From Yanjing to Mangkang, you have to go through the Hongla Mountain Yunnan Golden Monkey Reserve. Along the way, I widened my eyes and searched among the green trees all over the mountains, but apart from occasionally seeing a few black yaks grazing leisurely, how could there be a trace of golden shadow? Since human beings became the overlord of this planet, countless species have been exterminated. Now they have finally repented and started to protect other animals on the earth. For a long time, humans have been encroaching on the homeland of golden monkeys. The golden monkeys have no choice but to retreat to the depths of the dense forest. They have already had a genetic fear of humans, so they dare not stroll along the road.
A rainbow appeared lightly in the valley outside the car window, and built a real and illusory rainbow bridge, comforting our feeling of loss because we didn't see the golden monkey. If Huang Tingjian's "I want to wear flowers to find the way, go straight into the depths of the white clouds, and show the majestic rainbow" to "I want to wear flowers to find monkeys, go straight to the depths of the white clouds, and show the majestic rainbow", is it just like the scene now? ?
When we arrived at Mangkang, we returned to the National Highway 318 Sichuan-Tibet South Line. Mangkang to Basu, separated by Yela Mountain and Nu River. Starting from an altitude of 3,100 meters, climb all the way to the Yela Mountain Pass at an altitude of 4,658 meters, with an ascent of more than 1,500 meters. Standing on the viewing platform of the pass and looking down, a winding road on the huge mountain in front of you is silvery white in the sun, like an abstract painting that a god made after drinking too much wine, casually With heroism. The name of this painting is the well-known "72 Turns of the Nu River", with a total length of 12 kilometers.
After getting off the viewing platform, we entered the painting, winding down from the top of more than 4,600 meters to the edge of the Nu River at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters. From time to time along the way, I saw cyclists with handsome helmets facing the westerly wind and riding alone to Lhasa for thousands of miles. Thinking about their hardships pushing their bicycles up the pass of Yela Mountain, I sincerely admired them. The future of the country can be seen from the young generation who dare to take risks and dare to challenge.
I think the cyclist's helmet is the most stylish and the most enviable protective gear. Wearing it, it seems that there is a youthful, vigorous, energetic and other symbols of power, speed and beauty. If time goes back thirty years, would I dare to wear it all the way west?
My heart itch.
Mangkang Street View
Riding to Lhasa
Nu River 72 turns
Nu River
