Chapter 4 The first dream garden (3)

Sweet tea houses are usually located on the ground floor of Tibetan houses.The exterior walls are whitewashed, and the doors and windows are decorated with brightly colored frames and hung with thick drapes.The outside is bright because of the sunlight, but after entering the curtain, the light is dim.Low and small.A puff of smoke and the smell of black tea, cow dung and decay filled the air.Inside sat scruffy hippies in flip-flops and dark-skinned local men with tough eyes.The faces of these people loomed in the shadows.After drinking the warm and thick black tea in the cup, he got up silently and left.

At dusk, the streets gradually became silent and empty.The locals who turned around and set up stalls, together with the bustling tourists, gradually receded.The Jokhang Temple is a gorgeous ship that unloads all the passengers.The blue-black mountains hidden in the sky in the distance are more solemn.She got up and left in the square, passing him silently, like a piece of thin paper-cut.Only the silver bracelets on the wrists made light impacts and jingled.made an impression on his memory. Late at night, she sat on the bed and took out the book to read. Afraid of disturbing his sleep, she turned off the light, bought a pack of white candles, put them under the bed, and lit one of them while reading.When turning the pages of the book, the silver bracelet on the wrist made a light knocking sound.There was a clanging sound.She brought a set of Stein's expeditions.Sometimes it's Carl Sagan's, The Origin or Development of Hinduism, Lao Tzu, or History of Ancient Plant Fossils.A simple and elegant "Bible" in Chinese and English, with the margins dyed red, is placed beside the pillow.Her reading is useless bordering on luxury.Draw lines with a pencil and take notes.Posture focused.

4 His destination is Medog.Using a ballpoint pen and white paper, he wrote six notices for looking for travel companions, and glued them to the six hotels where self-help travelers had the most concentration.It is written on the paper that we will leave for Medog in five days, please contact us if you want to go with us.The blackboard in the message area is covered with layers of new or old messages, making sounds in the wind.Most of it is left over from the peak summer season.The most mentioned areas are Ngari or Mount Everest, and the nearby Namtso is even more popular.No one mentioned Medog.

In his luggage bag is a 1982 edition of "History of Dialectical Law". The cover is a quarter of dark blue and three quarters of off-white blocks, separated by thin white lines.The paper has dried and yellowed after more than twenty years of caress.When he sat alone, he occasionally turned it in his hand. "The development of machinery according to the universal laws of nature is the origin of the structure of the universe..." The first chapter is about I. Kant's discussion.His attention seems to have been stuck on the first chapter, with its scrawled handwriting and underlining.Other pages are left blank.

At night, if he suffers from insomnia, he will sit on the wooden chair in the corridor for a long time, watching the clouds in the sky illuminated by the moonlight, moving slowly in the wind.It was as if the vast amount of time he had wasted before was now being amply rewarded. She could sense that he was different from other city travelers.There are too many such people passing by in Lhasa.Usually well-equipped, wearing brand-name jackets and hiking shoes, wearing sunglasses, driving a large off-road jeep, whooping and bustling at first glance, holding a high-end camera to shoot the common beauty (spending a lot of money wasting equipment and negatives), chasing Popular tourist destinations (including boring artificial landscaping), just to wash out those pictures with mediocre composition like landscape postcards, to show off to the 9-to-5 workers who have no vacation when they return to the city.

Their goal is to break through one location after another in the travel guide, as a conjecture of the aesthetic of free life.The utilitarian and boring traveler.And she likes people who are at home everywhere and can stop and live quietly anytime, anywhere.She could tell them apart from the crowd. She invited him to go to the stall outside the hotel for supper.He got up and put on his coat, and opened the corridor door with her.The hotel has to lock the door to sleep at 12 o'clock in the evening, and the guests who come back late can only knock on the door loudly, so they just hide the door and leave it unlocked.On the empty Beijing East Road in the middle of the night, a Tibetan woman pushed a tricycle and fried skewers in a frying pan.Thin bamboo sticks are strung with sliced ​​potatoes, vegetables or yak meat.Fry hot and serve with a sprinkle of paprika and cumin powder.They sat on the bench and waited.She put her hands in her trouser pockets, straightened her legs, and stretched her body.The cool night air is invigorating.

She said that the rainy season in Medog may not be completely over in September.Sometimes extended.It is said that only 100 travelers can enter each year.This is a restricted route. There are landslides, mudslides, and landslides along the way. Locals have experienced being pierced by rocks or falling into the river on the road.Most outsiders are not prepared enough physically and mentally to enter rashly.I think you'll have a hard time finding travel companions. If I can't find a traveling companion, I will go alone, he said.I went to Medog to visit a friend. Where does she live?

She entered the valley four years ago to teach in the village.Never came back. This commitment will be difficult.The place you are going to is the only small county in the country without roads.It cannot be reached by any means of transportation.At least four days on foot to get in and four days to get out. yes.I know.