Yang Maiyong's Pursuit Yang Maiyong

The fog in the morning gradually dispersed, and the sky seemed to have the desire to clear up.

The budo master arrived at the camp at eight o'clock on time. It was agreed yesterday that he would lead the way today and we would go to the depths of the cattle farm together. Before the tourists at the foot of the mountain came up, we bid farewell to three friends in the camp so as to see a truly peaceful Luo Rong cattle farm, and we immediately set off. Master Wudao felt that there was no need to ride a mule today, so his mule was still wandering freely on the grassland.

Not far to the south, there is a stream flowing down from the eastern hillside and passing through the middle of the grassland. Master budo said that it was the snow water flowing down from the snow-capped mountain of Shenodoji. I remember on the way to Daocheng, Master Ma Min Zhi Lin once told me that if you want to see the three sacred mountains in the process of turning mountains, you must abide by their Tibetan rules and never wash your face on the day of turning mountains. In addition, he specially reminded Miss Alou that it is best for ladies not to use the water flowing down from the snow-capped mountains when they come to Aden, otherwise they will get itchy herpes, and the purulent running water will leave a terrible scar on their skin. Yesterday morning, we didn't wash our faces after getting up at Uncle Awang's house. Their house really didn't have the conditions to wash our faces. Later, the rain all the way made us keep washing our faces. I got up early today, visited the cattle farm, visited the snow-capped mountains and forgot to wash my face. This clear stream in front of me is really pleasing, so I ignored the advice of Master Ma Min Zhilin, squatted down to the edge of the stream in despair, scooped up water and rushed to my face. . . This stream is freezing cold, just like ice water on nine sweaty days. I just caught a few, and I'm freezing. I remember yesterday I asked Xiaowen how to keep the meat fresh in the camp because there was no electricity on the mountain and the refrigerator could not be used. He told me that as long as the meat is soaked in fresh streams every day, it will not go bad, and it can also remove the fishy smell of the meat.

Sure enough, as Atao Arau said, across the small wooden bridge on the stream, the grassland in front of us became a world of flowers, and pieces of small yellow flowers were covered with green lawns. But this grassland is beautiful, but it can't walk. Looking around, except for flowers and grass, it is a watery swamp. So Master Wudao began to take me to the mountain road next to the cattle farm and shuttle through the jungle. From time to time, a large tidy lawn appears in the jungle, which is always occupied by several black yaks in front of us.

Finally found the largest lawn in the forest ahead, occupying several acres of hillside. Obviously, this place has not been occupied by early yaks, which is obviously the best angle to watch Yang Maiyong. Thick clouds in the sky are moving fast. I guess I can't see the best effect even if I go up the mountain to find the milk sea and the colorful sea. I'm just lying here enjoying the beautiful dam and the quiet pine forest, waiting for the appearance of Yang Maiyong beside me. So I took out my raincoat and spread it on the wet lawn, lying in front of Yang Maiyong. . .

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a large promotional picture of Daocheng tourism in the mezzanine of the camera bag, which I got for free during my stay in Daocheng. This is a photo of Zhang Qiu Tianluorong Cattle Farm, and the angle seems to be taken from where I am now. So I got up and pulled out the poster. The budo master next to him saw something beautiful here and immediately leaned in. He couldn't help but grab the poster before I looked at it carefully. While feeling that the picture was beautiful, he stood up and looked around for a long time at the shooting angle in the picture. He said to me decisively, "This should have been taken on a big stone covered with pine trees in front. I'll go and have a look. " Before I could express my opinion, he had run out.

Although I'm afraid to chase other people's shots, since the martial artist is so enthusiastic, I have to go with him, so I continue to lie down and enjoy the rare freedom and comfort. . . I gradually entered the ethereal realm with my eyes closed, and suddenly I heard a strange sound in the Woods behind me. Out of instinctive vigilance, I immediately got up and looked back: a black behemoth was watching me warily with wide eyes. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be a big yak! I deliberately stare big eyes and glared at it. . . The two sides silently confronted each other for more than ten seconds. Finally, it ignored me first, and walked into the dam that I "preempted" first, enjoying the rich pasture defiantly. That's not all. Four or five big yaks have come out in the Woods. Obviously, at this time, I have become a redundant "person" in this dam!

The budo master has climbed to the boulder in front of him, gestured on it for a long time, and then shouted at me, "It's not here, it should be on a stone over there." Then I turned around and ran to the boulder in front, so I had to pack up and catch up. Before leaving, I "maliciously" scolded those yaks: "I can't afford to be provoked, I can afford to hide!"

With the careful help of Master Budo, I finally found the best angle overlooking the velvet cattle farm under the Yong Xuefeng Mountain. Standing on that boulder, I feel relaxed and happy, and I have a panoramic view of the beautiful velvet cattle farm: grasslands, streams, pine forests, bazi, mountains and rivers and the sky form a beautiful and harmonious picture of nature. In the face of such a spectacular masterpiece of nature, I can only thank God!

Unconsciously, the immortal Xuefeng has appeared in front of my eyes, and I have stood at his feet. Dozens of waterfalls descended from the mountainside of Xuefeng Mountain, disappeared into the pine forest at the bottom of the valley, and merged into a magnificent stream flowing under our feet. You can already see patches of blue sky in the sky. Under the blue sky, the white majestic main peak of Yangmaiyong is more sacred and solemn. Although the snow on the main peak has gone a lot, although the peak is still hidden in white clouds, my inner reverence is still sublimating. I pray that the blue sky near Xuefeng can cover the main peak of Yangmaiyong as I wish. . . God seems to be deliberately against me. Although the blue sky has covered Yang Maiyong, there is a cloud floating over the nearby hills, which actually blocks my view. . .

In desperation, my eyes inadvertently glanced at the mountain peak in the west. Unexpectedly, this unintentional glance actually saw a scenic spot in the sky: on the dark peak of this unknown mountain where I stood, there was a white cloud fluttering gently, and a part of a beautiful snow-capped mountain floated among the white clouds like a fairy mountain. All this is fleeting, so short, I only had time to make two movies. I even doubt whether I have ever seen a mirage, because I know that in Rongniuchang, I can only see two sacred mountains, Yangmaiyong and Shanuoduoji, and I can't see other snow-capped mountains. Master Wudao gave the answer: "That is the side of the snow-capped mountain of Xiannairi, and this place under our feet is the only place where we can see three holy mountains at the same time."

The beautiful fairy is the sun, and your first impression of me is so wonderful! Silently moved, full of fantasy, eagerly looking forward to the pilgrimage tomorrow morning.

Looking back at Shanodoji, we could see nothing but thick clouds and the rumbling avalanche from time to time. The sound of avalanche is not only in Shanuoduoji, to be exact, from the moment we came to this sacred place in the depths of Luo Rong cattle farm, the roar around us never stopped. At first, I thought it was thunder, but I'm glad I caught up with the "good weather" of light thunder and no rain today. It was Master Budo who corrected my wrong intuition in time. He also told me that the better the weather, the stronger the sunshine and the more avalanches. However, to the surprise of the martial artist, the snow on the main peak of Yangmaiyong seems to have melted a lot this year. He has never seen so much rock exposed on the main peak.

Because the clouds in the sky are already heavy, I have no intention of continuing to climb mountains and explore two magical plateau seas. I just stayed quietly with Master Budo under the snowy peak of Yangmaiyong, calmly waiting for everything to happen. . . At noon 12, our peace was finally broken. A middle-aged man in a military training uniform came along with a little girl. Middle-aged people greeted us politely. Originally, he wanted to sit down and talk to us, but the little girl ran to the front in one breath, and the middle-aged man had to bite the bullet and catch up. I noticed that the middle-aged man had a pistol pinned to his waist.

It is estimated that there will be more and more tourists coming up behind, and the sacred Yang Maiyong in front has no intention of "putting on a show", so the martial arts master and I packed our things and began to retreat. When I passed the lawn covered with yellow flowers in the cattle farm, the sun finally shone brightly and warmly on the cattle farm. In the afternoon, the cattle farm blurred my eyes again. . . Master Wudao saw my intention: "Walk slowly and shoot slowly by yourself. I must find my mule. We will meet at the camp at three o'clock in the afternoon and then go down the mountain together. "

After bidding farewell to Master Wudao, I went back to the camp tent with emotion. Xiaowen and the three of them haven't had lunch yet. They told me that they didn't see many guests coming up this morning. They are waiting for me to come back for lunch, so they have what's in their pot and what's in my bowl.

Just after lunch, it began to rain again, so I stayed in the kitchen to make a fire with the three of them. It's like this on the mountain. You can't wait to take off your clothes when the sun comes out, and you can't hold the stove when it rains!