Strolling through Linzhi's classic prose

Linzhi is a strange place for me. On this day, I saw a group of photos in the WeChat circle of friends, including snow-capped mountains, blue sky, white clouds and blue lakes. I asked my friend, "It's beautiful. What is this place? "

She immediately replied, "This is Linzhi, the back garden of Lhasa."

To this end, I made a detailed inquiry on the Internet and learned that Linzhi is in Tibet, and Linzhi is a city with the reputation of "Little Jiangnan in Tibet". Well, yes, Linzhi not only has the beautiful scenery of Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon and Basongcuo, but also has the mystery of spending the night in Suosong Village. I suddenly have a strong feeling that I want to go to Linzhi!

Photography and writing can only be inspired by solitude. Many people don't understand this and think that "walking alone" is a lonely character and a neglect of safety. If you want to enter Tibet alone, you will naturally be questioned by your family and friends. After careful explanation, I finally made it clear.

Open Ctrip. Look at the flight, the ticket to Linzhi is urgent. Look at the sky, it's Qingming small holiday, and the flight is only first class.

From this day on, I will check the air tickets online from time to time. On the afternoon of April 5th, when I turned on the computer for the nth time, I suddenly saw that there was an economy class ticket on the flight to Linzhi the next morning. Without any hesitation, I immediately clicked on the purchase with the mouse and the surprise system showed that the reservation was successful!

I packed my things in a hurry, got up at three in the morning, and was taken to the airport by Ctrip when I was half awake and half asleep.

I. Impression of Linzhi City

The plane finally landed at Linzhi Milin Airport more than an hour late. It is said that flying to this airport is the most difficult route in China, and there is no one. Milin Airport is located in the Yarlung Zangbo River Valley, 50 kilometers away from Bayi Town, the capital of Linzhi, with an altitude of 2949 meters, belonging to the plateau airport.

I booked a room at Linzhi Huarui Hotel in Ctrip before departure. Although the evaluation says that the conditions are average, it is enough to have a house to live in.

I want to take a taxi when I get out of the airport. I chartered a car in 200 yuan, saying that 50 yuan could carpool with everyone. But I waited for more than half an hour, but I didn't see the second passenger, so I had to leave alone. Nobody takes a taxi at the airport here? This is the first thing I didn't think of.

Arriving at the front desk of the hotel, the young lady asked, "Do you have a reservation?"

I replied: "Ctrip booked it!"

Miss buried herself in front of the computer for a while. She said, "Sorry, I can't find what you ordered."

Boy, this has never happened in so many years. On second thought, located in the border plateau, the network may be imperfect and missed. I asked again, "What should I do? Is it too late to call Ctrip? "

The young lady said, "Then you can register directly at the front desk."

I asked, "Do you have a room? Yesterday I was scheduled to say that the house was tight. "

A beautiful Tibetan woman stood on the other side of the front desk and said, "I'm not nervous today." A guest has checked out! " "

I listened to my heart exulting, knowing that at least I would not live on the streets, and quickly said, "Thank you first, then book one." I will ask Ctrip later. "

Another unexpected arrival, the standard room booked at the front desk is actually half cheaper than that booked on Ctrip! Check in, take a break, turn on your mobile phone, and search for scenic spots in the city. There are only three scenic spots nearby, so I chose "Yangni River Scenic Belt" and "Fujian Garden" as my afternoon trip.

The hotel didn't serve lunch, so I asked the lady at the front desk. She said, "There is a restaurant on the left outside the gate. The food is delicious!"

Can Tibetan food still be delicious? I came to the restaurant on the left with questions. Looking up, the name of the store was written on the lintel in both Chinese and Tibetan languages. Although I don't know Tibetan, I can still understand Chinese. Chinese characters say: Daqin Hotel.

Daqin? Is this where I started? Is it Shaanxi restaurant? When you feel hungry, you can only talk about it first. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw several replicas of Terracotta Warriors and Horses. The walls were covered with all kinds of dishes, all of which were familiar Shaanxi cuisine and local snacks.

It only took a while to sit down, order and serve. Naturally, it is a hometown dish "oil sprinkled noodles" and a cold dish "Laoshan platter". I said to the waiter, "Give me a bowl of noodle soup!"

The girl promised in Shaanxi dialect: "OK, please wait a moment!" "

This meal cost more than 30 yuan, nearly twice as expensive as eating the same thing in Shaanxi. Prices in Tibet seem to be higher than those in the mainland.

Naturally, I went back to my room to rest and went out at three o'clock in the afternoon. I stopped a taxi in front of the hotel and went straight to the "Yangni River Scenic Belt".

Yangni River is the mother river of Linzhi people and one of the five tributaries of Yarlung Zangbo River. It originates from the ancient glacier on the side of Milla Mountain, with a total length of more than 300 kilometers. The river flows down from the glacier, but the bass is euphemistic and wild. The Yangni River Scenic Belt is just a wetland park near Linzhi.

It took about forty minutes to drive, and then I got here. There are already many spectators on the observation deck, and several buses and cars are parked in the open space next to it, because the small holiday is coming to an end and there is no noise and queuing.

Let the taxi wait for me in the parking lot, put on my camera and walk to the observation deck. Standing on the observation deck, looking at the Yangni River, the winding river slowly flows and the vast wetland is lush. On the island in the middle of the river, there are two cows chewing tender grass, and a couple are sitting on the grass by the river. The snow-capped mountains in the distance are illuminated by the setting sun, and black, green, white and gold are preserved. This scene is not only like the snowy area of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but also like the idyllic poetry on the land of Jiangnan. Coming here is like walking in a fairyland on earth.

I went back to the hotel and had dinner at Daqin's house. This time I ordered a bowl of Laoshan's "braised noodles", which was still delicious.

The name of Fujian Garden is related to Fujian Province. On the way back, I asked the taxi driver and learned that the park was aided by Fujian Province, so I named it "Fujian Garden".

Before dusk, I entered Fujian Garden. The buildings I saw are similar to those in artificial lakes and mainland parks, but there are two differences. I can see the snow-capped mountains not far away. When the sun goes down, the reflection in the lake and the trees in the park are very beautiful. In the grass and shade of the garden, many Tibetans take their families or hug their loved ones for leisure. Some of them have picnics with food, some are lying on the grass comfortably, some are dancing and jumping in pots and pans, and some are whispering in small groups, which is a quiet and peaceful scene.

Second, Basongcuo

Even if you have been to Lhasa and Everest, coming to Basongcuo in Linzhi will be amazing. Basongcuo, also known as "Cuogou Lake", is the sacred lake of the Ningma Sect of the Red Sect in Tibet and one of the largest freshwater dammed lakes in Tibet.

Basongcuo Lake is crystal clear, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, reflected in the water, and Sha Ou and white cranes float on the lake.

More than 0/00 meters away from the lake/Kloc-there is an island in the middle of the lake-Tashi Island, which is said to be a hollow island, floating on the lake and not connected with the bottom of the lake.

Zhaxi Island has "Cuozong Gongba Temple" built in the Tang Dynasty, which is a temple of Ma Ning Sect of Tibetan Red Religion, with a history of 1500 years.

Early in the morning, six of us took a business car from Linzhi to Basongcuo Scenic Area. Five people in the same trade have never met before. The driver Xiaoqing is very lively, talking and laughing among everyone. He tells his family history from time to time, which makes us laugh.

Talking and laughing, the car stopped, and the driver Xiaoqing said, "Here is the scenic spot. This is the first place we are going to today, called Kading Mountain. "

I did my homework on the internet before I came, and I knew this was the "Kadinggou" scenic spot. There were not many tourists in the morning, so the six of us went deep into the ravine.

I saw the waterfall hanging on the cliff falling from the sky, and I saw the sacred spring in Tibetan areas. The mountain road was rugged along the way, so I walked to the front unconsciously with my camera, because I wanted to find the right subject and seize the seat. When we climbed to the top of the stone wall and looked back, our team disappeared. Hey, we walked a little fast, so come back and find them.

On the way back, I saw two beautiful young women squatting there laying stones. Both of them are wearing soap clothes and black hats, and they are piously laying pebbles on other pebbles. The small stone pile is already 30 cm high. I went up to him and said, "Can I take your picture?"

Soap-clothed woman replied, "Yes!"

I picked up the camera, click, click, and photographed this pious and thoughtful figure.

Swim through the "Kadinggou" and drive to "Basongcuo".

It's already noon at the entrance of Basongcuo scenic spot. Xiaoqing took us to the restaurant for a light meal. After a short rest, we entered the gate of Basongcuo Scenic Area.

Take a bus in the scenic spot and come to the lake. What you see is a piece of green water. The speedboat flew over it, splashing white waves and drawing a beautiful arc at the stern. There is an island in the middle of the lake. The rocks on the island are covered with green plants. The snow-capped mountains in the distance are reflected in the water, and the snow on the top of the mountain shines in the sun. What a fairyland on earth!

I walked quickly by the lake, boarded the island and overlooked the rocks. With my eyes and the camera frame, I put all the scenery I can see into the memory card of the camera.

From the island in the middle of the lake, our group took a minibus to "Xincuo". It is said that "Xincuo" is another scenic spot to be developed, and we can't get close to it yet.

The car drove to the end of a village, got off the bus and looked at it. There were no tourists or scenery. He asked the driver, "Where are the scenic spots here?" The driver said, "Go along the village path and you will see it."

After crossing a dirt road and a plank road, I finally saw a pavilion and attic on the slope. I took the lead in climbing up the wooden ladder and stone steps. Just as I was panting for a rest, I looked up. Wow! At the moment, I saw a brightly dressed Tibetan girl sitting on the wooden railing in the attic, and a young man with a camera in his hand was taking pictures beside him. Naturally, you can't be abrupt. I waved to the young man first, then walked up to the girl and said, "You dress like a model. Can I take a picture of you? "

The girl said, "Tashildler!"

I don't understand. I don't know if I'm filming now. Still not? I heard again: "Yes, you can shoot!" "

I seriously turned on the overhead flash to fill her face. Click, click continuous shooting a few times, and the girl changed her posture and said, "Come again!"

Hehe, I took a few more pictures, and then I figured it out. It turns out that this Tibetan girl is dressed by Han Chinese.

Three. Yarlung Zangbo Rive Canyon

According to reports, the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon is the longest and deepest canyon on the earth, starting from Daduka Village in Milinpai Town in the north, passing through the Yarlung Zangbo River Bend in Pailong Township and reaching Basica Village in Medog County in the south. The canyon is more than 500 kilometers long and more than 6,000 meters deep, which is much larger than the world-famous Palong Zangbo Grand Canyon, Carola Grand Canyon and Colca Grand Canyon. There are four waterfalls in the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon no man's land, and the main waterfall falls nearly 50 meters. The canyon has nine natural zones from snow-capped mountains to tropical rainforests, and contains a variety of biological and plant resources, accounting for two-thirds of higher plants, half of mammals, four-fifths of insects and three-fifths of macrofungi on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. I really don't know, I was shocked at first sight! Is it really the best in the world? I can't help looking at it in doubt.

The car is driving on the highway leading to the Grand Canyon, looking into the river. There are dark blue peaks on both sides, black and white snow-capped mountains in the distance, bright green water flowing in the river, layers of pink flowers blooming on the mountainside, beige sand dunes at the foot of the mountain, and dense dark red shrubs growing along the river. Suddenly several wild birds flew from the horizon, sometimes flying low and sometimes flying high. The sky is full of dark clouds and white clouds, and gray and blue are changing colors.

The car stopped at several scenic spots, took some photos in a hurry and continued to drive. Suddenly I heard the driver ask, "Will this place stop?"

I opened my eyes wide and looked forward. I saw a few cars parked on the side of the road, and a dozen tourists walked around the cliff with cameras. Well, I want to have a chance. I said, "Of course!"

The driver replied, "There is a charge for taking pictures here."

The speed slowed down and I watched it carefully again. There are indeed several women in Tibetan costumes standing there collecting money. I asked, "Is the scenery good here? How much do you charge? "

The driver replied, "It's beautiful here. Everyone has to charge 5 yuan. "

The fellow travelers in the same car also said, "Five dollars? As long as the scenery is good, stop! "

The car slowly stopped at one side of the cliff. I got off the bus and took out five dollars first, and handed it to Sister Zang. The elder sister said politely, "Look, how beautiful!"

The scenery in front of us is shocking. The Yarlung Zangbo River is much wider here. The crystal clear water is green, and white clouds almost cover the blue sky. Clouds are stacked on top of each other, like a generous and fluffy ribbon, reflected on the Yarlung Zangbo River under the illumination of light and shadow. This picture of a "sea of clouds falling into a long river" clearly comes into view.

I took a dozen photos here in a hurry, and then I rushed to the Grand Canyon Scenic Area.

I took the circular bus in the scenic spot and saw four or five scenic spots. There seems to be a dead peach tree growing in the stone. It is said that it is a little old, and there are one or two places to see natural sand dunes. The beige sand pile with bright green river water is a comfortable color scheme for painters. The last scenic spot is "Zhishuang Village". After getting off the bus, I walked through a selling aisle and came to a fence. I thought it was something precious or strange.

Fourth, Suosong village

I was the only fellow traveler in the same car who went to Suosong Village for the night. The driver told others to wait in the business car and sent me to Suosong Village by off-road vehicle.

Along the way, I asked curiously, "Is this the original ecology of Suosong Village? Or has it been commercialized? "

The driver replied: "Suosong Village is basically original ecology, not as commercialized as Zhishuang Village."

He asked again: "I heard that it is the best place to watch Nangarbawa Peak. Is that so? "

A: "Of course! If you don't live in Suosong Village of the Grand Canyon, it's like you've never been here! "

Is it really that important to stay in Song Cun?

With the last experience of staying in a farmhouse inn in Xiang Xue, I brought slippers, bath water, towels, toothbrushes and toothpaste, tea, instant coffee and so on. I have no experience of going to snow. I thought I didn't need to bring my own things like a hotel, but I found nothing after I checked in.

I came to a village inn named Ji Mei in Suosong village. After the driver hurried to help me check in, I drove back to see off Cheng Linzhi's traveling companion.

The inn has a big yard, several cabins are in Tibetan style and a four-story building is in modern style. I was arranged in a standard room on the third floor. When I enter the room, I'll see if there are any appliances first. At first glance, everything.

Looking from the window in the distance, a row of peaks appeared and disappeared in the clouds. Is this the legendary Nanga Bawa Peak? Take a closer look, wow! Is this the Peach Blossom Garden written by Mr. Yuanming?

I remember a photographer said, "Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and Linzhi is as beautiful as a dream. Many people have asked me, where is the most beautiful peach blossom? " To say that Linzhi is the most beautiful peach blossom viewing place, especially for photographers, Suosong Village is the first one, which is simply the ultimate dream of photographers! "

Another donkey friend put it this way: "Suosong Village is located in the depths of the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon, which is the best place to enjoy the panoramic view of Nangarbawa Peak. Especially when spring comes, Suosong Village is like a paradise wrapped in snow-capped mountains and peach blossoms. "

I couldn't help looking for boiling water, so I took a red bull drink from Linzhi, picked up the camera and went downstairs, heading straight for Peach Blossom Garden!

What a big peach blossom garden! At first glance, there are clusters, rows, groups, tall, short, fat, thin, red, pink, white, birds flying in the phoenix, colorful and grotesque. No language can accurately describe this peach blossom tree.

Under the flower-picking tree is a long field, but the highland barley seedlings are nowhere to be found, and the bare dark yellow land and rocky piles add an ancient charm. I walked along the path on the ridge, in front of me were flowers covered with branches, peach trees nearby and snow-capped mountains in the distance. Under those tall flower-picking trees, some photographers are shooting. I passed an old-looking photographer. He is wearing a baseball cap and jacket, and he looks like an outdoor frequent visitor.

I asked, "Old man, how old are you?"

This question was troublesome, and the old man was a little unhappy and said, "What age? I am only fifty-one! "

Boy, is it only 5 1? Why does it look seventy-five? It must be an outdoor trip, with wind and rain, sun and rain, and my face has changed beyond recognition. I quickly said, "Oh, you are so young. No wonder you can pick up such a heavy tripod and learn from you! " "

Hearing that he learned from him, the old gentleman smiled and said, "I want to stay here for some days every year." Although it is cloudy today, the clouds are thick and layered, and I can take some good films. "

It seems that this young gentleman is a persistent photographer, and I feel very ashamed. Waving goodbye to the old man, the old man waved back.

I walked and filmed until I came to a huge carved tree. I picked up my camera and clicked.

It's getting dark and dusk is coming. As the sky is overcast with clouds, the opportunity to see Nange Bawa Peak must have been lost. Let's go back to dinner first. There is a restaurant in the courtyard of the inn. Sitting at the big round table, looking at the menu that Xiao Er handed me. There are even Sichuan dishes, such as shredded green peppers, shredded hot and sour potatoes and vegetable tofu soup. I ordered shredded green pepper and tofu soup with vegetables and a bowl of rice. Although it is not as delicious as the authentic Sichuan restaurant, it can still be swallowed to satisfy hunger.

After dinner, I went into the room and opened the window. I saw a blazing bonfire in the square not far away, Tibetan music was playing, and people were dancing hand in hand in the pot village dance. Is this a bonfire party in Suosong Village?

I hurried downstairs and filmed the party. The bonfire party ended in cheers. I went back to my room, lying in bed, thinking back to the scene just now. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for a long time.

I will go home the next day. At dusk, I got a call from the driver of the return bus, saying that he asked me to go to an inn called Qiao Tsering in the village at 8: 30 in the morning, because the driver had already returned to Linzhi yesterday and wanted to take the driver's car.

The next day, I got up early, hoping to capture the beautiful sunshine of Nangarbawa Peak. I've been waiting on the roof since six o'clock sharp, watching the sky light up little by little. Clouds floated around the peak, occasionally revealing the peak of Nangbawa, but soon hid behind the clouds. Although you can't see the true face of Nanga Bawa Peak, you can see the misty scenery in the morning.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

The snow-capped mountains opposite Nange Bawa Peak are exposed, and the sky over there shows signs of clearing up. Under the rising sun, the clouds are ribbon-shaped, reflecting the snow on the top of the snowy mountain, which looks particularly beautiful. Someone said, "Wait, wait, maybe you can see the peak here."

However, the fog here is getting heavier and heavier, there are more and more clouds here, the sky here becomes gloomy and the peaks disappear.

I looked at this spoony girl. She stood there motionless, her hand still holding her mobile phone, and the photographers next to her had walked away one after another, and she was still insisting. I went downstairs to have breakfast, hoping that she could see the moment when the dark clouds cleared away.

Originally, I imagined that this restaurant might be a small restaurant, but I didn't expect the cafeteria at the entrance of the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon scenic spot to be a large place that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time. The food is much better than expected, such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried pork slices with garlic, shredded potatoes in vinegar, Chinese cabbage, potatoes and beef. This meal doesn't taste of Tibetan food. If it is Tibetan food, it will be difficult for me to swallow it.

Soon after I got back to the bus, the tourists came back and went all the way back to Linzhi. I got off the bus and went to the hotel. They went straight to Lhasa.

The Minshan Hotel in Linzhi is in good condition. Before I came, I had to book the Huarui Hotel because of the short holiday. If compared with Huarui Hotel, one is in the sky and the other is underground, the price is only 100 yuan a night.

I took a hot bath and just came out of the bathroom when the doorbell rang. Hey, who could it be at this time? When I opened the door, I saw a waitress holding a famous brand. She saw a small tea tray with a glass on it, and the water in the glass was still steaming. She said politely, "hello, sir, this is a cup of free milk tea for you."

Looking at this cup of milk tea, my heart is warm ...

Five, measures to wood and day

There is only one day before I return home. I have an appointment to have dinner with the girl in the evening. So how to arrange this day? Baidu, Ctrip and hornet's nest on mobile phones. The place I haven't been to recently is called "Cuomu and Ri".

According to reports, Cuomuri means Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes in Tibetan. Cuomori Lake, also known as Binghu Lake, is located 24 kilometers northwest of Bayi Town, Linzhi City. There are many legends and stories about Guanyin Bodhisattva in Cuomuhe. There are beautiful natural scenery and animal and plant resources here, and it is also the birthplace of myths and legends in Linzhi area. Tibetan Buddhism, primitive witchcraft and middle-earth Taoism have left many legends.

I contacted the taxi driver who took me to Yang Nifeng scenic spot that day, and he waited for me at the hotel gate in a few minutes. The driver is a Sichuan lady. In her forties, she has been driving in Linzhi 18 years. She looks smart and capable. Driving on the road, she told me about the hardships and happiness of Sichuanese moving here. Her eldest child was admitted to Lhasa University for Nationalities, and her youngest son was in high school. After more than ten years' struggle, she bought a house with three bedrooms and one living room in Linzhi, and lived a good life. I asked, "Do you plan to go back to your hometown in Sichuan in the future?"

She said, "I want to go back and buy a house there, but I'm used to it."

When I arrived at the entrance of Cuomu and Ri Scenic Area, I saw more than a dozen buses parked there and hundreds of people lined up. I walked into the gate and didn't see the ticket office, so I had to ask a staff member, "Hello, where can I buy a ticket?"

Fortunately, this Tibetan can speak Chinese. He asked, "Are you alone? What car did you take? "

I replied, "I took a taxi alone."

He said, "Go to that woman and ask her a way."

I walked up to the lady as instructed and asked, "Hello, I want a way."

She said, "You sign here."

I signed a form, and she handed me a small piece of paper and said, "Here, go to that room and copy your ID card, and then get the ticket."

I walked into the room with a small piece of paper. There is a big table in the room, and two staff members are sitting behind it. I stepped forward, took out the note and asked, "Is this where I bought the ticket?"

She took the note and replied, "Let me see your ID card."

I quickly took out my ID card. She took the ID card and looked at it. She said, "Make a copy across the street, then fill out the form and get the ticket."

I went to a Tibetan boy across the street to copy my ID card, carefully filled in the ID number and name on the form, and then went to the big table to get a bigger piece of paper. I asked, "Is this paper a ticket?"

She said, "Take it and go to the person who just gave you the note."

I went out of the house and looked around for the lady just now. I saw her standing in front of a bus talking to the tourists. I went over and gave her a big note. She looked at it and said, "Get in the car. There is only one seat left. "

How lucky! If I am behind this 100 crowd, I don't know how long it will take!

The bus runs on the rugged mountain road. Many bends are above 90 degrees, and the slope is not small. When the bus is on a narrow road, it must stop. However, compared with the nine bends and eighteen bends in Qinling, it is nothing, so I don't feel dangerous. People in the same car nervously shouted in Henan dialect at the sharp turn: "Oh, it's really dangerous!" " I held back my smile.

Sitting in the car, I looked at my watch at nine o'clock sharp, looked at the sky like blue sky and white clouds, and thought, God bless, it seems that the weather is good and I can take pictures!

Photography pays attention to light and shadow, especially taking scenery photos. The weather factor is very important. You know, the same time, the same place, the same scenery, the same camera lens, the same photographer taking pictures, the photos taken by the light and shadow will be very different!

China and Pakistan were spiraling up the mountain when someone suddenly shouted, "It's snowing! It's snowing! " Listen to accent or Henan dialect. This sentence makes my heart tense and broken! It was just blue sky and white clouds. Why did it suddenly change? It's really snowing, and a lot of snowflakes have fallen on the windshield in front of the car.

The driver told everyone: "Nothing strange, it often snows here at high altitude."

I asked, "Did it snow that sunny day?"

The driver said, "It will be sunny under the mountain and it will snow on the mountain."

I'm relieved. It turns out that it will snow on a sunny day. No wonder it is called an "ice lake".

I felt a little cold when I came to the top of the mountain. I saw a scenic spot worker wearing a badge shouting, "Come with me, everyone. At an altitude of 4,200 meters, slow down! " ! But don't be afraid, there is plenty of vegetation and oxygen here. Most people won't have altitude sickness! "

We walked behind him and saw several tourists panting like cows, and two of them squatted down and vomited. Well, it seems that there will still be a reaction above 4 kilometers.

After a long journey, a large lake appeared in front of me, and I was given only one word: quiet.

This ice lake lives up to its reputation, and the water is calm. Just after sunrise, a ray of sunshine shines on the lake, and there are countless golden waterlines, accompanied by surrounding mountains and green water.

There were too many people coming behind, so I went back after filming nervously, and the first one got on the return bus.

Sixth, the conclusion.

At dawn the next morning, I was already in a taxi, ready to go back to Mirin Airport.

In this way, I completed a legendary journey alone in a happy and harmonious atmosphere. For me, this is the most romantic and meaningful spiritual journey!

If Shangri-La in Yunnan is the place where dreams begin, then Linzhi in Tibet is the pure destination of the soul. Pure and quiet Linzhi, Linzhi in fairyland on earth, I will definitely come to see you again!