riding, we experience the changes of four seasons in one day and see the scenery of the four seasons. Have lunch in Yajiang and rush to Xiangkezong village at an altitude of 3500 meters in the afternoon.
It is also a mountain climbing road of 16 km. The situation that afternoon was the same as that from Kangding County to Zheduotang Village. Although the distance is short, the difficulty is not diminished. Xiangkezong Village is located at the foot of Jianziwan Mountain. On the same day, I arrived at Xiangkezong Village, reducing the difficulty of riding up the mountain in Jianziwan the next day.
The vicious sun in the valley made everyone's head groggy. After crossing a tunnel in Yajiang County, they began to climb to an altitude. Every time I see the slope in front of me, it is very gentle, but I always feel that I don't need strength. When I turned a hill and looked back, I found that the slope was actually very steep. The sweat on everyone's head evaporated, and the sweat rolled down from his forehead and dripped on the road. Every time he sees a gas station, he has an impulse to go in to avoid the poisonous sun.
Every cyclist on the road is struggling to move forward. They seem to be fixed on this road, and they can't see the distance moving slowly for a while. Everyone bowed their heads and looked at the retrogressive road.
The white tape painted on the road is full of funny language of cyclists. "All here, don't push the cart?" Long live the ox cart, The ox cart is a hero or Don't push the ox cart when you are killed, My ass hurts and The ox cart is a grandson ... It is like walking a long way to see a story and walking alone on the road.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Xiangkezong village, and the 3000-kilometer road monument of 3 18 national road was next to the village. Starting from Shanghai, I have witnessed the change of mileage on the road monument again and again. When a 3000 km is in front of us, it still feels a bit abrupt. "We have walked 3000 kilometers." I silently read what I couldn't believe at the moment.
In the evening, I stayed with a Tibetan family in the village. The two-story building is full of cyclists, and bicycles are scattered in the yard. The scene is quite spectacular. Everyone is busy in the yard, some are washing cars, some are washing clothes, and some are packing. The next day, we will all leave this place and rush to the next place. Similarly, a group of new guests will be welcomed here. Just like us, after a short stay for one night, we will rush to the next place. ...
Eating around the table at night, the shopkeeper was busy, putting the cooked dishes on the table, and many chopsticks were taken away ... Everyone looked at each other and didn't know each other, but they all knew that these people were going to Lhasa, staying here tonight and still on their way tomorrow. This is a tacit understanding that everyone has learned without communication.
The village under the scissors bend mountain is quiet at night, and sometimes Tibetans in the yard can hear the sound of drinking and chatting. After dinner, we couldn't sleep in the room and sat on the doorstep. The dark sky is empty and meaningful, and people on both sides of the street have heavy lights at home, so they can't see the mountains clearly and the way when they come.
It is in this vast night that there are full of broken diamonds, and they are shining with dazzling stars. We looked up at God. No one has ever seen such a prosperous and splendid starry sky. After thousands of years of dust, the power that enters our eyes is irresistible. This is the shock brought by nature.
From then on, whenever I mentioned the village where pilgrims lived, I would think of the light and strength that the stars in the sky brought me at that moment. They have experienced a long time and space twists and turns. They will always live in my heart and spend every lonely night with me.
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