Tour to Lang County, Tibet

? Lang County is a small county leaning on the Yarlung Zangbo River. It belongs to the Nyingchi Prefecture of Tibet. It has an average altitude of 3,200 meters. It is surrounded by steep mountains, with no vegetation and four or five narrow roads. There are few people on the streets. Although it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was still blue. In this season, it would not get dark until about nine o'clock. At this moment, the setting sun was slanting on the towering mountain peaks, and the clouds and mist shrouded the sky, making it look like a fairyland. Several high-voltage power line towers stand on the top of the mountain, like a few Tibetan old ladies. Their dark cheeks, thin bodies, and deep eyes highlight the perseverance and unchanging faith of the Tibetan compatriots.

? At the foot of the mountain is the turbulent water of the Yarlung Zangbo River rolling eastward. On both sides of the mountain are cliffs or abrupt rocks. On the exposed mountain, there are some sparsely distributed green cypresses, which look like guards guarding the border. You can see them on the road, or horses grazing on the roadside, or yaks walking in the middle of the road. At night, The horses and cows will go home by themselves without supervision. Freedom is perfectly interpreted here.

When I first came to Lang County, I felt a little difficult to breathe and dizzy. I had never felt that oxygen was so important. People are like this. They will always experience the insights of life in a certain situation, and they will feel relieved after experiencing it. We usually fail to cherish time and family affection, and feel indifferent, but we often play out the story of "children want to be filial but relatives don't treat them". There is a lot of estrangement and indifference between people. Under the high-sounding masks, there is vicious fighting and frightening strife, so people remain silent.

At this moment, my chest was very tight, and I realized that I still need to cherish oxygen at this moment. Due to lack of oxygen, I woke up in the middle of the night. My throat felt dry, like the symptoms of a cold, and my chest was a little depressed. My colleagues said that I shouldn't catch a cold here, otherwise it would be very dangerous. After dinner, we walked on the streets of the county town. There were very few vehicles on the dilapidated roads. The layout of the shop is very simple. There is a smiling boss standing at the door. There are a few tables and a TV hanging on the wall in a cramped place. The door of the shop is empty. There are more Sichuan dishes in the restaurants here, but the taste is quite different. Most of the people doing business are Sichuanese, and there are very few shops opened by Tibetans. There are four or five hotels and two lottery shops in the entire county. Except for a few of us, there were almost no tourists in the street market.

?When night comes, the lights in the street market are dim and very quiet. Only the roar of the rushing Brahmaputra River can be heard, as if it is roaring and echoing in the mountains. The liveliest place in the small county town is still there. In a small square at night, a group of Tibetan compatriots gathered in a circle and danced to the cheerful music (Tibetan songs) on the big screen. It was a Tibetan dance. Dancing There are elderly aunts, energetic young people, and naughty and cute children in the crowd. This scene moved me very much, because the inheritance of a national culture is vividly expressed at this moment.

? At night, the temperature here suddenly dropped and strong winds arose. On the way back to our base, we looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, which emitted a bright light and illuminated this mosaic. In a small county town in the mountains. Outside the wall of the small park, there is an old Tibetan woman, holding Buddhist beads in her hands and muttering something. She may be praying for something. Under her withered cheeks, there is an expression of experienced vicissitudes. Maybe we can't understand her. In life, I think you need to have a firm belief to prevent yourself from getting lost.

? Returning to the "Nanwan Villa" inn, there were two little Tibetan girls at the front desk, with dark faces, naturally curly hair, and thin cheeks, but their eyes were full of confidence. When they see us coming back, they will always say with a smile: "It's the 18th round that's back..."

? "It's not the 18th round, it seems to be the 18th round..." Another little girl smiled. said.

"Yes..." I replied weakly, with obvious symptoms of hypoxia.

"Okay! Haha..." The little girl smiled from ear to ear.

I felt that my smile was a little stiff because I didn't dare to laugh loudly for fear of lack of oxygen.

? I walked up the stairs with my heavy luggage, and a burst of hearty laughter came from behind. It was so clear and sweet, without any sadness. I actually envied them. Their life was simple and satisfying. , life should be upright without desires. But people like me are destined to be kidnapped by desire, and then put on mental shackles, like a walking zombie.

? Climbing up to the room on the second floor, I took a few quick breaths and sat quietly by the computer. After writing this text, I felt a little pain in my head, probably due to lack of oxygen. I went to bed early, but was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night. After tossing and turning like this, I can only take a nap when the sky is dark. After waking up, I take a few gulps of oxygen and drink a few sips of water, feeling the tiredness of life's journey...

Early in the morning, I opened the curtains and saw that the mountainside opposite was shrouded in dense clouds and mist. The sky was blue and as clear as a spring in a mountain stream. Birds were chirping in the grove outside the window, and the morning sun was shining on the ground. The scenery was beautiful. ("A Trip to Lang County, Tibet" was written on September 3, 2019 in Nanwan Villa, Lang County, Linzhi Prefecture, Tibet)