Dongguan Xiu Xiu Square Dance I want to go back to Lhasa.

It was May 5, 20 12, eight years ago today. At the age of 30, I started my first trip.

At that time, "Walking" had not spread on the Internet. Similarly, there would not be "the world is so big, I want to see it", but working at my desk for a long time made me exhausted, and a restless heart could not contain the free blood, which made me want to move.

I called my boss and said I would ask for leave to ride in Tibet. My boss said, ok! How long has it been? I said a month (but it wasn't), and then the second call was made to my mother at home. My mother said, be careful!

So, I told my friend, Daguang, the owner of the car shop who just started a business at that time. He helped me a lot. We studied for two days. He used the parts of my mountain bike to help me reassemble my bike and put it into Tibet reasonably. At the same time, he gave me a frame during the difficult period of starting a business, so that I could travel with his dream! Thanks, brother! Always remember!

I can't wait any longer May 5th, I remember it was a very comfortable and sunny morning. I packed my bags and said goodbye to my parents. I took a photo with my bike before I came to the garage and sent it to Daguang. At the same time, write "Daguang, I am leaving, I wish you good luck in your life and prosperous business!" Use a marker on the garage window.

Then, I set foot on my bike, facing the sleepy morning sun, and embarked on a journey of riding Lhasa from Beijing without hesitation!

At 8 o'clock, I received a text message from Daguang: Brother! I'm proud of you. Pay attention to safety and have a safe trip!

I especially remember passing Chang 'an Avenue when I received the news. I looked up and saw the wide streets in a hurry, and I was no longer one of them. I couldn't say how sorry I was. The moment I looked at Tiananmen Square, I silently said, See you in two months! Let's go!

I took photos along the way with an old Lenovo mobile phone. It doesn't have high-definition picture quality and cool light and shadow, but it's enough!

Why Chengdu? Because that is the starting point of Sichuan-Tibet line 3 18, two days before departure, when I inquired about the road conditions of 3 18 on the Internet, QQ group was lucky to find the motorcade riding Tibet from Chengdu on May 20th. Technically, I found division. I'm not a lone ranger. I prefer the life where everyone laughs and laughs together. Therefore, I got to know "Old Money" and "Old Money".

This means that I will cross Hebei, Henan and Shaanxi in half a month, reach Chengdu, Sichuan, and drive more than 2,300 kilometers along the national highway. Well, anyway, I died after the first step.

When we set out, the card and cash were less than 20 thousand. My parents and friends repeatedly told me if the money was not enough.

But people should have self-knowledge, do as many things as they have the energy to do, and understand what they want, so some savings must be tolerated.

Yes, finding the post office is a pleasure for me. When I set out, I asked my mother for a cloth bag, cut it into a square, and I drew a route on it. Then every time I see the post office open, I will go in and stamp the corresponding position. In some places, I was asked to buy a stamp before I could stamp it. This is the rule. Actually, I drew two, and one of them is hanging on the wall of the garage now.

But this time I didn't come in because of the stamps! this is because ...

Just out of Gaobeidian and riding on the road, I felt someone shouting behind me. Looking back, I caught up with a little brother, which is the following one. Coincidentally, he is also going to Tibet. There is a military shovel in the back of his car. I asked him what he was doing. He said that if you meet bad people in Tibet, you can use it as a weapon for self-defense. I smiled and said, dude, forget it. In the plateau area, oxygen is thin, where can I swing a spade? He nodded, too, and then sent it home. ...

When we entered the boundary of Shijiazhuang, it was already a team of three people.

Cyclists in Lu Yu ride in the opposite direction. The luggage on the luggage rack at the back is piled high with only one arm. He saw us, panting, and even said, great, I will be practical when I see you. He comes from Hunan, rides in The Journey to the West, and the northerners are taller. Without an arm, he feels insecure. I said, don't worry, northerners are straightforward and not as rude as you think. Because of our respective trips, at this moment of intersection, I kept the opposite memory with a photo.

One night, because of the time, I said goodbye to them and walked alone. See you in Lhasa!

That is, the day I left them, I rode 150 kilometers, and I had to get to Handan to stay. Riding too hard these days, the car needs maintenance. When there are more than 40 kilometers away from Handan, it will be dark soon. I knew I would be late in Handan, so I contacted a Merida car shop in Handan with poor 2G signal and told me my situation. The other party promised to wait for me, no matter how late!

It's nearly 10 in the evening. This is a newly opened car shop, and the boss and proprietress are waiting for me in the shop.

At that time, Tibet was not as common as it is now, and it was still very new to people in small cities. The boss was very excited to know that I was going to Lhasa by bike. He said that every cyclist has a dream of cycling around the world, and so does he. Raising a family slowed him down.

The boss asked me to have dinner and helped me find a hotel nearby to stay. The next day, I went to the shop and gave me a brand-new car. Brother, there is no charge for maintenance! Be sure to refuel! ! ! You must call me when you come to Handan again! ! !

Touched! Thank you honest boss!

I left Handan, went west, entered the border of Henan Province, stayed in tangyin county for a while, and got lost in a village, just in time for the fair. It's easier to get in than to get out.

The next day, I set out for Zhengzhou from Tangyin. I have some questions about accommodation. Xinxiang is 85 kilometers, which is a little near, Zhengzhou 160 kilometers. Forever, free. Sure enough, I arrived in Xinxiang at 4: 30 in the afternoon and went on my way without hesitation, but I was too confident in myself.

I have been riding until 9 o'clock in the evening, and I am still on the expressway 40 kilometers away from Zhengzhou. The dust of the truck and the harsh singing are telling me that this cyclist, who should not have appeared at this time, is demonstrating and protesting. After persisting for 5 kilometers, I stopped at a national highway service area on the side of the road. Knowing that there was no room, I sat at the door with a bowl of instant noodles soaked for a long time. Looking at the carts coming in and out of the gas station, I want to see if I can get a ride to Zhengzhou.

After being rejected several times, a kind-hearted man tried his best to make room for me to put his bike. Zhang Dage, a Zhoukoudian, can see his simple side from his face, and he doesn't like to talk, but every word and every action makes people feel indescribable.

He called my sister-in-law to the back seat, put me in the passenger seat, and said you were tired, so take a nap. After entering Zhengzhou, I sent it directly to your place of residence. I fell asleep when I was tired. When passing the Yellow River Bridge, Brother Zhang asked me to see it. It was dark and I missed my first meeting with the Yellow River.

I still keep in touch with Zhang Dage, and I will send a blessing language every holiday. For Zhang Dage, I have been silently saying in my heart: Good man, life is safe!

In the evening 12, I took a shower and put on clean casual clothes, feeling very relaxed. I went downstairs to eat supper, a bowl of wonton, a few kebabs and a bottle of beer, which eliminated the fatigue of the day.

I slept soundly this night, and it's already 9 o'clock to start again. The goal is Luoyang! I flew all the way, but I was caught in a rainstorm 20 kilometers away from Luoyang. This is a newly-built expressway into Luoyang, which is not marked on the map. There are few vehicles and pedestrians on the road, let alone any shelter from the rain. 1 hour heavy rain, the wheels run over the road and the water is deep, splashing!

After crossing the Luohe Bridge, the rain stopped, the street lamp shone on the wet ground, and the figure was alone. I saw a cyclist in front catching up and chatting. His family lives in the center of Luoyang and just got off work. Because of the rain, he has left now. After entering the city, he took me around to the door of a youth hostel and left quietly. I didn't even ask his name. He is such an ordinary person, with Zhang Shanliang's face.

I stayed at the Youth Travel Agency. Because my whole body and backpack were soaked, I turned out all my luggage to dry, and took apart my bike to wash and dry.

At the same time, I made a decision to take a day off in Luoyang!

On this day, I slept until noon. Because I was worried that the vehicle bearings would get water, I went out to find an auto shop to maintain the vehicle. At night, I learned that they were going to organize a night ride and went together. It was particularly comfortable to ride without a heavy backpack that night! Back to the hotel, the shopkeeper invited me to a Huimian Noodles in Henan. He said, brother, this emblem is the most authentic place. Don't forget this bowl of noodles when you leave Luoyang!

The next day, the vehicle started its journey with a new look. I don't quite understand whether I am the legendary rain god who came to earth. As long as I clean my bike, there will always be a rain that is destined to make me useless the next day.

Today, when I arrived in Sanmenxia, I can only describe the road that day as too bad. I could bear the rain alone, but the cinders along the way smashed me to pieces, and the small hotel where I stayed for 20 yuan was a bit horrible.

Passing Lingbao, I climbed a steep slope and made a roadside stall on the top. My elder sister made a cold noodle and complained to her that the car had no fender and the rain cover could not stop the rain at all. My sister ran into the room silently, took out red silk and sewed a rain cover for me.

Later, I used it to go to Lhasa. It was my patron saint until I returned to Beijing.

Out of Henan, cross the Yellow River to Huayin County (Huashan) in Shaanxi.

The road was in full swing and it never rained again. Is it because I didn't wash the car?

I met my little brother back to Xi 'an in a small shop on Weinan Road. He sheltered me from the wind and entered Xi 'an 30 kilometers ago. Xiao Yuan broke up with me on an overpass. He has a strong Shaanxi dialect, saying that he must eat well in xi 'an. The food here is very good!

When I first arrived in Xi 'an, I chose the mixed noodles of Huimin snack street and the special ice peak soda. Of course, now I won't go to the snack street as a foreign tourist in their eyes.

Xi' an, actually, I came here once. It was a business trip a few years ago. I stayed in Xi 'an for a few days and rode a car on the city wall. This is my only impression.

Look at the calendar on my mobile phone. There are still a few days before May 20th, but the Qinling Mountains behind Xi 'an no longer allow me to walk at this speed. On a day off in Xi 'an, I found a bus to Chengdu the next morning at the bus station and decided to take a ride to Guangyuan to speed up the progress.

However, the lovely driver dragged me to Mianyang. He said, little brother, I don't charge you. You can talk to my brother more. Hey, big brother, you are so warm-hearted!

Mianyang is only a day's drive from Chengdu, so I slowed down and was caught up by two older brothers. What a coincidence! We are the same brand of frames! At lunch, they said that the Qinling Mountains had been turned over for four days, and it was too steep to climb.

May 17, yes, that's the day. Through the thick smog in Deyang, I came to Chengdu, where I met my Sichuan and Tibetan brothers: Jiulongding Inn.

It takes 13 days to ride 1600 km. I explained to myself that I made zippers for Tibet.

During my two days in Chengdu, my team members and I got to know each other quickly. We eat hot pot together, drink tea in Jinli together, go to Chunxi Road to see beautiful women together, and draw our freedom on the wall of the inn together!

If you give me another choice, I will definitely cross the Qinling Mountains, a mountain that stretches for hundreds of kilometers, and it is still my riding dream until now!

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