Qinghai Lake, also known as Tsowenbu, means "blue sea" in Tibetan, is the largest inland lake in China and the largest saltwater lake.

Han Xiaowei just glanced at the car in a hurry, and only when the car drove off the road to the lake could he enjoy the scenery up close.

Qinghai Lake is relatively large, and some of the enclosed attractions need to be charged, but there is no ticket office for driving directly from the roadside to the lake without entering the famous scenic spots.

He Bangwei stopped the car, and Han Xiaowei couldn't wait to open the car door and run to the lake.

In the eye, the blue waves are vast, the water and the sky are the same color, and the mountains surround the lake, reflecting each other to create a world and earth scenery.

Han Xiaowei couldn't help but shout "ahhhhhhhhh

In the autumn of November, the Qinghai Lake is already thousands of miles of dry and yellow, and it is bleak, but the rippling water of the lake reflects the grassland, but the atmosphere is self-reliant.

The place where the car was parked was still some distance from the lake, and Han Xiaowei ran for a while to get to the place, and the beautiful scenery shook his heart, and he even forgot his favorite selfie for a while.

He Bangwei walked slowly behind, carefully admiring the scenery that could never be seen in Luzhou, and the silver light occasionally flashed on the lake in the distance, and his eyes were shining when he saw it.

"Brother He, come here and take a look, it's really beautiful." Han Xiaowei muttered to himself by the lake for a long time, thinking of He Bangwei and beckoning to him.

"It's frozen over there." He Bangwei looked at the surface of the lake, no wonder there were flashes of light from time to time just now.

Han Xiaowei remembered his mobile phone, took out two photos of the lake and the distant mountains, and tried to pat He Bangwei, but was rejected by his serious face and took a selfie of himself.

He Bangwei moved his eyes to the grassland behind him, looking at this large area of withered yellow, and felt inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Just then, he saw in the distance a man with a hat and a strange style of clothing walking towards him.

Before he could get to the side, the man raised his hand and gestured in the air with one hand.

The sky was already dark, and the lights of the passing cars on the highway occasionally flashed to this side, and the swaying light and shadow floated uncertainly, He Bangwei waited for this person to come over and see what he was going to do.

Han Xiaowei also found someone coming and muttered: "This is a Tibetan." "He knows this style of dressing.

"Tashi Delek, friends." Tibetan mixed with a somewhat stiff Mandarin.

Han Xiaowei sent a smile, and learned from him to reply: "Tashi Delek, fellow, what's the matter?" ”

A smile appeared on the simple face of the Tibetan, and he pointed to the lake and gestured again: "Friends, this is the place that I have fenced off, and it will be charged." ”

"Huh?" Han Xiaowei was a little surprised, he looked back and didn't see any traces of being circled.

He Bangwei remained silent, he didn't find any malicious intent on the part of this Tibetan.

"Fellow, are you teasing me? What do you charge? Han Xiaowei didn't understand.

The Tibetans were not angry in the face of doubts, and explained that in addition to the part of Qinghai Lake that was circled by scenic spots, there was also a part of it that was circled by local Tibetans, and if there were tourists entering this area, they would have to charge.

Han Xiaowei saw that the middle-aged Tibetan had a very kind attitude, and asked tentatively, "How much?" ”

The Tibetan raised his red face and gestured five fingers.

Five hundred? Han Xiaowei felt that it was a bit much, but at this moment, on other people's territory, he felt that it was better to make money with harmony, and glanced at He Bangwei, who was indifferent, he honestly took out his wallet, took out five tickets and handed them over.

How could I think that this middle-aged Tibetan only took one, and then looked for fifty.

Han Xiaowei has a good impression, and his feelings are fifty, reliable!

The Tibetans pointed to the location of their circle and said to them in stiff Mandarin: "Here, it's mine, I don't need money in the east." ”

Han Xiaowei nodded again and again, and the Tibetans turned around and walked towards the place they came from, and suddenly turned back and said, "My home, yes, accommodation, it's cost-effective." ”

He Bangwei saw that there was a light in the direction he came from, and it must have been his house.

Han Xiaowei looked at the back of the Tibetan, and said with a smile: "Yes, if you give more, you won't overcharge." As he spoke, he shuddered - the temperature by Qinghai Lake was already very low this season, "Let's go to his house to stay at night and experience Tibetan houses." ”

"I have sleeping bags and tents in my car." He Bangwei replied.

"Now that we're here, we're going to experience the purest Tibetan life, just like when you go to a place to eat authentic snacks." Han Xiaowei persuaded.

He Bangwei thought about it and felt that the second half of his sentence was particularly reasonable, so he agreed.

The two big men walked by the lake and admired it for a while, the sky was dark, and the lake surface was a little unclear, but the special breath of the lake water could still be clearly felt.

After staying by the lake for a while, Han Xiaowei gradually felt cold to the bone, and asked to go to the Tibetan house quickly, He Bangwei looked around, and felt that it would be the same tomorrow to take him to the bright place.

After passing through some soft and uncertain dry grass, when he got closer, He Bangwei was taken aback, this light was actually a big tent.

Hearing the sound of the car, the middle-aged Tibetan came out of the tent and waved it at the front of the car, indicating the direction of parking.

Parking the car and getting out of the car, Ho Bangwei took a look at the tent.

The tent in front of him was about one person high, the tent door was facing east, and the outside tent was mostly black cow hair, and there was a belt with white fur slightly wider from the tent door to the top.

He Bangwei was very surprised that there was actually a tent here.

Han Xiaowei on the side talked to the Tibetans, and quickly negotiated the price of staying here, and looking at his smiling face, it must not be expensive.

The Tibetan put away the things next to him and introduced himself by name, his name is Tenzin, he is a herdsman here, with his son and wife.

Tenzin's smile spread across his red face, and it seemed that he was very welcoming to visitors.

Walking in front and opening the tent door, Tenzin let the two in.

He Bangwei walked behind Han Xiaowei, and as soon as he entered, he was led to the left by Tenzin, he looked sideways, and there were two small tents in the tent, I don't know what it means.

Walking to the tent on the left, Tenzin said in stiff Mandarin: "Welcome, you, guests from afar. He even uses idioms.

Han Xiaowei looked at the entire tent with a smile and said, "Uncle Danga, is there any goat's milk wine, mare's milk wine or something?" Let's have a taste. He saw a shrine in the middle of the tent, illuminated by candlelight, and asked, "Uncle Danga, let's go to Sunshine City from Qinghai Lake." I heard that there is a Sakya Living Buddha who is going there. He knew that most of the people here believed in Tibetan Buddhism, so he looked for common topics with his Tibetan compatriots.

When Tenzin heard him mention the Living Buddha, a string of Tibetan words immediately came out of his mouth - He Bangwei and Han Xiaowei couldn't understand a word, and after a while he said, "Sakya Rinpoche, I will also go to the city of sunlight in a few days." ”

Han Xiaowei asked curiously, "What does Rinpoche mean?" ”

Tenzin said solemnly: "Living Buddha, what you say; Our name, Rinpoche. ”

So it was, He Bangwei looked at the shrine in the center of the tent.

On the top of the shrine, there is a solemn Buddha statue, next to which are placed a scroll wrapped in yellow satin, and in front of it is a copper Gu and a butter lamp.

The flickering light of the butter lamp occasionally flickered, and in the flickering light and dark, there seemed to be a mysterious aura flowing in the tent.

PS: When it comes to Tibetan traditions, I read a lot of information, which will be (it's almost ten o'clock!) I have to talk to my friends again, and watch me update, and everyone will be able to tell that I've been busy lately...... Let's start with this one today.

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