If you ask me how I feel on my trip to Qinghai, and describe it with a kind of flavor, then I will tell you solemnly: bubble! Noodles! Taste!
Why use the flavor of instant noodles? Because from the time I got on the train to the time I got off the train, the whole carriage was full of the flavor of instant noodles. It was either the taste of pickled vegetables in the old jar or the taste of fried beef with pepper. Plus the salesman’s call for a while: “coffee ~ milk tea ~ instant noodles ~ do you have any passengers in need?”
I think my brain is full of “body fragrance” of instant noodles. All around me are tourists eating instant noodles. I’m completely surrounded by instant noodles, so I’m almost pickled and become instant noodles essence for walking! Just as I was about to smell and vomit the smell of instant noodles, the train finally arrived at Xining station. After 13 hours of suffering from instant noodles, I finally came to Qinghai, a long-awaited place.
Why do you want to go to Qinghai? I think it’s about Haizi’s Turquoise that makes me want to see the charm of Qinghai with my own eyes, or it’s out of the northwest feelings that I can’t explain clearly. Out of the station, look up. The sky is blue. Take a deep breath. Well, it’s not as humid as the air in the south of the Yangtze River. The air in the northwest is thick and wild. Standing on the streets of Xining, listening to the street vendors’ shouts, the thoughts gradually drifted away… The northwest people’s tone of voice is different from that of the Jiangnan area, and every byte they spit out is mixed with the pride of the loess land, while the Jiangnan Wunong soft language is the projection of the Jiangnan mountains and rivers on the humanities, which is probably the so-called “one side of water and soil, one side of people”.
The noisy voice brought me back to reality. I packed my mind, wrapped my shawl and slipped off my shoulder, walked to the hotel that had been booked before with my suitcase, and our story officially opened in Qinghai.
Just arrived in Qinghai, I was curious about everything around me. After checking in and putting down my luggage, I rushed out of the hotel and threw myself into the arms of the night market in Qinghai. It is said that the night market has concentrated the cultural customs of a city, and the mojiajie night market in Qinghai has a very powerful voice. Here are the local delicacies and snacks in Qinghai. The owners of each stall shout with a pure northwest accent. Yangchang noodles, dog urine, mutton by hand, mixed soup, local hot pot… Every kind of food is full of the unique flavor of Qinghai.
I bought a good “dog pee” with a strange name but a strange taste. I ate it while walking in the street of Mojia street. There was a gust of evening wind. It seemed to be mixed with the bell of Ta’er temple. It was sent to me through everyone’s alley. After eating this “dog watering urine”, it’s time to go back to the hotel to have a rest. We’ll see each other in Ta’er temple.
In the morning, I woke up in the bombing of the alarm clock. Today is the day to go to Ta’er temple~
Ta’er temple is a Tibetan Buddhist temple in China. It is built to commemorate the Bizu of the Yellow religion, Kabbah. First there is a pagoda and then there is a temple, so it’s called Ta’er temple.
When I first arrived at Ta’er temple, there was a gust of cold wind. Although it was a little cold, there were still a lot of people. Whether it’s for the purpose of worship or belief, or for a pure tourist like me, they come here with a compassionate heart.
“In that month, I shook all the Scriptures, not to overstep them, but to touch your fingertips,” said Tsangyang Gyatso
When I met Ta’er temple in the early morning, I started a day’s journey in the bell of washing my heart, and then I would stop at the legendary sun and moon mountain.
There is a record in Shanhaijing · dahuangxijing: “in the desert, there are mountains named Riyueshan and Tianshu. The gate of heaven, where the sun and the moon enter. ” Sun and moon mountain belongs to Qilian Mountain, which is called “nimada WA” in Tibetan and “nalasala” in Mongolian. It is translated to mean the sun and moon. It’s the only place where the ancient Tang and Tibetan road must pass. It’s said that Princess Wencheng stayed here when she entered Tibet and broke her “sun and moon mirror”, so it was named sun and moon mountain. The sun and the moon are silent. I don’t know what Princess Wencheng’s mood was when she went to Tibet, but standing on the top of the mountain overlooking the foot of the mountain, I think such a pampered little girl left her hometown and came to the northwest. Her yearning for her hometown should flow like an inverted river at the foot of the sun and the moon.
“On Qinghai Lake, my loneliness is like a horse in heaven.”. From the sun and moon mountain down, along the inverted River, all the way to the Qinghai Lake in Haizi’s poem. Haizi, who was hurt by love, came to Qinghai lake when the ideal of love was extinguished, and asked Qinghai Lake to extinguish his love. The blue Qinghai Lake is quietly watching the ups and downs of the world, reflecting the warmth and coldness of the world. It may not solve our confusion. But when I squat by the lake and look at my reflection in the lake, my heart begins to become peaceful.
If Qinghai Lake can’t help us to let go of the troubles of the world, let’s go to Chaka Salt Lake.
Standing on the Chaka Salt Lake, it seems that the floating clouds have passed through time and space. The heaven and the earth begin to turn upside down, and time stops here. When the light and shadow outline the unspeakable and wonderful outline of Chaka Salt Lake, the unique beauty of the mirror of the sky slowly appears in front of us. Walk on both sides of the White Salt Road, and watch the salt sculptures standing on the shore of the lake. They are reflected in pairs in the water. White clouds float across the quiet lake, and the wind tells about the time of thousands of years. The small train shuttles between the sky and the moon, and the vicissitudes of the sea. The salt lake railway directly reaches the heart of the lake, making the thoughts continue. This should not be the end of the road, but the distance of the heart.
I’ve never been a secular person. I’m too persistent about many things in my life, so I’m often troubled by common things. Before I came to Qinghai, I always attached myself to a result, but when I stood by the lake of Chaka Salt Lake, I suddenly felt relieved. Maybe there is something wonderful here that can purify people’s mind.
“Qinghai, whose paradise were you?” Qinghai, you are my paradise now.