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Day 5 Yunnan and Ranwu-Lulang in Tibet

5- 19-20 19 Ranwu-Lulang

On the fifth day, I set out from Ranwu Lake in basu county, Changdu, and came to Lulang Town, bomi county, Linzhi, which is a fairyland on earth and a paradise.

Basu county Ranwu Town Cross-country E-Family Hotel, the breakfast next to it is covered with fragrant leek boxes. The owner and his wife are from Tianshui, Gansu, and are busy steaming steamed buns and rummaging through boxes. When I went in, two middle-aged uncles in their fifties sat next to me and ordered a large plate of steamed stuffed bun boxes and put them on the table. They rode into Tibet. A black-faced man, wearing an old camouflage uniform, with big eyes and thin cheeks, looks familiar. He was originally from northwest China and Lanzhou, and he looks like my hometown in Datong, Shanxi. The other, dressed in dark outdoor clothes, behaved politely, like an office worker, from Kunming. Their bikes are parked at the door, which doesn't seem very advanced. It is more than 2200 kilometers from Kunming to Lhasa. They said they would ride for half a month.

We walked along 3 18 to Xiaranwu Lake. There is a very advanced RV camp by the lake, and there is a very advanced glass observation deck by the lake. Everyone went in and looked around, went to the bathroom and moved on. National Highway 3 18 is accompanied by the Palong Zangbo River, which is clear and elegant, unlike the muddy Jinsha River and Lancang River in front. The mountains on both sides of the canyon are also covered with dense forests, and there are no more exposed earth and stone. We entered bomi county in Linzhi area. The weather is cool, and there is a little light rain from time to time. Palong Zangbo River Canyon goes all the way to full of green. Linzhi is a granary in southern Tibet and Tibetan areas. Outside the window, although the snowy mountains on cloudy days are somewhat eclipsed, the clouds hanging on the mountainside are also unique, like naughty children playing.

Everyone seems to be filled with yesterday's beautiful scenery and relatively indifferent to the green in front of today. Talking about movies in the car, Wang admired Jiang Wen and watched many of his works over and over again. I'm surprised that he can blurt out lines from many movie clips. Everyone likes sunny days best. It is said that when the film was adapted here, Jiang Wen and Wang Shuo disagreed and fell out for a long time. I don't usually gossip too much. This is the first time I've heard of it. After watching "The Devil Comes" for a long time, I remember that the picture was very shocking and the content was not too detailed. It is said that the ban on this film is mainly a procedural issue, but the war theme can easily be banned because of the position. Nobody wants to miss a good movie. Almost everyone has seen this banned film.

Wang deserves to be a young man of literature and art, knowing that the original work of the movie The Sun Also Rises is velvet. The narrative logic of this film is a bit chaotic, but I feel that it filmed Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age". I have also read this novel, which describes the strong contrast between different classes of culture, which in itself does not seem to deserve much attention. Let the Bullets Fly is another unexpected peak of Jiang Wen's works, and everyone is amazed. Really talented, people can't help but look forward to it. But one step away, I really don't understand, and they feel the same way. I really don't know what to say. Seeing Wang's devotion to these films, I said that he should create, write and direct. He has a gift for this.

He has done a lot of work in many industries, met all kinds of people and visited all kinds of entertainment places, but I think he knows exactly what kind of person he is and what kind of person he can be. His mobile phone case is his current girlfriend, with delicate facial features and slim figure. She is a flight attendant of China Eastern Airlines. Looking at the photos in his mobile phone, I judged like a fortune teller. You can get married and have children now, and your luck will change with children. Proper pressure can accelerate ripening. A man of his age can go forward, take on more responsibilities and enjoy greater happiness. I hope my judgment can plant seeds in his heart.

Wang said with a smile that the wedding customs in Dali are actually vulgar, even vulgar, and turned over his mobile phone to show me the wedding scenes of his classmates. Yang said beside him that he didn't let his relatives and friends get married at that time, and he recognized his protection for his lover. He got married late and now the child is only half a year old. He didn't even invite me to get married. Wang said that they didn't have much contact in high school because Yang was a good student. Wang likes to hold weddings for his friends and often acts as a wedding master. Obviously, he is an extroverted player and enjoys hosting such a lively scene. You must invite me to watch the fun when you get married in the future!

He and Yang recalled watching Slam Dunk in high school. Every night before self-study, in a canteen next to the school, it seems to cycle many times, and the characters and scenes seem to be deeply rooted in that life. This cartoon also left a deep impression on the post-70s generation. It depicts the ideal youth of high school students: handsome young men, the friendship of fighting side by side on the basketball court, and pure and beautiful love. I haven't seen it much. I only heard the names Hanamichi Sakuragi and Rukawa Kaede when I was in college. Imagine someone else's high school and think back to my college days.

We stopped at a suspension bridge and stayed for a while. There is a road to Medog beyond the bridge. In the afternoon, we came to Lulang Town and will stay in Zhaxigang Village. The village is surrounded by mountains, with snow peaks and fir forests in the distant mountains, white clouds around the waist mountains in the near mountains, and cloudy days full of fairy tales.

The village is very clean and tidy, and the doors and windows of each family have different colors and patterns, which are very distinctive. It seems that many of them are already family hotels. There must be a bed room, a standard room and a deluxe standard room in the warehouse, so we live in this house together. Yang and Wang chose the deluxe standard room. Sister Cang must have given me a discount for the ordinary standard room for 80 nights, and I was assigned a bed room. The Cang Jue family has two courtyards. They live in the building in front of the West Courtyard. Their own living room on the first floor also serves as a dining room for guests to drink tea. There are many bright fake flowers on both sides of the stone path in the hospital, which is also very lively. There is not a messy corner in the whole yard, and you can feel the diligence and decency of the owner.

Miss Cang Jue is tall and thin, with a long face and fine eyes, dark skin and white and neat teeth. She wore a smart black down jacket on her upper body and a turned-up robe on her lower body, and she spoke Mandarin very clearly. I put down my things and ran to the village alone and photographed the doors of several families. One of them, when he heard someone coming out, waited to capture the person in the door frame. He snapped the moment when the father and son went out, but it seemed to disturb each other and he was embarrassed to get out of the way. Looking back at the photo, I can't find the one with father and son in the door frame. I guess I didn't accidentally delete it, did I? This is in Tibetan areas, and anything that doesn't conform to the common sense of physics may happen. Contrary to the last photo of a Tibetan man who suddenly entered me, this time people didn't want to be photographed by me, and the photo disappeared from my mobile phone.

The light rain urged me to go back and get my umbrella, and everyone was resting and drinking tea in the living room. The windows of Tibetan houses are very small, and it becomes dark in the room after 5 o'clock. Grandma with silver hair sat by the window, turning her hands and chanting. There is a Tibetan "Sesame Hutong" on TV, and pictures of five presidents of the Republic are hung on the wall. The wall next to it is covered with children's testimonials, many first and many third-class students. I asked Cang Jue, are all these prizes her children? She said yes, both children lived up to expectations. Now one is in middle school in the county and comes back once a week.

There will be heavy snow to close the mountain here in winter. I asked Cang Jue what to do then? She said that the snow on the 3 18 national highway has been cleared quickly, and all of it has been salted, so traffic is not a problem (is there any environmental harm? Probably). They don't always need to go to the county seat every day, but only once every half month. My family raises pigs and cattle, and kills a cow in winter for more than half a year. You can kill a pig in a month. The pigs raised by Tibetans are smaller and the meat is delicious. We told Cang Jue to come back for stone pot chicken at night. A little girl next to me rushed over and asked if we could have dinner together. Wang Yang said yes. Then let's go to the village and pasture during the day.

Every family has a yard, the wall is not high, but the gate is very particular, and there is a wooden door that almost forms a small pavilion, probably to shelter from the rain. Different wooden parts above the door head have corresponding patterns of various colors. In the yard, most houses have two floors. Look carefully, the second floor of the sloping roof is empty, forming a breathable barn for drying grass.

We crossed the village, climbed a grassy slope and saw a small lake in front of us. Behind the lake is the Lulang Town Resort at the foot of the mountain. A light brown horse is grazing on this side of the lake, which is quiet and peaceful.

Yang took everyone riding, Tibetan girls led the horses for us, and Wang himself led the reins. Let's go west from the lake. There is a racetrack there. Probably there are some horse racing games in the festival. Walking, Wang's pony runs faster and faster. The Tibetan girl said that she was in a hurry to go home and shouted for Mr. Wang to pull the reins, as if it didn't work. Finally, the girl walked by herself and brought the horse back from the pen. I want to play archery after riding a horse. Wang Zhun's head is quite big. Pai also easily shot the target. There are two arrows left for me to try. I drew my bow confidently. Who would have thought that the arrow didn't fly to the target screen, so it was planted. I envy the physical strength of a boy of seventeen or eighteen.

It was getting dark, so everyone walked back to the village along the 3 18 national road. Thinking about stone pot chicken, my stomach is already growling. We need to buy some bars, preferably local highland barley wine. There was no highland barley wine in the small shop at the entrance of the village, so we bought a bottle of corn wine with a temperature of more than 40 degrees. We opened the bottle and smelled it. Wang said there was a mellow smell, which was good. The chicken is stewed, and the friend who cooks is coming down. They are coming back from Lhasa and going back to Xishuangbanna. A boy and two girls are upright, and two of them are Hani. Wang said he was 1997, and boys said he was 1999, but it may be almost the same.

They are doing tea business in Banna. The king got up and handed them cigarettes. I was surprised that one of the girls actually smoked with a very stylish cigarette, but the way she smoked was really sexy. The chicken is tender, and there are some Tibetan medicines in the soup. A meow named Jixiang from Cangjue's family called me, and I gave it some broken bones. I just ate it myself, but I didn't notice that there was not much meat in the pot, so I asked someone else to help me add some more meat. When I realized this, I felt ashamed for a moment. After the stone pot chicken fished out the meat, everyone began to serve. Cabbage, tofu and potatoes were delicious, and I drank a glass of corn wine.

Wang borrowed wine and said a few compliments to the people in our car. He praised Yang's erudition, introducing customs, literature, history, geography and occasionally talking about Zen. He praised the child pie for his good physical quality and could be his bodyguard in the future. Speaking of me, he is a little embarrassed. He wanted to find out everything about his ancestors from birth to the eighteenth generation, but he didn't contribute or show any special skills, so he barely boasted that I could tell allusions. Indeed, along the way, I kept asking about their private lives. Everyone is a unique book. Don't you open it when you are in front of you? I want to know how different people's worlds have evolved. I want to see their lives like a movie. It won't have any important consequences to tell strangers about your success or failure. On the contrary, when answering questions, you may learn something by looking back at yourself from the perspective of a bystander.

In their answers, I saw a little more truth, as if I had personally experienced their lives. I am grateful for their willingness to answer my questions along the way, and I always hope that I can do something to make them happy now or in the future. I often take them into the grand scenery and record that they have been to these beautiful places. To me, they were polite and didn't ask much. When we were eating stone pot chicken in the living room, a group of mainland uncles and aunts after 50-60 were cooking in Cang Jue's kitchen, which was also very lively. After a big meal, I went back to the most comfortable and clean room since I went out this time, took a hot bath and slept.