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On August 30, 2020, I started the maiden voyage of China Southern Airlines Happiness Flight, and went to Lhasa via Chongqing, and completed my dream of a snowy plateau in the Millennium. That casual accident made me ignore my previous concerns about the rebellion.

The afternoon before I entered Tibet, I stayed in Chongqing, left the hotel to eat, and was forced back to my room by the high temperature of 39 degrees. I sat in front of the French window and looked out quietly, waiting for the sun to go out again.

At dusk, the streets of Chongqing are still sultry, and the air is filled with the smell of spicy hot pot. There are some private cars parked orderly around the empty square of the commercial street, all with trunks open, displaying their own items for sale. Some car owners put their own goods on the hood, and the shape is very beautiful. It seems that they have really entered an era of stalls for all.

I found a restaurant near my home to solve my appetite, and the air conditioned in the store was a little hot.

This is a city that relies on air conditioning to continue its life. After eating, it quickly hid back to its residence. The next day, it will fly to Lhasa, a mountain city with an altitude of more than 3000 meters. You must have a good sleep. You don't have to leave too early on the noon flight. You dragged your suitcase to Jiangbei by subway. When the plane landed smoothly at Gongga airport and walked out of the cabin, it was so cool that all the muscles were contracting. Living a quarter of an hour's walk from Potala Palace, I packed my bags and headed for the target.

The sky is blue, the cotton wool clouds are surging, the Lu Kang Shenhu Lake in Zongjiao is surrounded by green trees, and colorful cruise ships and ducks swimming in the water set each other off in the lake.

The first time I saw the beautiful Potala Palace on the water, I was shocked by its beauty. I couldn't help walking a little fast, which caused a slight resistance. Some people feel dizzy, as if their souls were about to flee. They found a stone bench and sat down to rest, adding water and chocolate. Now, from time to time, there are groups of red cassock lamas, pious ladies turn their prayer wheels, and pilgrims bow down all the way. There is no distractions and no anxiety, which is natural and peaceful. Perhaps this is the mystery of all beings and this land. The trip for the next three days is tense and challenging.

The Tibetan grandmother I met on the road of Xigaze Temple told me to sit on the stone steps and chat without any bad feelings. Her face was filled with a sincere smile and her eyes sparkled.

On the way to Namco, the tall, dark-skinned Tibetan driver drove his car, singing and chanting scriptures all the way. The tourists were all very excited when they passed the online celebrity in Genla, 5 190 meters away. Presumably, they are brave people like me, with obsession in their hearts.

Namco, which means "Tianhu", is surrounded by the majestic Nyainqentanglha Mountain in the south. The lake is cold and clear, seagulls swim on it, and beautifully dressed yaks lie on it or stand by. Their owners sell beads and bracelets to tourists, but more hope that tourists can ride yaks to take pictures on the lake.

It is extremely difficult to walk at high altitude, there is almost no vegetation cover, the air is thin, and oxygen is needed. On the third day, on the way to Yongcuo, Yang Zhuo, I met a Tesla with Guangdong B license plate in Yajiang Valley at an altitude of 4,280 meters.

Against the background of great changes in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the beauty of Yanghu Lake (Yang Zhuo Yongcuo) is breathtaking. In the words of a woman in the same car, there really is a place to cry in the world.

There are green carpet-like vegetation on the hillside around Yanghu Lake, which has passed the season of rape blossoms and is not decorated with bright yellow. The lake is a little feather of Kong Quelan against the blue sky and white clouds, which is both eye-catching and eye-catching.

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From Lhasa, the journey on the road officially began.

After the rain collapsed, an epic hiking route in China was praised by donkey friends as "a paradise for hikers" and "a paradise under sacred mountains and waters". At six o'clock in the morning, we set out from Deqin County, Diqing County, carrying luggage and supplies for three days. On the 34-kilometer mountain road, the sky is raining in Mao Mao, and the feet are covered with mud and gravel. At noon, we arrived at Shangyubeng Village before 1.

This is just the beginning, and the road to the ice lake in the rain the next day will be more difficult and arduous.

Always believe that the most beautiful scenery is on the road.

The Kashgar epidemic was trapped in Urumqi, and it was a wonderful experience to learn more about Xinjiang.

He walked past Shangri-La, which he often mentioned, holding his father's commemorative medal for the liberation of Northwest China.

Boating in Lugu Lake, bonfire party, night talk with toast family around the stove, and get to know Mosuo and Kangba people at close range.

Three times in Yunnan, only for the unique scenery south of the colorful clouds and the simple folk customs.

I prefer exotic buildings in Banna, where the color saturation is so beautiful. When I raise my hand, it is beautiful. The fantasy of Ye Zhuang, the sunset of Lancang River and dazzling tropical fruits all show the little happiness of life.

Worship at Wutai Mountain, praying at Lingyin Temple, pilgrimage to the Forbidden City, mourning at Yuanmingyuan, and lingering in museums.

Folk music, Beijing opera, drama and New Year's concert suddenly feel that art is actually close to us, close enough to touch.

Life is a one-way trip. We don't know who gets on and off the bus halfway, and we don't know who will accompany us all the way to our destination.

Wan Li Road washes away the dust in your heart.

Meet more beautiful scenery and better yourself on the road.

Although the happy flight of China Southern Airlines in the second quarter was hit by the sudden Delta epidemic, the ticket was returned and returned, leaving a loneliness.

Goose, I still want to be my good citizen.