Pamir Plateau, see the direction of the heart at the end of the world

Starting from Taiwan, I carried my luggage and a call to a distant place in my heart. The plane flew through the clouds, from the warm island to the busy Shanghai, and then changed planes again, and stepped into the most mysterious corner in the west of the motherland - Kashgar, Xinjiang. And my destination is the farther plateau Taxkorgan, known as the "roof of the roof of the world" and the heart of the Pamir Plateau. The first sight of Baisha Lake: the lake reflecting the clouds also reflects the tranquility in my heart Along the China-Pakistan Friendship Highway all the way west, the landform began to become vast and the air became cleaner. Crossing the continuous mountain passes, the snow line was close at hand, and the glacier seemed to slide into my car window at any time. When the car reached Baisha Lake, I couldn't help but stop. It was a dreamlike lake, the lake surface was slightly rippling in the wind, the white sand was piled up around it, the loess was surging, and the reflection of the snow-capped mountains was like a still oil painting. I sat by the lake for a long time, just waiting for a beam of light to fall on the top of the mountain. I took photos, but they couldn't capture the excitement I felt at the time. At that moment, the wind blew, and a long-untouched corner of my heart quietly rippled. Arriving in Tashi County: Living in a small town under the snow-capped mountains After nearly 6 hours of driving, I arrived in Tashi County, the westernmost plateau town in China, and also the settlement of the Tajik people. The streets are small, but the sky is unusually broad. Surrounded by towering snow-capped mountains, it seems that the hustle and bustle of the world is sealed here. I stayed in a small inn with a strong Tibetan style. The owner was a smiling Tajik old man who enthusiastically handed over plateau milk tea and a piece of kang-heated glutinous rice cake. At night, the whole town fell into silence. There were no tall buildings, no sea of lights, only the Milky Way quietly hanging on the sky. I looked up at the stars, as if I could hear their whispers, the flute sounds of herdsmen in the distance, and the self in my heart who was always looking for freedom. Karakul Lake: The beauty of loneliness at the intersection of heaven and earth On the morning of the second day, we continued to go deep into the plateau and headed for Karakul Lake, one of the most beautiful lakes in the Pamirs. It is called the "Black Sea", but it is deeper than black. The lake water glows dark blue in the sun, and the snow-white Muztagh Ata Peak stands by the lake like a guardian. I stood by the lake, with gravel under my feet, the sky in front of me, and the wind in my ears. It was a silent shock, a humility in the face of the great power of nature. I took a photo of myself standing by the lake with my back to the camera, wanting to use it to record a conversation I had at the end of the world. Taheman Wetland and Golden Grassland: Home of Herders, Habitat of Souls On the third day, I strolled between Taheman Wetland and Golden Grassland. The wetlands are dotted with yaks, camels, and horses, walking freely under the snow-capped peaks; children riding on donkeys, laughing loudly in the sunshine of the plateau. I sat quietly on the grass, listening to the gurgling stream and seeing the shadows of clouds swimming like whales in the mountains. At that moment, I suddenly realized that the so-called freedom is not about how far you go, but whether you can reconcile with the world and settle yourself in loneliness. Before returning, I climbed the ruins of Shitoucheng. It was an ancient Silk Road fortress hundreds of years ago. Among the ruins, the wind still passed through the mottled bricks. Standing on a high place overlooking Tashi County, the golden grass beach spreads at your feet, and the snow-capped mountains seem to be within reach. This is the historical intersection of China-Pakistan, China-Tajikistan exchanges, and the integration of Buddhist and Islamic cultures. I closed my eyes and heard the sound of camel bells in the wind, and the echo of the Pamir Plateau for thousands of years. I suddenly felt that our journey was never for arrival, but for reunion with some invisible forces. Conclusion: Pamir, a letter to the soul On the day I left Tashi County, I stayed by Baisha Lake for a while. The snow-capped mountains are still silent, and the lake is still deep, but I know that I am no longer the same person I was when I first came here. There are not many tourists in Pamir, nor are there gorgeous decorations. What it gives me is an extreme loneliness and extreme freedom. It allows people to put down the noise of the city, let me hear my heartbeat, and see the desire and tranquility in my heart. When you really walk into this land, you will know that the distance is not only a concept of distance, but also the direction of the soul. #Sign up for tripbest7月酒店试睡員 #新疆