Maoya Prairie Destroyed by Railway | Litang Tour (4)

The Maoya Prairie is on the way to Batang from the 318 Guodutang, not far from the Litang, and stretches all the way to the foot of Haizi Mountain. Riding ten years ago, because of the bad road conditions and the long distance, I didn't dare to challenge, so I took a ride to pass. I don't have a deep impression. I just remember that when I was passing by in the car, I felt a sense of desperation at the legendary 119 class.

Ten years later, I still remember that stubble. I asked Xiao N and said that the class had already been demolished, and it was not in this section. It was on the road from Yajiang to Litang.

Ten years of life and death. Today's road conditions are different from those of the past. Not only this section, but also the entire 318 National Road, there are few dusty scenes, many of the passes that had to be turned back then have tunnels going through.

"Fifteen years later, the Sichuan-Tibet Railway will be repaired, and it will be another situation." Xiao N said.

The main body of the railway does not seem to have started construction yet, but the construction of the bridge on the grassland parallel to the road has been completed. Many places are under construction, and mechanical vehicles pass through them.

Before I came, I didn't have this information. I imagined that the grassland in July was full of flowers. Who knew that it was devastated and a little disappointed.

"I hope it's repaired. You think, I was sitting on the train and walking this section of the road, the scene outside the window, tsk..." Xiao Li comforted us.

"I hope the epidemic will pass by then, and we will come by train." Xiao N said.

"It's not that the epidemic is over, it's that epidemic prevention is over." I added.

Fortunately, perhaps after the railway turned into the mountain, or the latter section had not yet started construction, the construction site and the bridge stopped abruptly at a certain point, and the latter half of the Maoya prairie near Haizi Mountain was finally able to preserve its beauty. .

The rumors are true, and wild flowers are everywhere. Many people set up tents in the grass by the roadside, including many lamas.

We also took pictures in a sea of flowers.

Then continue to drive to Haizishan Sister Lake. It seems that a fortification is also being built under the sister lake. The original two lakes, now seen from a distance, almost seem to have expanded into three. The lake is covered with green dust-proof nets, which makes the scenery unpleasant.

Xiao N and Xiao Li, three of us, climbed up the mountain next to the viewing platform, hoping to avoid the blockage and take photos from a better angle. The two elderly people were waiting below. Later, Brother Tian called Xiao Li from below and said that he wanted to go to Cuopugou. There was a publicity board for the scenic spot of Cuopugou on the viewing platform, and he was a little moved when he saw it. At that time, it was nearly 6 o'clock in the evening, and the Cuopu Valley was still more than 20 kilometers away. Xiao Li told Brother Tian about the situation, but Brother Tian didn’t give up, saying that he would not enter the ditch, so he would make a card at the entrance of the scenic spot. Xiao N and I looked at each other and smiled, really old children. Their original plan was to continue to climb up until they reached the pass of Haizi Mountain. Xiao Li couldn't bear to reject Brother Tian, and he didn't want to give up climbing, so he froze on the spot for a while. I was physically exhausted and couldn't climb anymore. Seeing them struggling, I frowned and said, if you continue to climb, I'll take him down the mountain to check in.

I went down to the bottom of the mountain and explained my intention. Brother Tian didn’t wait for Xiao Li, so I might feel embarrassed and said that’s fine, since they didn’t go.

Later, the two "climbing tigers" didn't climb anymore, they came down to meet us, went to Haizigou to take a few photos, and went home.

On the way back, I saw a stone wall in the distance, quite large. We turned in and parked and chatted while watching along the wall. This time, it's another "old man" Shange. He may not be in good condition. He doesn't want to leave halfway, and muttered that everyone should go back. But the four of us want to go all the way and see what happens. He pushed him together.

I said that you can only see less than one kilometer, and you have already walked halfway. It is so flat and the scenery is beautiful. It is like shopping. You go to the gym every day. He refused to accept it, saying that there was something good-looking, but he couldn't understand it, and he asked me to explain why the scriptures were carved on the stone and built into a wall, and put it here for people to see.

I hadn't thought about these things before. Traveling in Tibetan areas, you can see stone carvings on cliffs, mani piles on the ground, and wind and horse flags on the mountains. At this time, when he was asked such a question, he became so competitive, he tried to make things up, and worshipped God, just like burning incense with you. The stone is full of scriptures, and every time the wind blows, or people stop, they help those who build it to litigate the scriptures. Wouldn’t it be better to build a seven-level pagoda?

Brother Shan's question is not out of curiosity, but out of anger. He later went back to the car ahead of schedule, and I was exhausted by these words at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters. After that, I was stunned. I vomited and diarrhoea in the hotel at night, and it was a repeat of Litang in 2019. Tragic situation at half marathon.

On the way back to Chengdu the next day, I told them that the last four times I was in Litang, there was no response twice, and two times I was dying, and it happened at intervals. According to this situation, next time you can come alive, I hope it will be a marathon.

But, marathon, will there be in this life?

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