Rain collapse, a place where you can touch your soul just by listening to your name.

(Diaries of those friends on March 4, 2020, 2065438+09, forwarded here)

Rain collapse, a place where you can touch your soul just by listening to your name.

This is a sentence I saw in a tweet, which impressed me deeply. Two days before the rain collapsed, I thought bitterly that I would never go hiking again; I also complained that it is not as beautiful as the legend. Unexpectedly, after leaving, it became the most unforgettable secret, the most direct paradise for the soul, and Shambhala where the soul stopped? .

After brewing for half a month, I finally got up the courage to recall this wonderful journey in another world.

After only half a year, I came to the foot of Meili Mountain again. I have been thinking about this pure land since I left. Half a year ago, I made a wish to the holy mountain, and now my wish has come true, so I have come to realize it. In the early stage of this trip, I was stood up by three people before and after, and finally I chose to join other strangers with a friend of a friend I had never met before and walk in the rain. . I have never traveled alone with people I don't know, but I finally found that it is a wonderful trip to meet the beauty of human nature.

The first day's trip was basically by car, and it took six or seven hours to drive from Lijiang to Feilai Temple. On the way, the familiar white yak and the Haba Snow Mountain in the sky? , let me have an illusion, like a wanderer who hasn't been home for a long time, back to the land I am familiar with in my memory.

On the observation deck of Feilai Temple, Meili still stands in front of us in such a magnificent and sacred way. Although it is far away, it seems to be standing in front of you very close, just like a god.

Although I also saw Rizhao Jinshan this time, it's a pity that kawakarpo, the main peak, refused to show up in the clouds.

After breakfast, we drove to Xidang village, the starting point of Yubeng hiking. ?

After reading other people's travel notes, it seems that Xidan is full of expressway, dusty and terrible; Thanks to the skill of Guo Er, the team leader, who led us to take the path and climb the mountain. At first, the pace may be a little fast, I haven't exercised for a long time, and I'm a little uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, there is a steep slope behind, which seems to lead to the sky. This should be the most desperate part of the whole rainy day trip. I want to leave at least ten times in my heart. ...

After the steep slope, although there is a slow road, it looks beautiful, but because the mountaineering bag is not adjusted well, I have no impression of that road so far, except for shoulder pain, shoulder pain, shoulder pain ... I have no appetite for lunch, and I feel very satisfied after drinking a bowl of hot yak milk. At that time, I was thinking, I'm just curious to experience it. Playing a card doesn't overlap with hiking.

After lunch, we went to Nanzongyakou. There didn't seem to be a sharp uphill all the way. It happened that a belt of the mountaineering bag was touched by me in a higher position, but suddenly I relaxed and seemed to start to enter the state. When you arrive at Nanzongyakou, you should feel very energetic. After all, we are about to enter the stage of releasing gravitational potential energy. But there seems to be no waves in my heart. I only remember the prayer flags hanging there quietly, as if motionless. It seems that we, the reckless laity, broke into a secret place and wanted to leave in a hurry.

It wasn't long after the pass, the mountain was suddenly enlightened, and the five facial features and goddess peak stood in front of us. The mountain wind is blowing, and there is a kind of indifference. Although I have come here through hardships, I still don't have the feeling of dripping fun. I still don't understand why.

After that, I didn't feel anything until I arrived in the rain and settled down. At most, make a joke from time to time.

At the beginning of the day, we passed an open flat covered with virgin forest, with mottled sunshine and mossy trees all around? , bluestones and many fallen trees. I think of the forbidden forest in Harry Potter, as if behind the rustling sound in the distance, there will be a magical creature watching us silently. The human eye with hundreds of millions of pixels is still very powerful. This mysterious and dark green forest is eclipsed in the photo.

Then, we started a new round of high-altitude climbing. Today, I feel quite relaxed because I am traveling light. When we stopped halfway, we suddenly felt that the gurgling sound of running water was far away from us. Looking back, I found that I had reached halfway up the mountain unconsciously, and all I could see was the bottomless valley. In fact, walking in the rain collapse is walking through the endless mountains, sometimes deep in the jungle, deep in the mountains, and sometimes standing in front of the mountains unprepared.

The first stop to the base camp of small farmers is my most beautiful place so far, although there is a tragic story behind it. This is an open grassland in a ravine, with occasional mist, a few humble cabins, mules in twos and threes, and melodious bells ringing. Such a quiet and beautiful place, surrounded by sacred mountains, can really be called heaven. This is the place where I dreamed repeatedly after I left the rain. ...

Growing up, I tried to "step on the idea" every step of the way and lived a disciplined and hard life for many years. Although, perhaps in the eyes of many people, I get a lot, but when I feel tired halfway, I often fantasize that I can have a pure land, isolated from the world, and nothing can't keep up, just listening to the smell of mountains and the laughter of water, quietly, only myself. The smiling farm in front of me miraculously fits the pure land I imagined, which is not bad at all, as if I had been in a dream, or maybe it was a previous life. ...

Then, the journey from the small-scale peasant base camp to Hu Bing is completely another state of mind. This road has been walking on a gentle slope and in the bushes. There is no need to fall into the rain as before, is there? 、? On the way to the farmer in the rain, we can cope with the changeable mountain jungle by simply walking. Not long after I left, I felt a surge of anxiety all over my body and suddenly felt very impatient. I saw myself clearly again, and I saw myself that I needed to use my brains and hands to survive. Finally, I climbed up the highland overlooking the ice lake and suddenly felt a sense of loss. It seems that the scenery is not magnificent enough for the exciting journey ahead. I suddenly got a little angry and didn't want to go down to the ice lake again. I'm sitting high, and there's no signal on my cell phone. I had to read the comments on an article, and I felt calm at once. At the same time, there is also a feeling that only the career you really love can naturally endure loneliness, but you don't want to force a rainbow after the rain.

The fourth day's trip is relatively easy, and the iconic place of Xiayubeng Village still needs to punch in.

I admit, on the gentle slope and flat land, I like to take a step and walk quickly ... On the way to Shenpu, I met many Tibetan grandmothers. I am a person who doesn't like to take the initiative to greet others. Sometimes I don't want to talk or even go around without saying hello. That day, the tie said a word to several grandmothers, Tashildler, who wore the most sincere and simple smile I have ever seen and a soft "Come on". In a flash, my heart seemed to open a small window, and a ray of sunshine quietly shone in.

There are many large and small stones on the way to Shenbao Waterfall, which makes it a little difficult to walk. However, when we reached the waterfall, dribs and drabs of water had hit our faces. For me who came to the dry plateau from the humid climate, it was simply dew. The road is covered with prayer flags, the smell of simmered mulberry is looming, and we are getting closer and closer to the waterfall.

When we reached the foot of the waterfall, the first country to arrive had already begun to bow. The waterfall is like a huge bead curtain, hanging high on the mountain and falling from the sky. The water in the waterfall hit my face, but I only felt it was a breeze, and I didn't feel suddenly drenched. We walked around the waterfall and took a bath in the water, and suddenly everything became clear. When we go back, we want to follow the Lama who just recited the scriptures and meditate in front of the Shen Waterfall. Unexpectedly, this gray-haired Lama quickly disappeared into the mountains, giving me the illusion that he was a fairy who could hide in the rocks.

The trip to Shenbao ended ahead of schedule, and I thought I would spend the last night of the rain collapse safely, and my heart was calm. After dinner, we walked in the village and enjoyed the beautiful sunset.

When he returned to the hotel, Peng Ge had just cooked "Japanese chief specialty"-hot and sour powder for the tour leader and staff. I sat beside me in a daze. Before I knew it, Black Boy rang. Tibetan eldest brother began to drag us to dance, pitying me, a man with uncoordinated hands and feet, and just wanted to escape. I am really a very withdrawn person and like to be alone. Even along the way, I enjoyed the many miles I walked alone when Ah Guo and Ke Xuan disappeared together, and Ah Biao fell behind safely. At that time, I was thinking, I might want to do it again alone and experience everything around me quietly.

Now I can't remember how dancing became a duet. I only remember that after two Hong Kong ladies joined me, I suddenly felt a little emboldened. I remember my greeting to the Tibetan grandmother this morning. Maybe I should learn to blend in with the crowd. I don't think my voice is very good, and my range is very narrow. I have never sung in front of outsiders except when I was a child. I never show anything I'm not good at in front of outsiders. Maybe the enthusiasm of ethnic minorities infected me, or maybe I lost my mind after a tiring day. I suddenly put down the burden of being laughed at by others and sang happily with my friends all night. This night, is my closest night to the crowd. I took off many defenses and sang and laughed confidently. In fact, let go of some inexplicable self-esteem and tear down an inexplicable heart wall. People can really meet and get to know each other simply.

There is a tweet saying that Ninon Grand Canyon is very sad. When I got up early in the morning, a faint sadness hung over my heart. Unconsciously, I have become attached to this land deep in the ravine. In the drizzle, we embarked on a journey of parting. Before going out, those eyes overlooking from a height rained down. It became the picture that hovered in my mind for the longest time.

Crossing the canyon, all the way is gentle downhill, but there are a lot of rubble, which is slippery in rainy days, but it also needs some attention to walk well. Along the way, my team leader Guo and I walked in the front and chatted one by one. In retrospect, there are no impressive scenery, but the sound of the rapid flow of the Yubeng River has become an inherent BGM in my memory.

Miss Hong Kong is not our member, but we met repeatedly on the road, stayed in an inn for one night, sang together and became friends. When we crossed the Ninon Grand Canyon, they left Xidang for Shangri-La by bus. . Going to Shangri-La at night? We met again for dinner, drinking and chatting. This simple feeling of meeting and hating each other is really beautiful. Listening to everyone tell their own stories, places they have been to, people and things they met, suddenly there is a great sense of loss. I've been reading, reading, reading, and reading in a good way. Even if I go out, I seem to have missed a lot. This is my first time to travel alone, to meet strangers in this way for the first time, to unload a lot of worries and to join the game of the crowd for the first time. Now that I think about it, maybe it was my own heart wall, not the school wall, which made me miss a lot. That night, I quietly looked at the clear and bright eyes of people around me and missed this pure and beautiful thing more and more.

This is my first hiking trip, and it is also the starting point of many agreements and wishes in the future.

Last day in Lijiang? When we broke up, we were already reluctant to part. Friendship gained along the way? What is precious is that he transcends many realistic concerns and the indifference of the adult world, and his heart and his heart simply intersect. I'm sorry that I was moved from the heart, because the foundation is poor and I can't express it in words. It is not so much the beauty of the rain that makes me often dream back, but rather the open heart on the way that makes me miss it for a long time. The rain collapse holy land is not only to purify the soul, but also like a mirror, which makes me look at myself and see myself clearly. Determine what you really love and pursue, put aside years of vigilance and obsession, and face everything in the future with a more tolerant and calm attitude.

The rain avalanche is very small, as small as a little starlight in the mountains; The rain is so big that it is worth remembering for a lifetime.

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Crazy phone call for Impression of the West, team leader A Guo A Biao and chef Pongo!

May our friendship last forever and Kong Rinpoche's trip out of the mountain come true as soon as possible.