Brief introduction of Sedila National Forest Park

Forest parks are very different from ordinary city parks. There are many natural plants in the forest park, which are very beautiful, especially in Tibet. The following small series will tell you about it.

Sejila Mountain National Forest Park Tour Guide Sejila Mountain is not far from Sejila Mountain National Forest Park, and it is also the best place to watch Nangbawa Peak.

Nanfeng is the highest peak at the eastern end of the Himalayas and the 15 peak in the world, with an altitude of 7782 meters. Because it is located in the depths of the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon, it is rich in water and gas, and it can only be seen in less than 100 days a year. When we arrived at the forest park, it was afternoon, the temperature was 5 degrees, the weather was cold, and it was estimated that there was not much water evaporation. We all thought that the mountain in the distance was Nange Bawa Peak, but later we realized that it was not. Although we missed Nanfeng, we have enjoyed the beautiful scenery of these snow-capped mountains in the distance.

While enjoying the snow-capped mountains, some tourists pointed to a small triangular white cloud in the sky and told us that this is Nanfeng. If so, Nanfeng is much higher than the surrounding snow-capped mountains. Unfortunately, this white cloud only appeared for a few seconds, and then disappeared.

I took a huge poster of Nanfeng in Rizhao when I came out. Nanfeng in the sun is beautiful, just like a golden mountain, which is really much higher than the mountain we see.

Many tourists go home to Lhasa when they arrive at the forest park. It is said that the town of Lulang, not far ahead, is known as the Oriental Switzerland. It's a pity not to visit. Let's move on.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when the car drove to Lulang, and it was already dark. Because going to Lulang was a temporary decision, I didn't book a place to live. I'm walking in Lulang town. This is a brand-new town. All the buildings are planned and built in a unified way. Mostly restaurants and hotels. In the dark, the town is quiet. Many restaurants are closed, and there are not many diners in the open restaurants. Occasionally there are one or two tourists in the street, so we turn around and walk back. On the way here, I saw several LED billboards with the name of the inn written on them in the passing village, which were very poetic, so I decided to go and have a look.

There are indeed many homestays in the village. We walked into an inn called "I knew you would come". There are some young people washing vegetables in the yard. They seem to be preparing dinner. When they saw us come in, they quickly called the boss out for us. I thought they were employees here. The excitement in the yard was in sharp contrast to the calm in the town, so we decided to stop here.

The boss is from Fujian, a handsome and talkative young man in his early 30 s. As he walked, he told us that he rented two yards here and opened an inn not long after. These young people who wash vegetables and cook in the yard are also tourists. They cooked a meal and invited the boss to have dinner with them.

After settling down, we went out for dinner. The boss didn't give us the key, thinking it was not too late to ask him for it when we got back, so he locked the door behind him.

The village is quiet and there is no place to eat. We came to the town of Lulang again. Signs of stone pot chicken are everywhere in the restaurant. We ate stone pot chicken in Linzhi during the day and lost our appetite at night. We finally found a restaurant run by Sichuanese and ordered some side dishes. Because I am on the plateau, I dare not order too spicy food. We just answered that sentence: Hunan people and Sichuan people can't cook without peppers. This meal is not delicious at all. Fried potatoes with pork belly and fried bamboo shoots with chicken pieces have become a dish that can neither be called soup nor braised. It's time to fill your stomach. It's just that both the boss and the proprietress are very talkative. We ate and talked and learned a lot about Lulang.

The temperature in Lulang at night is almost the same as that in Lhasa, both of which are MINUS 2 degrees. Let's go to the boss's room to get the key. Seven or eight young people sat around the fire and talked happily. When they saw us coming, they warmly invited us into the house to keep warm. They all come from all over the country and didn't know each other before they came.

The boss knew the purpose of our coming, and his face was reluctant. He said that he seldom used keys, so it would be difficult to find them for a while. Then he jumped in from the bathroom window, opened the door for us, and told us that the public security here is very good and safe, so don't worry.

When we were eating, the boss also talked about this. In winter, the mountains are closed by heavy snow, so tourists can't get in. They all went back to Sichuan for the winter and didn't come back until spring. The restaurant locked the door with a small lock when we went back. This lock just tells others that they have gone home and there is no one in the shop. According to them, the security of local Tibetans is also very good. Once, a family lost their cows for a year, and finally they found them in the mountains. Speaking of this, the Sichuan boss kept giving a thumbs up and frequently praised it.

Back to the hotel, we have time to take a closer look at where we are staying tonight. On the basis of Tibetan style, the hut also has the pastoral style of the mainland. All the items are home-style, and the sheets and quilts are printed with stripes, unlike the hotel, which is mainly white. Lying in bed, the mattress and quilt are particularly soft. After turning off the lights, there was a long period of darkness in front of us, and we were lost in silence. I think we're in Xanadu.