Westward-Xining, Qinghai

I came in your most beautiful season, and I hope you will meet the most beautiful me.

Travel is like a story, long, short, cold, hot, yours and mine. Maybe we are fascinated by other people's long speeches, maybe a casual glance has taken root, maybe we are angry, or a promise, so we travel with longing. Going to Qinghai is more about your feelings and my wishes. I prefer to describe it as being hot-headed, rather than saying that several people hit it off. Just chatting and chatting, I went to the travel agency, chatted and chatted, got on the train, chatted and chatted, and went west and north to Qinghai.

Rainbow cloth, blue sky and white clouds left by Qinghai, Zhu Shazhi. What often brings surprises is not the elaborate carving of moonlight, but the scenery of people along the way, which falls silently in my mind. The land is vast and sparsely populated, and more time is spent on the rushing car. Everywhere you can see prayer flags, colorful cloth strips tied into hollow cones, yellow-wealth and power, white-good luck, blue sky, all the best, green-bumper crops, red-prosperity. Once the wind blows, you pray for yourself and your family once. They sprinkled the stars on the green screen of the Milky Way, just like the setting plate of Michelin restaurant, which was casual but essential, and also like the finishing touch, leaving traces of liveliness and hope in the vast sea of grass.

The tour guide is local, which is a satisfactory start. It is also the most heard voice along the way. It is not so-called magnetism, nor mint flavor, but gentle rank and familiar smile. A word, or a word, is enough to remember that black, thin and indifferent Muslim. There are only two seasons in Qinghai, one is winter and the other is probably winter. Mazi Muslim restaurant, yak yogurt, mutton skewers, hand-grabbed mutton, beef offal, fried mutton liver, mutton offal soup, noodles, Dan Jinzan (beautiful and handsome), Mimanda socks (sun and moon), headache powder and belly.

There are many unexpected corners. Milk tea without additives turned out to be a little salty; Someone greets Tashildler, and you have to answer Tashildler's program; For a few days, there must be rice for every meal, and the overall taste of the food is weak. The probability of shredded potatoes and peppers is 90%, that of cabbage and vegetables is 80%, and that of tomatoes and eggs is 60%. Meat is really chewy. You can also plant apricot trees, pear trees and walnut trees …

On the first day in Zhuo'er Mountain, the altitude was really higher than home. I climbed the stairs, out of breath in a trance, and occasionally had a headache. I didn't expect that I would have altitude sickness in my prime. When going up the mountain, the sky was clear and Wan Li had white clouds. When I came down, it was dark and foggy. I suddenly thought of a song by Tik Tok, and suddenly it was stormy ... I went to the collection store at night, and the long-awaited butter milk tea was a bit like milk powder mixed with water, slightly salty. Later, I added some highland barley and sugar, which unexpectedly gave my hometown fried noodles a taste. I put the noodles in the pot and stir them slowly until they turn brown, and add boiling water and seasoning (salt or sugar) to stir. Unknown so's boss took a cup of pilose antler blood wine, only to know that he would drink it. After a stuffy bite, he forgot what he should savor carefully, only remembering to choke his nose. I heard that it seems to be the three best, and several fellow boys were encouraged to have a few drinks, while wearing ordinary clothes and Tibetan clothes with sleeves tied around their waist, raising their glasses together, and the atmosphere was as awe-inspiring as the brave in Taoyuan. In no episode, the store misremembered the reservation of the earth hot pot and served a plate of roast whole sheep that is said to be more than 2,000. Seeing such a complete roast lamb for the first time in my life, I suddenly felt that the kebabs were too petty. Wearing Hada, listening to mandolin, sitting cross-legged, eating meat and walking around the bonfire hand in hand, I am also an entry-level experiencer.

The next day, I went to the highest altitude of 4 120 meters on my journey. I remember that it was cold and windy at that time, and a tour guide specially reminded me, "Don't jump to take pictures, your legs will get soft when you land." Several groups of tour groups barely lined up, standing next to the numbers and taking photos in pairs. On the way back, rape blossoms, small and inconspicuous yellow, have a unique flavor together. There is an endless asphalt road in front, but I occasionally walk into the Peach Blossom Garden. Passing through Laki Mountain, it was foggy and wild. Who would have thought that the grassland here was only forty days, but fortunately it caught up. Flocks of dyed sheep, leisurely yaks, mice poking around from time to time, a piece of pure land, unwilling to disturb. The driver's master specially stopped to take us to the real herdsmen's home, two small yurts, and the sparrow is small and complete. There is a hot stove burning cow dung in it, which is warm. I tasted five yuan of yogurt all night, sour and slightly sweet. You can add sugar, and the unspeakable taste buds will feel higher anyway. There is no network cable here, and I don't know a dollar coin. Just paper money. They are novel, so are we. A few hours later, I finally arrived at Chaka Salt Lake, the holy place for taking pictures. Railroad stands in the middle, and occasionally a small train toots by, which looks like water bus in a cartoon from a distance. The ground is full of salt crystals, pedestrians are covered with all kinds of scarves, and the wind blows over and raises flags, which is dazzling. Let's say red, and red, crimson, pink and purple ... are particularly beautiful and conspicuous in the White Snow Palace. Sleeping near Qinghai Lake at an altitude of more than 3000 meters, it happened that there was no elevator in the hotel. After the big bags climbed to the third floor, their hearts pounded and accelerated. Suddenly, a companion sat on the ground. The mother who adjusted her breathing saw it and squatted down for a while. This is the plateau.

The weather is not very good. When I passed Qinghai Lake yesterday, it was still a sparkling green diamond. It rained lightly today and returned to normal. Less charm, more majesty. Once again on the Yellow River Bridge, the sculpture of the mother's image came into view. Originally, the tour guide wanted to show us a different clear Yellow River, or it was still a mess because the reservoir upstream didn't release water because of the rain. There are many aunts selling apricots on the roadside, which are very sweet and not sour at all. The karst landforms amaze me the most. I have only seen the pictures roughly before, but I have really seen them. I have to admit that being included in textbooks is well deserved. Red is red soil produced by high temperature irradiation, and smoke gray is sandy rock formed by cold and wet action. So the tour guide said that the most important thing in Qinghai is copper, which is grayish green after oxidation. Visit Guide National Geopark, which is famous for its colorful Danxia landform. Under the induction of light, it presents seven colors, such as red, brown, gray, white and purple. Stretching brick red ravines are inlaid with pieces of jade. The white sky is filled with bursts of kitchen smoke, which complement each other and are just right. The knife and axe cut out a series of scratches, but they were strewn at random and looked like peaks on the edge of a ridge. Far and near are different. Looking from afar, it is a colorful landscape gallery.

Even if Xining is remote, it is still as prosperous as a city, with rows of streets and alleys, feasting and everything. Not far away, it is a poor and backward pastoral area, properly polarized. On the last day, I walked into Ta 'er Temple and visited its three wonders. The first mural, made by grinding natural ore into powder and mixing animal bile and blood, is still impressive, although it is not an expert and can't see its originality. Second, the unique embroidery, various patterns and techniques are extremely complicated. The third unique butter sculpture, ten catties of butter sculpture, refines one catty of ghee. The hand temperature of the kneader must be kept at zero degrees Celsius during the production process, which is really not easy and precious. There are many thresholds in the temple, just cross them, which means crossing the obstacles of life. Photographing is not allowed in the temple. Simple sincerity is to take off your hat, put your hands together, respect the sky, your mouth, your heart, your hands flat and your palms up. Most of them are our tourists. A devoted person will spread a mat on the ground, stand up straight, then jump forward, fall to the ground, stir the beads in his hand, repeat, repeat again. Some bless their families, some reflect on their sins, and some pray for the world. Their thoughts are different, but they are the same.

Conquest is the feeling these days. You are noisy, and I am quiet. We expand our territory, but we are still galloping in the wonders of nature, looking at the grasslands all over the sky, looking at the gravel, and willingly surrendering.