Shuiluo Township Market, more than ten meters long on both sides of the street, there are more than ten shops, selling only some daily necessities. The Young Tibetan who stood in the middle of the street waiting for us was named Tashi, and he was our guide for this mountain turn. He said that turning mountains is a kind of practice.
We come from the red dust, we are stuck in the world of flowers and flowers, and we don't know how to practice. When we search for mountains and rivers, it seems that it has nothing to do with self-cultivation or sentiment, and even to say that it is too pretentious to escape. If we are reluctant to find meaning for our turning, I think the word "change" is the most appropriate.
Changing our established lives is of course a luxury, but we still long for the stone that falls in the center of the lake, and it will still be moved by a few ripples. So, we travel only to be in a foreign land and wake up in a different bed.
Even so, we still ignore what it means for us to turn the mountain.
Before meeting Tashi, we had traveled several places, from Chengdu to Xichang to Muli, and finally bumped on the gravel road on the edge of the cliff for nearly ten hours before reaching the starting point of the hike, Dulu Village. To prevent fleas, we set up our tent in the lobby of Tashi's house the night before we left, not knowing how to sleep, not knowing whether we had a dream, only knowing that we were going to wake up and leave — we had planned for the next five days of trekking for nearly half a year.
On departure, six people, four horses, eight packages.
In the evening of the next day, we were already on the side of the sacred mountain.
I still remember the camp called the Tibetan Cattle Farm, with shallow running water, wide meadows, leisurely yaks, and of course, the Snow Mountain of Chano Dorjee, which was close to us. Shano Dorjee is the eastern peak of the main snow-capped mountain of The Three Temples, at an altitude of 5,958 meters, and is known in Tibetan Buddhism as the embodiment of Vajrapani Bodhisattva. We boiled water in the camp to make tea, bathed in the scorching sun that characterized the high altitude, as if we had forgotten all the hardships of these two days. We are neighbors with the sacred mountains and accompanied by bodhisattvas, listening to Tashi talk about his family's experience of turning mountains, or we don't feel the piousness of the legendary mountain, or we are already drunk but just unconscious.
That night, Tashi advised us to go to bed early and raise our spirits to meet the other two sacred mountains of the Three Lord Snow Mountains tomorrow.
Turning over the small pass on the west side of the Tibetan cattle farm, the two snowy mountains of Xiannari and Yangmaiyong pounced on us, which caught us off guard, and even stared at the snowy mountains a little overwhelmed, after that moment of loss of concentration, we actually felt some solemn smell in the air.
In Tibetan Buddhism, Xian Nai Ri is the embodiment of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Yang Mai Yong is Manjushri Bodhisattva, who has become a Buddhist holy place in the Ganzi region with the three legs of Vajrapani Bodhisattva who met the day before, attracting a large number of Tibetans to come to the mountain every year. At Tashi's suggestion, we seem to be able to think of the creeping figures on the road ahead, and we fold our hands together so that those pieties also fall into our palms.
With some solemnity, we crossed the Zabala Pass at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters. Like the three sacred mountains, although it is already May, zabala yakuza is still covered with a thick snow coat. Go deep into the snow-capped mountains and be amazed by the beauty without suspense. Only when people are on the go, there is great beauty in the world, any text is pale, fortunately there are still photos that can leave that moment. The world is still beautiful, it only hides its beauty, so that people can have an epiphany after going through countless hardships, or the world you see in your eyes is the world in your heart, so we seem to understand that the Tibetans who turn the mountain, the mountain in their hearts, is the whole world.
Naxi Tso Lake, also known as the Sea of Snakes, is located on the western slope of Yangmaiyong, and the snow water of Yangmaiyong flows directly into the calm lake, and the lake water is glowing with jewel-like blue-green. There are many religious legends around the lake, one of which is that this is the place where tantric yoga is viewed, and it is said that the first Khenpo Shepa Dorji monk of the Jokhang Monastery in Tibet practiced yoga view lake here. At the exit of the lake, there are two mani piles, and the tibetans' devotion to the sacred mountain can be seen from the fluttering prayer flags and the large number of relics on the ground.
Toward Nashicuo, the calm of Haizi contrasts with the majesty of the snow-capped mountains. It is necessary to emphasize once again the tranquility of the lakeside, like thousands of horses rushing towards you from all directions, but when the calm of Haizi is approaching, it dissipates, dissolves into a bubble, and turns into the wind. In those thousands of Mali there are our past lives, there is everything we have fought for in the red dust, our cause, the people we have loved and still love, our songs, laughter, and our inevitable destiny...
Unconsciously, tears were already gushing, so I simply did not suppress it, and let the tears run wild between this heaven and earth. We are no longer shy, we have no scruples, we are like ignorant children, we are in tears.
On the rest of the trip, we became as religious as Tibetans...
The mountain is not over, and the mountain is already in our hearts.
