Chapter 10 sleeping virgin lake

Continue on the road, feeling much better.In this vast and silent grassland, what else can't be let go?Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there are no busy crowds, only gophers jumping out and getting in on the grass, and some marmots running fast. On the way, Ye Yu called and asked where we were, could we go to Maqu and Luqu?Guan Yuan said, we don't plan to go there, we are going straight to Langmusi.Ye Yu got excited on the other end of the phone, yelling loudly, which was deafening even when I was next to him.Under his earnest persuasion, we gave up our decision and diverted to Gahai.

It was noon, and when Gahai Lake appeared in front of us, we were completely stunned. This undeveloped virgin lake is like a bright pearl, inlaid on the Gannan prairie. The calm lake reflects white clouds and green grass. In the pasture, wandering cattle, sheep and horses are chewing the green grass. laid back. After parking the car, we ran towards the lake with Sensen Yuanyuan, and the excitement was still there when we saw Yuanyuan staggering back to his master's feet.Haha, it turns out that the wetland near the water is already very soft, and its little paws will get stuck in it if you don't pay attention.

Guan Yuan and I found a safe place to sit down and let out a soft breath. There are many unknown migratory birds on the water and by the lake a hundred meters away.According to Ye Yu, this is the foothold and breeding base for many rare birds migrating south and north, as well as many rare animals and plants.The black-necked crane is the only crane in the world that grows and breeds in plateau areas. They fly south from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau every year and stay in Gahai for a while.During the long-distance flight, they lined up in a herringbone shape for a while, and in a line shape for a while, just like the wild geese flying south in our elementary school text.

This kind of animal is very interesting. After arriving at the destination, they will pair up in groups, and then start to forage in pairs.The male bird actively runs around the female bird, flapping its beautiful wings, showing its heroic posture.When foraging, they use their sharp beaks to get food in shallow water or mud.Not only do they eat seedlings and frogs, they also eat barley, radish and grass roots in the field.Therefore, farmers in northeastern Yunnan hate black-necked cranes.It is said that in the black-necked crane breeding ground in Qinghai, local farmers often pick up the eggs of the black-necked crane.Where there is hatred, there is joy, and the only plateau crane is a sacred bird in the hearts of Tibetans.

We arrived in August, and it is not yet the wintering season. Unfortunately, we did not have the opportunity to see the black-necked cranes. Sitting by the lake, I called Ye Yu and told him that this virgin lake was lying naked in front of us, with skin like jade, intending to make this brother who is far away in Lanzhou who was busy with work hate his teeth itchy.Sure enough, he gritted his teeth and said, "You wait for me! The Tibetans in Gahai Township are very barbaric. They have little contact with the Han people. Be careful, you two, don't be silenced!" It takes more than ten kilometers to reach Maqu, which is the first bend of the Yellow River.In addition, there is a stone forest with wollastonite in Luqu County.

This time, no matter what he introduced, we ignored it.The quiet lake in front of us has captured our hearts and held us back.Poor Ye Yu, just stay at work, we are accompanied by beautiful scenery, and you can only envy and hate! After hanging up the phone, Guan Yuan and I lay on our backs on the grass, looking at the floating clouds in the sky, unconsciously there was a peaceful smile on our faces. Some things are born full of youth and shyness, like a symbol of purity and sweetness. In the eyes of urban people, it is difficult to find such happy emotions. The Gahai Lake in front of you is like a girl you met for the first time, and the dense mist is a looming veil.She stood a few meters away reservedly, her eyes wide open thoughtfully.

At this moment, Guan Yuan and I also opened our eyes wide and thoughtful.Judging by the expression on her face, she probably remembered the week when she was in a daze in Qinghai Lake.Some things, even after years, are still like yesterday when I recall them.What I think of is a book I read one day, which talks about the imagery of movies, such as railroad tracks.The rails connect the hometown and the distant places, and you can return to the familiar life, or you can lead to the unfamiliar environment, which has a sense of freedom and a meaning of wandering.The famous Japanese director Yoji Yamada once said that when he was young, he waited for the train at a remote mountain village station, and the empty station under the dim street lights made him deeply experience the sadness of the end of the world.Yes, the railway track is a metaphor, explaining to us the sentimentality of being on the road and living in a foreign land.And the lake, no matter when and where it appears, has the meaning of romance and tranquility.

Guan Yuan said to me: "Actually, my hometown is not in Lanzhou." After speaking, she turned her head and smiled at me. Where is my hometown?Just like some vines can't climb in summer, they are still blooming with small flowers, and they are still green, and they will suddenly die because of the arrival of autumn.Some people, like the floating clouds in the sky, seem to be at ease, but they have already tied their hearts to a certain place, and they can no longer match the fate of fleeting years. Sometimes I think, maybe people just need a fixed goal to vent or love.At the age of craving for destruction, anyone can easily go to the end of anyone.

But after years, when everything becomes a habit, it is too easy to forget the original intention.This is watchfulness, but also hopelessness. Next, we sat side by side, watching the sparkling lake. I said to Guan Yuan: "Maybe, we all just want to be children, thinking that if we get something, we can achieve everything we hope for. We think that as long as we love desperately and wait, we can get through the suffering." , Embrace desire. However, youth is fleeting in waiting. We all think that faith is blindly sticking to the end, without discussion or sobriety. In fact, life is so far, maybe we should really try another an existence."

She smiled and looked into the distance, but without focus.She said: "I once wrote a letter and asked him, if I don't see you anymore, you cut off the news from now on? If you love me and miss me, why don't you come to me by wading across the lake? Yes, then It is an age that loves to dream. At that time, I felt that I was still young, but I was obsessed with all kinds of obscure and difficult things. Maybe it was because the life at that time was too boring. Plunging into it is a bit like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly. I can't tell what is in the dream and what is out of the dream. I think we can plant deep waves of each other's memories until we grow old."

A gust of wind blew over, and we looked at each other and smiled.Only under the blue sky and white clouds can we calmly face the knots of many years. Sometimes, travel is just to leave the familiar life, leave the familiar people, and see what it would be like to be alone.Because staying in one place for a long time will annihilate all desires, live in a drowsy state, grow uncontrollably, and grow old.We don't want that.All people who are obsessed with the past are because of fear. They are afraid that when they lose the things they have been attached to for many years, they will be extremely flustered.However, maybe only when you lose it can you not lose it. Gahai in front of me is really beautiful and intoxicatingly beautiful.We lit a cigarette and began to dream of a perfect life. Here, the sky and the earth are very close, and Tibetan dogs look around outside the yurt in the distance.In the middle of the afternoon, the smoke was already rising from the yurt, probably because they were cooking fragrant butter tea. Tibetans live hard day after day, and dozens of houses make up a small village.They guarded their own little home, and lived so plainly and contentedly. It is said that the Long March passed through this alpine grassland.More than 70 years have passed, and the city is changing with each passing day, but the scenery here still sticks to the past.This lake of more than 600 hectares gathers water from the hills and flows into the Tao River. In August, Guan Yuan and I were blowing the cool breeze on the lake, and suddenly felt that it would be a happy thing to grow old like this.