On the sixth day of the Everest East Slope Hike (June 16), today I want to go to the rega camp to the heart-wren ma! Altitude 4030 rises to altitude 5013, people walk in the clouds! crawl

On the sixth day of the Everest East Slope Hike (June 16), today I want to go to the rega camp to the heart-wren ma! Altitude 4030 rises to altitude 5013, people walk in the clouds! The climbing process is the easiest to pull away, and soon I can't see the descendants, so I have to desperately chase the little mosquito-sized shadow of the yak on the mountain in front of me. When the vague traces of people walking by led me to a grassy slope almost halfway enclosed by a circle of tall, cold, dark brown peaks, and the sense of fear of being cornered rose sharply, I quickly found a cowshed, and soon I made up my mind that if I was really separated from the large army, I would stay in this cowshed until someone came and ran [covering my face]. Suddenly I heard the yak's bell, and a little further, hahaha! The yak worker's little hat popped up from behind the cowshed wall! This is actually the Camp of Tso Xue Renma! O God! An hour later, the large troops came one after another, the blue sky would be cloudy and foggy, the sun would shine brightly, and the words would stop for a while, and the snow peak would still hold the pipa and half cover its face before it was too late to recognize it. The good guy dried the tent and settled down, and several tired team members hid in the tent to rest, and inadvertently burned Tso Xue RenMa glanced at it! In a hurry, she was unable to calmly photograph her unique style and leave a foggy patch behind by the dark clouds rolling and rolling! (The opportunity is left to those who are prepared [cover their faces]) See or not see the mountain is there! Billions of years of silence! Billions of years burning!