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The wilderness, the eternal wasteland

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发表于 2018-8-2 19:39:34 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式
Passengers on the car
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Even if there is no one, it can be heard first. A group of middle-aged and elderly tourists from Hangzhou, from the beginning of the Shanghai station, their voices have been echoing in all corners of the carriage. I do not know whether these people are related to each other, whether they are former colleagues or old friends who have known each other for several years. But what other passengers in the car are sighing about is that they are able to control their speech tones in a near perfect interval with a stunning understanding of their speech.

Many young people will sit on the side seats of Chinese sleeping cars, or look at the scenery with their heads bent or staring at the windows. A boy in a blue Adidas Trifolium T - shirt, holding a Paul Coelho 's "shepherd teenager fantasy journey", fell into a state of hard reading, regardless of the beers and peanuts porridge around it. A girl sitting opposite me, staring at the mountains in the distance, seemed to have a strong and fresh attachment to the train journey.

We call her Xiao Wu. This time she took advantage of the job-hopping interval, a slip into the sleeper ticket into Tibet, almost the same motivation as me, that is, no motivation, said to go. A little differently, she has a good friend who lives in Lhasa and has a foothold to face unknown journeys more leisurely. Similar to many passengers on the train to Tibet, Xiao Wu chose to take the train, not out of a time saving consideration, but an inability to resist the seduction of the landscape of the almost zero difference evaluation of the Qinghai-Tibet railway.

Near the Baoji station, a towering peak of snow, like a brave warrior, stood out from the mountains and left a clear mark in the window on the left side of the car. This is Mount Taibai, at an altitude of more than 3,700 meters, and the series of distant mountains at the southern foot of the railway are the Qinling Mountains separating the north and south of China.

"Today's road is good, the sky is out." I'm to little Wu Yue. This is no consolation. In the past, whenever the car was too white, it always encountered a gray haze. Qinling Mountains has become obscure as the lines of landscape painting. Taibai Mountain is more like a naughty child.  How short is life? Who knows what kind of ghost weather will happen next time. Open your eyes and greet your eyes more often than you can see.  After all, see snow peak on the plains of summer, you have nothing to expect but to hit the Universiade.

Golmud, four a.m.

The legendary 25 Qinghai-Tibet Plateau carriages should be equipped with oxygen production system and oxygen supply device, and have Tibetan information display. But judging from the internal facilities of the Z164 train compartment, it seems to be the same as the ordinary 25 passenger car. The mystery was revealed at 9:00 p.m. at Xining Station: all passengers had to take all their luggage and get off to transfer to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau type train on the other side of the platform. This time, I could finally see the oxygen supply on both sides of the car. But curiosity to return to curiosity, no one wants to be the most beautiful Qinghai-Tibet Railway tomorrow, the nose was a long breathing tube ruthlessly pierced.

From this moment on, the trusted Qinghai-Tibet carriage, carrying a truck of trucks into Tibet passengers, trucks stepped on the Qinghai-Tibet Railway. Under the darkness of the Qinghai Lake, has become a black coal noise, in most people's sleep unknowingly missed, as if never appeared like that. Sister, tonight we are all wandering in Delingha, but a dream was broken by the fierce Northeast dialect, awakened at 4:00 a.m. in Golmud.

The train of the wilderness - the Qinghai-Tibet Railway
The Golmud platform in the early morning

"Golmud, that's the way to Tibet. There are more people in the compartment. The smell of butter tea, strange station name, at night, the car is very cold, outside is like Mars vast salt lake, I feel bone-deep loneliness. I regret it. Why do you want her to be her girlfriend?

Zhou Yunpeng was sad and sad on the green train, but his northeastern townsman rushed to the bus one after another. I jumped out of the bunk and felt an unbearable chill just as I stepped on the cold platform in Golmud. The second is to stop in Golmud for 25 minutes to facilitate the replacement of the head. The train is about to say goodbye to the Qinghai-Tibet electrified railway, and the locomotive will be replaced by two American company type diesel locomotives to complete the remaining two phase of the Qinghai-Tibet railway.

The wilderness, the eternal wasteland

When it comes to revival, the world is desolate and almost uncannibal, and it is not surprising if it is not a heavy van on the national road to say that it is discarded to a strange planet. As the aunts' Hangzhou dialect echoed with the uncle's northeastern words, the train had already dumped the magnificent Kunlun Mountains in the north and did not return to the wilderness of cocoa.

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