What is memorable in Ali, Tibet?

Ali is located in the westernmost part of Xizang Autonomous Region, with an average elevation of 4,500m. Tibet in Tibet? . Three majestic mountains? The Himalayas, Gangdise Mountain and Karakorum Mountain hold Ali region high, forming a desolate and extraordinary polar charm, so Ali naturally has some mysterious power and becomes a place where people and gods live. I am the only one who can stand on my own feet. The perfect holy lake, Mabangyongcuo, mysterious ghost lake Ranagecuo, magnificent Zada soil forest, world-independent Guge site, colorful murals of Dongga and Piyang, a series of names are rolling out of my heart like thunder; Zhongba, Payang, Tuzada and Hollmen, a series of place names with strong plateau flavor exploded between their teeth.

Although Ali's road is always full of smoke and bumps, although taking a hot bath is often a temporary hope to bring people into a paranoid state, although leftover beans and lotus white are the only two standing dishes in the restaurant, and even though they have to go through the huge parking lot in the cold wind when they get up to go to the toilet at night, countless travelers take various means of transportation to this distant land every year. They crossed Qian Shan, but when they can sell and collect new ones, what will they win? I have been to Ali? After that, the admiring eyes may be for the scenic blockbuster that I have been looking for for for a long time, or it may just be in response to my persistent and firm call.

Years later, I still clearly remember the shock that the sacred mountain and lake gave me. After a few days' trekking, on a beautiful moonlight night, I lived in a small village on the edge of Yongcuo. At ten o'clock, I went out with a shelf as usual. Since the plan to take a picture of the moon on Mount Everest failed, I almost want to frame the moon and the mountain peak on the same negative. So far, I haven't figured out why I always do such a thankless thing. Perhaps the moon in Tibet is rounder and brighter than that in other parts of the world, which always attracts my attention strongly.

The shooting location has already been chosen. There is a mani pile on the saddle in the south of the village, with mani stones, yak heads and flying flags. From here, you can see the Holy Mountain and Namunani at the same time. Even at night, Gon Limboqi's famous swastika is still clearly visible in the moonlight. Unfortunately, the top of the mountain is always covered with a cloud of white clouds. I waited for a few minutes and didn't find any signs of movement, so I had to turn my camera around and aim at Namunani. Imagine a picture like this. Close shot is the yak skull reflecting the cold moonlight, and the foreground is the snow peak in Mu Na, which stands proudly. Several bright stars painted wonderful cars on the negative because of long exposure. The moon was taken off for a second exposure and placed in the night sky opposite the gentle western slope of Namunani to balance the picture. I am intoxicated with the desire for perfect works. Set up the machine, lock the door B, and the performance begins.

The night wind seems to be blowing from all directions. Although not violent, but persistent. I hold my down jacket tightly, so that I can climb the mountain to keep out the cold and kill time. Leaving the exposed camera behind, I went to the west for a little deep skiing and gravel. Moonlight is like water I didn't turn it on like a light, but I saw the beautiful headlights under my feet. I can clearly see that the whole world is watching me and that person is slowly following me. I feel that I am gradually merging with nature, as if I touched the steady and powerful pulse of the earth, and as if I heard his breathing at the same frequency as mine. Everything around is sleeping and silent. Occasionally, a few birdsongs came from the direction of the hot spring. It's waterfowl talking in their sleep. When the wind blows, it's the air whispering. Fifteen minutes later, I climbed the Manidui at the top of the mountain, and the wind and horse flags fluttered, and I listened quietly; Not far from the foot of the mountain, the holy lake is sparkling.

Time is leaving me, I am frozen somewhere, somewhere between life and death, where my past and future generations meet me through time and space. I come and go, the wind is moving, and my heart is still. At this time, photography has become powerless, and even the best photos are just reflections of reality, and the mood at that time can never be reproduced.

This night is undoubtedly the one that left the deepest impression on me in the whole trip to Ali. Coupled with the mountain after two days, it constitutes.

Still eternal memory. Words can't fully express my feelings. I'd rather believe that this is my agreement with the holy mountain and the holy lake.

Yes, I am destined to accept their enlightenment.

The next day, I took a beautiful bath in the hot spring by the holy lake, left the Ninth Five-Year Temple and headed for Shenshan. You can see many people full of Tibetans along the way.

Dongfeng truck, all full, they put the car carrying capacity to the extreme, in order to save space, the outermost layer was hidden.

Cells hang their legs outside the carriage. Compared with them, who has the face to call Ali's trip with an SUV? Difficult journey?

Whenever two cars meet, we have to wave to Tibetans? Siedle? They all responded with positive smiles. I am very tall.

Xing can have the same yearning with them, although the degree of piety can't be compared with them at all.

Rinpoche, the holy mountain, is recognized as the world center of Buddhism, Boni, Hinduism and other religions, and turning mountains is a way to express admiration. It is said that a circle around the sacred mountain can wash away the sins of a lifetime, a circle 12 can avoid the six divisions in the wheel of karma in 500 years, and a circle 100 can become a Buddha. One day in a certain month of a certain year, from four o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, I completed the tour around the mountain in sixteen hours. But I always feel that it is more important than climbing mountains and mountains to keep doing good deeds and keep a compassionate heart at all times. It only takes a day or two to cross the mountains, and beliefs and vows must be defended and practiced for a lifetime.

When we set out in the morning, it was still before dawn, so we couldn't find our way at all, so we had to follow the crowd around the mountain. There are some ups and downs in the mountain road. Mountain peaks stand on both sides, and the mountain is steep and rugged. The moonlight casts the shadow of the cloud on the mountain wall like a slide, which is even more ferocious: the moment before dawn is darkest, the moon has set, the sun has not yet risen, and it is dark all around, only the outline of the person in front can be seen, just like a shadow play.

At nine o'clock, it was already dawn, and the route over the mountain was very clear because it was trampled year after year. Above the wind and horse flag fluttering in the wind, there is no cloud to cover the mountain at first glance, and Kong Rinpoche looks very close, as if he could touch the top of the mountain by slightly stretching his neck. On the snowy cliff, the legendary steps leading to heaven are clearly discernible. I began to climb the legendary escape slope. The path between the stones is tortuous, steep and difficult to walk. On both sides of the road, it is covered with snow, and the black spots like ants line up and climb slowly. Sitting on the stone under the slope, I cheered myself up: I can only see a steep slope at the end, and it will be easy to turn it over. I climbed to the top of the slope without rest, but I didn't see the prayer flags and Manidui as I hoped. I rested on the uphill twice, but the tragedy happened again, and the top of the slope was still just a relay. I am used to the tragic fact that the visible end is just the beginning of another uphill. After many disappointments, I finally saw the prayer flags fluttering in the wind. At this time, the mountain peak on the right I saw at the foot of the mountain was even with myself.

Passing Lashankou in Zhuo Ma is another long and boring journey. At first, there are rugged steep slopes, and then there are one river beach after another, all of which are hidden dangers, and we need to concentrate on dealing with dangers from all directions. The mountain road is undulating. Every time I grind my teeth to improve my height, then I feel distressed and helpless to lose my height. This road has become the most painful part of my whole experience of climbing mountains and mountains. Endless mechanical labor made me deeply realize the pain of unlucky Sisyphus in Greek mythology.