I know that I will step on the train to Lhasa one day, but I didn't expect that this day will come so suddenly, simple and spontaneous.
Without any preparation, I suddenly reversed my decision when I entered the payment code for my Hangzhou - Hohhot ticket and bought the Hangzhou - Lhasa train.
I was in a hurry to buy a hard seat ticket, and when I arrived at the Shanghai station, I informed a few of my close friends.
They kept calling me, taking screenshots of the train ticket information.
They kept calling me, taking screenshots of the train ticket information. I knew they wanted to persuade me to look again, because the train hard seat conditions were really bad.
I repeatedly reassured them that it was okay, that I'd been through worse than this and stayed in worse conditions, and that I wasn't afraid to suffer.
The journey took a copy of "Kuranjazo", my friend asked me that this book is good?
I said, read some, a little difficult to understand, but also a little tasteless.
She said, then still carry it?
I said, with, to protect a safe.
The book was sent to me before the departure of my friend, the inside of the cover, my friend wrote: light without the wind automatically, years old on the way. The book was sent to me by a friend before he left the city.
I always say that the train to see the earth, long-distance hard seat is simply human suffering. The night eight o'clock Shanghai departure, two o'clock in the morning, the carriage in addition to get up and walk a few people, most people are tired in the narrow position of the body twisted into a strange shape to sleep.
I looked out the window at the occasional streetlight, and watched the time slowly and quickly pass by alone.
Whenever I have enough time to linger alone, I recall many memory scenes that I deliberately avoided. For example, at three o'clock on a winter's night, when I changed into my formal clothes and ate KFC, I remembered the hidden garden in the old forest of Tiger's Run, and I remembered the Dali National Highway, where I could almost catch the stars.
jojo said, what can happen in three or four years?
It can be so much that you can't expect it, or it can be so uneventful that it doesn't have some ripples.
Love, break up, leave the land of birth, study, and separated from their loved ones?
Separation, job-hopping, marriage, children, saving money to buy a house, the death of the elders at home?
I wrote some memories or dreams in my pen, and then crossed out some of them. Some of them don't really remember, and some of them are hard to talk about.
At that time, the headphones were playing Yang Zongwei's "Memory Desert" when he was just starting out. This song creates a mood like a person in the midday sun, standing in the desert. The only thing in sight are the clouds in the sky and the desert in front of you, and the loneliness is suffocating.
It's clearly about the desert, but it's like hanging in the air, by the sea, is there really an oasis in front of you? But it is a mirage in the memories. Just like these years, encountered these people and things, feelings left behind memories like the desert cactus with thorns, perseverance and loneliness, after a heavy rain, the cactus will also blossom, while stabbing people, while stunning.
I turned my head in the dark night and looked at the hero's dream in the tired life in front of me.
I said, I want to cry, and the tears fell.
There is always no way to settle down to sleep in a very unsettled environment. My friend stayed with me and chatted with me until four o'clock, and then fell soundly asleep on the table.
At 5:09, the carriage stirred, and when I opened my eyes, the sky was cloudy.
The arrival station, Zhengzhou.
Friends do not say, spirited to accompany me to talk all night.
I understand that they are always still worried about the heart, only with the action of silent accompaniment.
Many people I have met over the years are so rare and precious.
The people in the carriage woke up one after another and began to play with their cell phones upside down.
I opened Li Zhi's "memories of Zhengzhou", passing through Zhengzhou. The pen, about Zhengzhou had written a you in the red building, I am in the western tour of the story.
An Liman said, the sea of people, there will always be people get off and get on. Congratulations on surviving the first night of your trip to Lhasa.
I said yes, this time, it is mine, my journey to the West.
In the old days, airplanes departed, landed, and went straight to their destinations.
Nowadays, taking the train to Lhasa, from Shanghai all the way through Jiangsu, Anhui, Henan, Shaanxi, Qinghai, Golmud, Naqu, until arriving in Lhasa, I realized that China is so big, the outside world is so boundless.
I drifted from the south, all the way to the northwest, from the light and strange people to the rare place where there is no grass.
I sent location shares to local friends as I passed many stops.
As I sent out those locations, I realized that over the years, life has taken some people away and filled in so many more back.
I got a lot of responses:
"So impressed with your 50 hours."
"I thought for sure the girls were going to fill the sleepers. I just went and looked and sleeper tickets are really tight. If you can make up a sleeper halfway through the trip, even if you make up a berth, so that you can at least lie down for a while. I can admire you in my heart, a girl just embarked on the journey."
"Leave the past hurt in the Da Zhao Temple, Sheep Lake or Namucuo, everything can not come back."
"Train 50 hours, think about it is incredible ah. You are indeed extraordinary, really let me admire."
"Remember to send me a location for every station."
I looked out of the window and gratefully shed tears, I never thought of myself as a great person, I only hope to rely on themselves to get a clean and uncompromising life, and I hope to be a kind, strong, and respectable person.
And in the self-exile, it turns out that what sustained me has always been love, and I realized that life is so rich to me.
As we passed through the Loess Plateau, moncler outlet online we talked about the handful of black potatoes in the fields, the water cellars at the foot of the mountains, and how providence will determine the lives of the people here this year.
I listened to him with my head held high.
Finally he said, "Forgive life for being mostly hopeless."
I nodded in understanding.
When we arrived in Lanzhou, this Lanzhou father and son and us, parted ways, each said cherish.
Xining to change the car, the car.
Started on the Tibetan plateau.
In the face of unfamiliar journey to help always in addition to "thank you" do not know how to express better gratitude.
On the opposite side came a group of Yi people, they communicate in a language completely foreign to us, and occasionally use broken Mandarin and we say hello.
I smiled at them, and they smiled back.
At that moment I felt that smiling is really the best way to communicate in this world. We all smiled, and half of our guard was down.
Halfway through the trip, I was less upset than I was on the first day, and people were coming and going in the car, and communicating with each other more and more.
In the past, I always hated the noise and clamor, but at this moment, the whole person is safe.
In the car, there are all kinds of languages, and people from all over the world are getting together to live their lives, so it seems to be a real life.
I wore headphones, I was in a daze, listening to songs, reading books. This kind of night is too rare and special, I may not be able to stay in the same small space with so many people from different regions in my life, I am suddenly grateful for life to bring me such a strong and timely experience of life.
In fifty hours, I said hello to some people, smiled at some people, and waved goodbye to some people.
The most common thing in life is to love farewell.
But the road is a surprise, but also inevitable shock.
But when a strange man in the crowded suddenly to my butt a shot, and a strange man in my sleep when the hand to the chest a put, I do not know the original I can be so calm and courageous to find the stewardess. Despite the fact that I hid in the aisle in fear and called my friends in tears afterward, I still believe that the right thing to do immediately afterward is the perfection that life has brought to my mind and growth.
In fact, I've grown up long enough to face the storms of life on my own.
The second night, 3000 meters above sea level, my bread, cookies, beef, and everything vacuum-packed expansion, I also began to high.
The stewardess came three times to care, and at the upcoming station in Golmud let me make a decision: get off or move on.
She told me for a few minutes about the risks of high altitude sickness and the lack of medical equipment on board, as well as the fact that after Golmud I started to go up to 4,000 above sea level and couldn't stay.
I blanched in the train aisle to make a difficult decision.
My friend persuaded me to get off, "Lhasa is the closest to the sky, but not bigger than the sky."
Hesitating for a few minutes, I said, think slowly, make a decision quickly.
The decision to move on.
The path of pilgrimage is not simple, and what is easy to reach is never called a distant place.
So I signed and wrote a life and death contract.
This "humanitarian" care so that I have no choice but to sign the certificate of life and death, walking back to the location of mixed feelings, but more determined to Lhasa.
The pain of the night, when I opened my eyes in the morning, the sun rose on the left side of the wilderness, and a few scattered wild goats were foraging for food.
Turning his head to the right, out the window, large, snow-covered mountains and a moon with a downward spiral.
Anriman told me to wake up and go back to sleep, and the second night came without incident.
Ten o'clock in the morning of the last day became the key, we were going to ascend to 5,000 meters above sea level.
The stewardess reminded us that when we were about to go up to the Tanggula Pass, there was a blizzard outside the window.
The opposite side of the Sichuan man who flirted with me all the way suddenly looked away from the snowy mountains and said, hey, I miss home.
We quietly stared at the distant snow scene, I said, your parents?
He said, the family of eight brothers and sisters and mother.
I said that is quite happy ah.
He said, no money.
I said, there are people who have hope.
He didn't say another word.
Just like the sentence to console others, "there is hope", these years always support my tough and lonely life.
A lot of people say why do you always have to run so far, a girl how dangerous it?
I believe that eventually will come back to the status quo, but the texture of life always must have been different.
Not enough spontaneity, this is life.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Not enough flat, but this is life.
After the Tanggula Pass, the train radio played 520 column program, the song is "crazy for love".
I said this year's 520 is also very meaningful, we are in Lhasa, you see five thousand altitude we also survive.
Caught up with a signal, received a message from a friend, "where is it, can still hold on? 50 hours hard seat, you can and pilgrimage faith comparable."
An Liman said, "After Tanggushan you do not have to cross the bumps in the road again, the Buddha of the Da Zhao Temple is also waiting for you to cross the edge."
Yes, Lhasa, peace.