Chapter 28 Traveling through natural dangers, I still have thoughts in my heart

Soon after coming out of Bangda Town, we started to walk uphill slowly.From here, you can see the Bangda Military Station known as the "Supreme Military Academy".It is said that it is a place where "there are no birds in the sky, no grass grows on the ground, and the wind blows stones to run, and you wear cotton jackets all the year round". On the flat valley, the small white brick houses with blue roofs are very conspicuous. There is such a popular song in the Bangda military depot: "The highest military academy has a low degree of education and the highest altitude, and the teachers are all self-produced and sold; , the minimum is seventeen or eighteen..."

Standing here and looking back at Bangda, there is a valley surrounded by mountains. Between the valleys, there is a ribbon-like river that winds and turns, nourishing the fields and the residents in the villages by the river. The sheep occupied the road, and the small peaks of the snow-capped mountains could be seen in the distance.Occasionally, gazelles can be seen leaping across the grassland. I rushed up the hill, and it felt really good to be a rider!As the height rises, the snow-capped mountains in front of us gradually change from one hilltop to two, and then connect into one piece.Across the nearby peaks is the group of snow-capped mountains entwined with clouds.It's like going through desolation and barrenness to reach holiness and perfection.At this moment, I seem to understand those Tibetans who want to kowtow to Lhasa all their lives.

The altitude is getting higher and higher, the field of vision is getting wider and wider, and the unremarkable scenery in front of you becomes more spectacular. Climbing along the winding mountain road, it seems that every time I turn a big corner, I feel like I have entered a foreign space.The snow-capped mountains hidden in the clouds became clearer, and the wind became more violent. After an hour of climbing, I finally reached the Yela Pass.The blue sign reads: "Don't be afraid of difficulties and obstacles, don't be afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and protect the natural moat in Sichuan and Tibet."

Opened to traffic in 1954, this road has attracted worldwide attention for its special geographical location and steep terrain.Due to the frequent natural disasters, before 1996, the highway was interrupted for more than half a year on average every year.After that, the Fourth Detachment of the Armed Police Traffic Force took on the task of maintaining and maintaining the 800-kilometer section of the Sichuan-Tibet Highway from Zhubalong to Dongjiu Bridge. For more than ten years, it has ensured the smooth flow of road traffic.Now, even in the coldest of times, supplies and people can safely enter and leave Tibet.

A self-driving car and a cycling team have arrived first, and everyone greeted each other. The strangers you meet on National Highway 318 are like friends for many years. If anyone has difficulties, everyone will help them together. If you meet them occasionally, you will also say hello and give a smile. I asked them to help me take pictures of my first summit as a rider. From here down, it is the first danger in Sichuan and Tibet.I added some food and rested by the side of the road for a while.After everyone left, I calmed down by myself.Sometimes, you need to find some comforting things from time to time on the road in order to have the courage to keep going.I think of the Korla boys I met on the train, Guan Yuan, Ye Yu, Shi Yan, Jin Yi and Ali, and Dong Xiang who is now somewhere.

After so many years, there is another person's shadow living in everyone's heart.Bei Ji lives in Guan Yuan's heart, Ning Cheng lives in Shiyan's heart, Gesang lives in Ali's heart, and I always have Dong Xiang's shadow in my heart, maybe at any moment, it will suddenly appear, sometimes, We met again in a dream. I don't think I still love Dong Xiang, but I can't deny that every time I hear and see things related to him, I feel a soft and kind feeling in my heart. Friends say that you should rush into the next relationship, so that everything before it will be forgotten.However, I don't want to hastily end my memory and obliterate my feelings.

Dong Xiang no longer affects my life, he is just a symbol, a sign of the once pure love.I always think of the words he said from time to time. For example, at this moment, looking at the difficult and dangerous road ahead, I think of him saying: "The road always needs to be walked out by yourself, don't be too delicate." It is the famous "Ninety-Nine Bends" that descends from Yela Mountain. The asphalt road will soon be gone, and the remaining corners are piled with tens of centimeters of mud, which will be muddy on rainy days and dusty on sunny days. This kind of road can always arouse my fighting spirit, driving on a steep zigzag slope, like a kind of swooping flight.When I graduated from college, I was sitting in the small car of the internship unit. Whenever I was speeding on the national highway, I had the urge to open the door and jump off.

On the way down the mountain, you can see a beautiful small village at the bottom of the mountain.For a moment I wondered, if I accidentally fell on a bend, would I just land in this village? The little motorcycle seems to be overwhelmed and a little staggering.As the rocks piled up, I carefully controlled my speed so as not to scratch my tires. The road seems to be getting worse and worse, and there is no end.The sun began to steam, and the scarf around my face was soon covered with dust, and I didn't dare to take it off. When bumping all the way to the small road formed by the blasted mountain, the little motorcycle gave up with a "click".The motorcycle and I fell to the ground in response, one on the left and one on the right. Fortunately, the speed was very slow, and it was just scratched.At this juncture where the sky should not respond and the earth is not working, it unexpectedly blew out a tire.I don't know if it was punctured by small stones, or the tire was squeezed due to excessive impact force.

I had to sit on the side of the road and wait to see if there was any traffic passing by, so I could find someone to help fix it. I had nothing to do, I looked left and right, but I didn't find any good scenery.Rocky mountains tend to give people a sense of desolation, and the mountains are like a braided braid, overlapping one after another. The motorcycle and I seem to have been thrown into the ancient barbaric era, and a muddy river can be vaguely seen between the peaks, probably the Nu River.The river is not clear at all, but because it is on this plateau, it is like a mother that gave birth to life and human beings.

The upper reaches of this river is the Naqu River, which flows into the gorge between Tanyandawong Mountain and Boshula Ridge. The water roars at the bottom of the valley, so it is called "Nu River".Due to the large drop, there is a saying that "one beach after another, one beach is ten feet high".The towering cliffs on both sides of the strait remind people of the scene of "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains". In the territory of Nujiang Grand Canyon, there are row upon row of peaks and different climates.On the mountain peaks, there are countless alpine lakes.In the primeval forest, there are many rare birds and animals, and ancient trees are towering.Strange geological tectonic movements have created a majestic landscape of mountains and rivers with deep ravines throughout the Nujiang River; the mountains in the territory stand horizontally and the rivers flow vertically. Connecting the Dalika Mountain, Gaoligong Mountain, Biluo Snow Mountain and Yunling Mountains, three deep, long and mysterious Grand Canyons are cut out, known as the Nujiang Grand Canyon or the Oriental Grand Canyon.This is also known as the second largest Grand Canyon in the world.

I waited for half an hour before I finally stopped a self-driving car that could help. The driver was Tao Wei. When he rolled down the window, he looked around for a while, and then asked, "Are you alone?" I nodded, and he immediately opened the door and came down.There were three companions sitting in the car, all of whom were about my age.They asked me questions all over the place, seeming to be curious about how I got here. When it was done, Tao Wei patted my little motorcycle and said: "Now it's ok, but if you want to continue riding it on the road, you'd better go to the next town to change to tubeless tires, the safety factor will be higher .” I thank him gratefully.Tao Wei and I exchanged mobile phone numbers, saying that if there is anything on the way, you can contact me. Even though there was something on the way, it was too late to contact me, I exchanged numbers with him politely, and then said goodbye. Their car disappeared after a while, and I was very happy to ride the scooter again. Continuing forward, there is a section of bad road called a washboard. In order to avoid another tire blowout, I got out of the car and carefully pushed through that section. On the road, I saw an abandoned building with messages written all over the walls. Compared with the previous youth hostels, this place has a different flavor.On a whim, I also picked up a stone and climbed up to the second floor to leave a mark.While writing, I was still thinking, if there is such a house in the outskirts of my hometown, it must be very good to renovate it into a utopia! After walking for a while, I saw the vicissitudes of the Nujiang Bridge. Although it is only 15 meters long, it ranks second in Asia due to its ultra-long single-air span.Since it was put into use, it has been fully loaded with the arduous task of cross-strait vehicle traffic.Therefore, the guardrails and bridge gates have cracks to varying degrees, which are mottled. Here, there are soldiers guarding.I remembered the serious atmosphere when Guan Yuan and Guan Yuan accidentally broke into the army camp. After crossing the bridge, the road is still bad, and there is still no scenery to see along the way.The dust was raging, and there was no clean place all over his body. When I finally walked on the asphalt road, I was in the mood to think of my beloved Kerouac and Ginsberg. I remember when I was in college, I skipped classes and hid in the corner of the library to read, wandering with him all the way.Until the end, he wrote: "Whenever the sun goes down and I sit on the old wharf by the river and look at the vast sky over New Jersey, I feel as if all the uncultivated land, all the roads, all the people Incredibly headed toward the west coast. I didn't know until now that in Iowa the lads were always making noise because it was the land that made them so restless.  …No one knew what lay ahead except helplessly going old what will happen..." Yes, there will be such a feeling when you suddenly quiet down in the rush of travel. People in a place are quiet or noisy because of the mood that land brings them.And people who are traveling never know what will happen in front of them.In addition to slowly aging step by step. Kerouac ends the book with quiet contemplation, but Ginsberg screams hysterically in "Howl." He described various states about travel, and I have also had some, but not as thorough as them. "They lingered in the railway yard in the middle of the night, not knowing where they were going, moving forward, still unable to shake off their sadness; they lit cigarettes in the freight car and drove noisily through the snow to the lonely farm of the ancestors in the night; they studied Mrs. A telepathic study between Aspen, Poe, and St. John's The Jewish occult in jazz Because in Kansas the universe is vibrating instinctively underfoot; they walk alone through the streets of Idaho in search of fantasy Indian angels Because they're fancy Indian angels; they're just ecstatic because Baltimore looms in supernatural ecstasy; they take Oklahoma Chinese into saloons to feel the raindrops in streetlight towns on winter nights; they're hungry and lonely Roaming in Houston in search of jazz, sex, soup; they followed the great Spaniard to talk to him about America and eternity, but in vain, they sailed to Africa; they disappeared in the volcanoes of Mexico, leaving nothing Under the shadow of the sackcloth and the fireplace Chicago spreads the lava and ashes of poetry..." Finally arrived in Basu County, I followed what Tao Wei said, and sent the scooter to the dealership to change the tire.I found a restaurant by myself, had a good meal, and then fell asleep peacefully.