It's a good thing that I'm not sure where it all started, but it's a good thing that I've been there.
I don't know where it all started. I don't know where I heard such a name - Zagana, and I don't know what kind of scenery there is. I don't even know, it is in what place, inexplicably, I want to go there to see. So, I sent a message to the owners of the hiking groups, "Call me when you go to Zagana". The first thing I've noticed is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get to the top of the list, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get to the bottom of the list.
The road seems to be long and endless. Rain, intermittent, sometimes sharp, sometimes slow, sometimes manic, sometimes gentle, as if the miracle, drops sprinkled, moisturizing Gannan this beautiful wilderness. The song in the car, later, seems to have no strength to carry on. I am dizzy, confused, a dream woke up, the window is still boundless spreading green, and green field on the pearl onyx like scattered cattle and sheep.
One green dream after another. After about twelve hours of bumping and shaking, the car finally stopped at a bridge over a rushing river. The next car, stretching muscles, look up and look around, green peaks, mountains surrounded by Tibetan villages built according to the mountains, patchwork. Curling smoke will be the village rendered beautiful like a fairyland. Around the village, such as water waves like terraces, barley issued warm golden light. And halfway up the mountainside, a white pagoda standing in the afterglow, the golden top of the Buddha's light shines. That is the legend of the ancient and mysterious "Lapsang Temple" it!
Rasang Monastery is under the village of Dongwa, where we landed. The two-story small attic, looks like a small place but large and small many rooms, the collection of our tired feet from these long-distance travel. I had envisioned countless pastoral homes before coming here, but this was the only one I hadn't imagined. The wooden floors, walls and ceilings are rustic and cozy. Clean and tidy bedding, comfortable and settled our body and beautiful dreams.
If it comes to war, the comrades of the trekking group are estimated to be the most tenacious living force. The village chickens are still asleep, we have already shouldered the handheld touching the dark set off. Spunky and joyful women cackle as if a small stone thrown into a calm lake, the quiet night hit a lot of bright holes. Even out of sight, a river makes its presence known with a rushing roar.
So early to get up, thinking is able to see the beautiful and unique sunrise of Zagana, did not expect the whole morning, the sun does not show. The clouds have been closely following our footsteps, and the hills are hidden from view.
Into the Ten Mile Gallery as if into another gorgeous romantic dream, or is in the heavenly wonderland? As if there is a pair of mysterious hands in the slowly unfolding a beautiful picture. With the slow passage of time, the side of the mountains, sometimes as if the Zen master, immortal style, holding a duster, sitting in the clouds, looking down with a smile at us these far away from the ordinary people; sometimes as delicate and sentimental step like Lingbo Weibu stepped on the clouds and came to the Qianqian Xiao Xian, hidden in the depths of the clouds and mist, revealing only a shimmering flicker of the love of the playful eyes; and sometimes like the figure of the strong and sturdy steep Tibetan man, pulling off the complex soft and soft The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the clouds and mist, revealing a rough chest and tall body.
If the mountains of the Ten Mile Gallery are strange and varied, mysterious and unpredictable, then the water of the Ten Mile Gallery is soft and sentimental, simple and clear. "The mountain is alive with water, and the water is charming with the mountain". A clear river is always accompanied by the mountains, jumping and stirring between the rocks, singing in the jungle. This water gives the mountains with fresh green vitality and vigor, to the mountains dressed in fuzzy green robes. Mountain vegetation is lush, a variety of unknown mountain grasses and trees densely covered the mountain. Higher above the mountain tops exposed gray reflective rocks, tall and straight pine trees are lush and green. And at the foot of the mountain, the dense grass sprinkled with small yellow and blue flowers, like accidentally fell into the mortal world of the little star winking mischievous eyes.
The team was at first concentrated in the slow progress, later, it was scattered into several sections. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say, but I'd like to say that I don't know what to say, and I'd like to say that I don't know what to say. Small stone in the end young, legs and feet, energetic, long ago I do not know where to go. Knowing that his son is very careful about safety, but also do not worry about him. And Jin Hong followed the team leisurely walking, chatting, watching. The heart is incomparably cozy and joyful.
The scene moves with the step, the step follows the scene. It is also real and unreal, like a dream or not a dream. Every second between the clouds and mist is changing different scenery. The green mountain range suddenly presents a ghost of the wonders of God's work, and suddenly seems to be a mysterious and precipitous dragon. An uncle walked and marveled: this is too beautiful, too beautiful, come here what else to go to Yunnan. Indeed, here, each of us seems to have transcendental oblivion, completely forgotten that the world is full of competition and pressure, trivial and troublesome, as if we have become immortal, as if we no longer need to work overtime day and night, in order to a little bit of small gains to fight the face of the red face.
The Ten Mile Gallery holds the great beauty of quiet and transcendent, and we will be empty of their own body and mind, in the green mountains and green water between the laughing and singing.
Halfway through, I came across a cow herder, Drolma, carrying a bucket of milk to be milked. The first time I saw the herdsmen's lives up close, everything felt so fresh and interesting. Those cowherd children's eyes are so clear, as if a sweet spring water, milking Drolma seems to be a beautiful Gesang flower. The black yak looks huge and powerful, but the character is very gentle, gently close to them, with a hand to touch their sturdy fur, they are very docile obediently stand.
The crowd has gone away, and we seem to be the only ones left in the quiet valley. The appearance of five-color streamers and Mani pile more added to the mystery of the valley and the holy Mu. And the boulder on the powerful "brother two cloth" "brother three cloth" of the red characters, attracted us for a while of reverie and ask questions.
At noon, the clouds that followed us all the way gradually receded. The sun finally revealed his charming smile, the blue sky seems to be scrubbed by the clouds as clean and bright, without a trace of impurities in the blue intoxicated obsession. And the mountain peaks also revealed his "Lushan true colors". Wall rock, obvious traces of geological structure, a variety of faults, backslope and other profiles are very clear. Gray rock body, in the sun's irradiation, a soft luster. There is also a mountain, the entire mountain is composed of volcanic rock, the mountain is clean and shiny, such as mirrors, known as "Mirror Mountain".
An eagle circled between Mirror Mountain and the blue sky and white clouds. The south face of the tiger's head peaks, both ears in the wind, proudly looking at the sky, smoke and clouds change, standing tall, they dare to compare with the sky than high and low, and the east of the Lazikou group of peaks echoing each other, there is a peak alone show is not a show, thousands of mountains than the high enough for the high of the momentum.
At one o'clock, our tired feet finally arrived at Zagana Stone Forest. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing you need to do is to get a good look at the oldest and most important thing you need to do. On the peaks, jagged rocks rise up, some like a Buddha, some like stone pillars, a few together, and like a stalagmite exposed, people are dazzled, thinking about it.
To the rest of the place, a butt sitting on the soft grass, the bones of the body seems to be scattered down. Looking at the four-year-old boy still jumping around and twisting waist dancing in the sixty-year-old uncle aunt, the heart both envy and wonder, why are we in the peak of life so depressed, but they are full of young people's vitality?
Thinking of going to the mesmerizing "Fairy Lake", after a simple supply and rest, we headed back to the road.
The same scene, different moments actually showed a different landscape. Returning to the Ten Mile Gallery is fresh and bright, is pure and elegant, like a cleaned up lead, faded beautiful jewelry, revealing a fresh and lovely smile nest girl. It is also like in the lover's side to remove the deep camouflage, revealing the deep love of the guy.
The road back always seems to be faster than the time. At 3:40, we finally got out of the dreamy Ten Mile Gallery. Standing on the hillside looking far away, surrounded by mountains on all sides of the patchwork of Tibetan villages, just like God's Eden left on earth. Peaceful and quiet, mysterious and indifferent. Lapsang Monastery and barley in the sunshine emits a golden warm light. It is as if the sunlight contains the boundless Buddha's teachings, and the people are plagued by the suffering of the masses.
Even though my legs were heavy, my mind was as fresh and clear as if I had been cleansed.
Any trekking or hiking is a baptism and practice for the body and soul. In the journey, people will become as simple and simple as nature, open and bright, strong and free. So, dear ones, love traveling! Give your worldly body and mind to the mountains and rivers, to the sunshine and wind and rain, to the endless road, and you will become more and more beautiful. ......