In 1988, a drunkard walked through Qinghai Lake and left a poem "July, Not Far" This drunkard is Haizi. With the pursuit of the scenery described in Haizi's poetry, with the yearning for "Qinghai Lake, please extinguish my love", I finally came to this plateau lake. At the same time, I also carried the feelings of such a talented poet and followed his footsteps all the way.
In Xining, I met my Tianjin female companion, sat together for a while and then took a ride to the Black Horse River to book a place to live.
The photo below is the night residence with the female companion
On the way, we saw the sea of rape flowers in Qinghai Lake, we didn't stop, just hurriedly passed, and from time to time we could see Tibetans worshipping on the car, and they crawled forward in three steps.
It was the first time in my life that I had seen this, and I just stared at it in a daze, and couldn't say anything but sigh. Some people on the car said that they went all the way down to Lhasa, and I calculated in my heart that this is still Qinghai Lake, and the distance from Lhasa...
It is still in the middle of summer, and the beautiful scenery of the hinterland of Qinghai Lake lake is everywhere, and for the western travel of Xiaobai from the mainland, these scenery is still somewhat attractive to me
As for the worshipful women encountered on the road and the unknown worship stories that have been seen, the follow-up stories will be explained in detail
On that day, I lived in The Heima River with my female partner in Tianjin, and in the middle of the night I said, "Go out for a walk", in fact, I wanted to see the starry sky here. As soon as I put on the stormtrooper suit and went out, I immediately shouted cold, and asked her "Are you sure it's summer" She said, "It's not so cold, the stormtrooper suit is enough" I was cold and shivered and pulled her back to the room, insisting "I will see the sunrise tomorrow and resolutely wear a down jacket!" ”
This, is only the hinterland of Qinghai Lake at an altitude of 3400, going to Tibet, I wear a down jacket and worry about whether it will be cold and shivering, regretting that I did not bring a sweater, at this time, it is August 1. The hot season in the interior.
The Black Horse River looks at the sunrise, and the sun and moon shine together
July left, August just began, I remembered Haizi again, the road you came, I also came, your poem gave me beauty, I also remember:
——To Qinghai Lake, please extinguish my love
July is not far away
The birth of gender is not far away
Love is not far away---- under the nose of the horse
The lake is salty
Therefore, Qinghai Lake is not far away
Bundles of beehives by the lake
Makes me seem poignant and charming
The grass is full of flowers.
On Qinghai Lake
My loneliness is like a horse in heaven
Therefore, the horses of heaven are not far away
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(Note: Because when I arrived at Qinghai Lake, I remembered the poem written by Haizi about Haizi, and only the poems in the text quoted Haizi's Qinghai Lake, please extinguish my love)
(Go out with your female partner in the morning to wait for sunrise)
The second stop of the westbound journey, which still belongs to the small white of the western travel, is still a bit hasty near Qinghai Lake