[Journey to the Northwest Plateau of Sichuan] I came across the Shenhu Lake at the top of the mountain-the Shenhai of Cuoqiong.

Purple robes, two plateau reds on the dark face, soared to ethereal high notes, from the hot south to the cold plateau, like Doraemon casually painted on the wall, falling into the frozen South Pole, and the ice and fire were sour and cold. The cold ice rain fanned wildly on my face, without the lingering in Andy Lau's music, it really hurts.

The destination is the flower sea in Yaotang, but in the freezing rain, I met the Shenhu on the top of the mountain-the Shenhai of Cuoqiong. The plank road leading to the sea of Cuoqiong is not very long. If it is normal, it is no problem to run five times back and forth, but this is the western Sichuan Plateau, with an altitude of more than 4,600 meters. Every step is chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the steps are intoxicated and stumbling.

Teacher Li said, take a quick breath. After that, I quickly pulled out the lid of the oxygen bottle, covered my nose and mouth, and gave a hiss, which seemed to kill Xiao Qiang. Then two beautiful women, Xiaoqin and Weiwei, were sprayed again.

Is the batter out? Do you feel better?

The three of us nodded.

The immortal spirit is so good that I have become a fairy. Miss Li, who suffers from altitude sickness, still remembers humor.

Four people laughed and suddenly realized that laughing on the plateau is too extravagant-it consumes oxygen, so shut up at once. Look at those bushes growing close to the ground. They are much greener than before. Eyes seem to have been washed by oxygen, and they are much brighter.

Take your time. Take a deep breath. Stumbling towards the top of the mountain.

The sea of Cuoqiong appeared in front of us, misty and the lake was as calm as a mirror. Cuoqiong Shenhai is a spiritual lake, and many tourists come to pray every year. For thousands of years, people in Xizang has endowed the mountains, rivers and everything on the earth with spirituality and life. The lakes on the plateau are full of magical and beautiful legends: a girl named Cuoqiong from a Tibetan tribe led her tribe to build a beautiful home. Unexpectedly, her prosperity was envied and hated by the neighboring Kangcheng tribe, and the king of Kangcheng colluded with other tribes to launch a war to rob wealth and satisfy his own selfish desires. Faced with such a situation, Cuoqiong personally went to the front line and led the herdsmen to launch an epic battle to defend their homeland with the invaders. After months of hard fighting, the invaders were finally driven away. Just as people celebrated the victory, they found that Cuoqiong bled to death and fell on the grassland. Her body turned into a snow-capped mountain on the endless prairie, forming a natural barrier to stop the enemy and guarding this land forever. And the blood shed by her war grew 80,000 mu of colorful flowers on the grassland, which is now the flower sea of Aoyaotang. Her tears turned into plateau lakes. People named it Cuokonggou Lake after her, and named the largest lake Cuokongshen Sea.

It is these scattered lakes and water systems that make the plateau full of vitality, attracting countless North Korean Lakers, tourists and explorers from all directions, year after year, never stopping.

The plateau weather forecast is not credible, and there are unexpected events in the sky. It just cleared up in Wan Li, and soon it began to rain heavily. Some people say that it is the best weather to travel on the plateau with rain, because continuous rain is by no means the character of the plateau. The rain on the plateau is scary, coming hard and going fast. After the rain, the beauty of Chu Qing and the generosity of the sunny sun are breathtaking.

The cold in the rain and the warm in the sunny day are the most authentic feelings, and we just met the flowers after the rain. Emeitang Huahai is located at the foot of Cuoqiong deep sea. Unfortunately, the flowering period is coming to an end, and sporadic flowers are showing off their beauty wantonly, so that short life can decorate this cruel plateau meadow and grow into a brocade of the world! The girls danced on the grassland and turned themselves into flowing flowers.

Singing, singing on the grassland. From tour guides to drivers to passers-by, the sound of nature penetrates the thin air. If it weren't for the rain, they might get off and jump into the cheerful pot farm. I used to know that people in northern Shaanxi could sing. This is a broad voice, roaring through the canyon, carrying the raised loess from one cave to another. Tibetan herdsmen love to sing, singing to the endless grassland, singing to the white clouds overhead, as well as yaks, horses and sheep. They are loud and clear, and the vast air mass dances melodiously in the song. A song is associated with a story.

Tibetan young man, scenic spot translator, speaks pure Mandarin. In pastoral areas, children don't study much because of frequent migration. He only wears Tibetan robes on festivals to show his majesty, just like Mr. Bao in our team. When he arrived at Shenhu, he changed into clothes only for performing on stage. They all live themselves as a part of the scenic spot, warm, devoted and chic.

The road was blocked by mudslides and landslides during the trip. Fortunately, a police officer directed the forklift to enter.

Tibetan women with prayer wheels are floating in front of the window. Silence seems to leave eternal loneliness behind. At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. The shepherd in Tibetan robe said a word: Tibetan and Chinese are relatives, and Tibetan and Chinese are relatives.

The Tibetan guy said, Tashi Dele.

Tower Siedle, Liang. We reply.