Wolong Lonely Moon
The line went to the front of the military vehicle, each of them was given a military wool coat, the plateau climate was cold, the chiefs loved the soldiers like sons, they could think of everything we thought, and they could think of what we could not think of. When I wore my coat, I smelled a smell of baking, and later when I went to the old troops, I learned that this was the veterans retiring, and in the past they were all new coats (perhaps the chiefs were carrying forward the old Tibetan spirit that was particularly able to endure hardships), and this soldier was issuing old coats (in short, coats, it can keep warm, it doesn't matter what they wear, the revolutionary soldiers still have this awareness), and the next year they changed to cotton coats -- this is the last word.
We sat in the carriage according to the trained queue, the rear compartment of the military car was a shed propped up with canvas, a car of twelve people, sitting opposite, and the backpack was the best seat.
The car drove eastward along the lhasa river like an old ox cart, looking through the back door without canvas in the back, there was a section of asphalt road at the beginning, and then it was an unpaved mountain road, the Lhasa River still flowed east, the mountains on both sides were not high but very desolate and desolate, the winter sun was still somewhat dazzling, the shadow of the mountain yin and wild wilderness that could not be illuminated by the sun was very thick, and only our convoy was driving like a long queue along the way, and we did not see other moving objects.
"I saw the eagle flying on the lonely sea, and there were golden flags fluttering in the wind in the valley" - many years later, when I heard the song "All Creatures" at the top of the sand, what came to my eyes was the scene at that time, which lyrics and the tone of the top of the sand were very, very appropriate...
Majestic mountains, vast fields, high-altitude flying eagles, uninhabited land, "majestic and desolate" is the first impression left by this land to me. At night, when the car arrived at the GachaBing Station, the impression left was cold, the steamed bun was cold, a pot of porridge, a plate of peanut rice accompanied by steamed buns, and a quilt covered with a wool coat that had just been sent down was still very cold at night.
During the break on the road, I chatted with the driving veteran, and learned that he was a Jiangxi veteran of the Eighteenth Regiment of Automobiles, and now he is serving overtime, and may soon be turning into a volunteer soldier (wishing the veterans a success), the veterans are very talkative, we talk very closely, he told us that in Tibet, there is money and can not buy things, he knows a herdsman, the property is more than 200,000 (when the personal more than 200,000 is an unimaginable astronomical number), still living a life of lack of food and clothing, if it is he, he will sell cattle and sheep to the interior to develop. Veterans told us that the price here is very expensive, especially green vegetables, a pound of garlic moss for five yuan (now green vegetables and when it is basically the same, but when the mainland vegetables are only a few cents a pound), and rarely can eat, because Tibet does not produce vegetables, are airlifted. Saying, he took out a pill bottle and swallowed a pill, telling us: In the Tibetan army, green vegetables are everyone's dream, and every New Year's Festival company will eat a little, so many people are malnourished and lack the necessary vitamins for the body, which is not forgotten by the national scientific research institutions, and specially developed a "multivitamin capsule" pill for our Tibetan soldiers, eat one a day, to supplement the necessary nutrition for us (which is really effective)...
The words of the veteran soldiers gave us a new understanding of Tibet and the Tibetan troops, and we thought that the details were only in the novel, and the reality was like this...
By the way, I forgot to introduce our comrades in the same car, Huang Niu, me, Meng Liang, Zhang Wanshuai, Pan Yong, the other comrades-in-arms have been too long for me to remember clearly.
Soldiers got up in the morning to wash up, which water is really called a cold, frozen I dare not reach out. Eat breakfast to use the rest time me and the scalpers to go outside the military station to play, there is a small hillside outside the military station, in fact, there is a height of a dirt slope, there are white and black stones on the hillside, as a child who has been living in the plain to see the small hillside is still unusually excited, seeing that there are many comrades in arms climbing this small hillside, we also climb to play, although the hillside is not high, but it really took a lot of effort, breathless (just arrived in Tibet, altitude sickness is still very large, walking a little bigger than the pace of breathlessness) before reaching the top, On the hillside, I made a technical analysis of the fight between the troops and the scalper, and the scalper said with deep calculation: Tibet is too cold, we as northerners can't stand the cold, Yunguichuan, they are all southerners, the climate is their natural enemy, they can't adapt, we fight with them outside, then they just have ten percent of their strength and can only exert eighty percent, I heard even say "high view."
The assembly horn sounded, and we began to set out again for the old troops. Along the way, the high reaction of some comrades-in-arms is getting more and more uncomfortable, Zhang Wanshuai comrades -- in Sichuan, when we led the soldiers bearded company commander to call him Zhang-dig-fall in Sichuan dialect, when I didn't know him, I listened to the bearded company commander name him and thought that his name was particularly domineering, and people must be very powerful, in fact, he was a very quiet person) The high reaction was the most serious, his face was pale, and he had always been good-tempered, no matter who inadvertently touched him or the language stimulated him, he couldn't help but get angry (they all understood the uncomfortable degree of high reaction. People are suffering impatiently), the four of us are in better shape, although we have some headaches, but still talk and laugh all the way. The higher the eastward drive, the higher the mountain, the green on the road is also more and more, a blue river under the road is the Brahmaputra River, the jade belt is embedded in the middle of the two mountains, from time to time there are trees with branches and roots standing proudly on the beach by the river to show his indomitable vitality, I know where the red willow and poplar, in short, a beautiful world scenery outside the territory that cannot be seen in the Central Plains is displayed in front of our eyes.
At noon, the car arrived in Lang County, everyone got off the car to rest, this name made me confused for half a day, always felt awkward (of course, the Tibetan name can not be understood in Chinese, haha). The so-called county town is only a sporadic number of people," which is equivalent to the size of an ordinary market in the countryside (the market in the villages below the township level), and there are several grocery departments scattered around, and there are a few Tibetan compatriots and men and women who are joking with the meat that belongs to them. At this time, a Tibetan Ajia (the eldest sister, meaning a woman) squatted on the side of the road, Meng Liang said obscenely that she was spilling pee, I said it was impossible, how did she mean so many people? After a while, Aja stood up, and there was a wet water on the ground. Meng Liang smiled and said, "I am not wrong." It turns out that Tibet is sparsely populated, and they wear Tibetan skirts with very thick materials, so their internal emergencies are solved on the spot, and the spring light in the skirt will not leak out, we are just rare and strange. The customs and customs I saw in Lang County reminded me of a movie I once saw called "The Tale of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty," which has too many similarities with here.
Continue to get on the train and head east, along the way the red willow poplar and other trees are more and more seen (this kind of headwind hardy trees dotted with the vast river beach and the earth, really natural crafts), along the way we are also tortured sleepy, cold wind blows into the carriage from time to time, people really do not want to have any movement. At this time, the car stopped, and the leader of the team ordered everyone to get off, saying that the car had sunk into the beach, and everyone got down to push the cart, which was very close to our troops.
Although I reluctantly jumped out of the car, I was also shocked by the unique night scene in front of me, a lonely moon hanging in the western sky, it was so bright, so silent, what kind of vast beach under my feet, a few red willow poplars bent over the waist and struggled unyieldingly on the beach, the blue Brahmaputra River widened here, the jasper-like river flowed eastward, the islands in the river were dotted like jewels, the moonlight sprinkled on the majestic snowy mountains in front of it, the soft moonlight and the white snow reflected in the scene, it was so mysterious, which was peaceful. This scene should only be seen in heaven, how many times can the earth smell it? (Later tourism development here is Nyingchi's famous scenic classic "Wolong Dunes")...
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