Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

A deep mountain was killed

At that time, I was returning from the tall snow-capped peak, which the Tibetans call a sacred peak, towards the fairy lake outside the mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoWhen I walked east along the mountains to a narrow valley where three rivers meet, I was horrified to find that I had gone in the wrong direction. Looking back, the tall and cold Divine Peak was far behind. At this time, it was late, and it was impossible for me to spend another two or three hours returning to the bottom of the Divine Peak to find my way home. According to the location of the Divine Peak, the Fairy Peak is just to the east of it, and according to the terrain and direction I observed beforehand, it is possible to go straight through it from now on, and you can reach the Fairy Lake by crossing the mountain. Correcting my bearings, I decided to wade through the small river that did not look too deep, and then plunged straight down the bend, and as soon as I went up to the mountain, I could see the beautiful blue lake in the middle of the mountains.

It was noon in July, and the river was not too cold. I took out the bottle of "Erguotou" from my backpack and took two sips, wrapped the backpack in plastic sheeting, and then rolled up my pants and went into the river.

Unexpectedly, the river was still cold. Get out into the water. I felt my legs tremble nervously. But I tried my best to get my legs used to the temperature of the river, and walked gently towards the river step by step. Actually, the river was not as shallow as I expected, and in a few moments the water was up to my knees, and the surging water was already wetting my pants. Also, the closer I got to the middle of the river, the stronger the momentum of the river became, and gradually I felt a little unable to stand. But I can't fall, otherwise, the consequences will be terrible. I decided to turn around and go back to shore right away. However, just as I turned to move, I stepped on a smooth stone face, slipped on the soles of my feet, leaned over, and with a frightened scream, I threw myself into the river. Immediately, the icy water of the river soaked my whole body, and I shivered from the cold. What was even more terrible was that before I could turn over from the river and stand up, the river had washed me up to the smooth slope of the bottom of the river, and the strong current did not allow me to turn over, and swept me out of the way at once.

Seeing that I was about to be washed up in the lower river, where the three rivers meet, I was in a hurry, rolled in the river a few times, and unloaded my backpack from my shoulder. Just didn't grasp it, and the back bag was suddenly swept out of the distance by the rapids. I rushed over to grab my backpack, which contained all the necessities I had taken with me for my travels, without which I would have lost everything! Because the bag was so far away, I didn't catch it, so I swam desperately towards the bag. However, the backpack rolled a few times in the river and disappeared.

When I turned in sorrow and despair, and decided to come to shore quickly, I found myself swept into the center of the lower river by the torrent of two rivers, which was rushing at me with a roaring roar of rage, and swept me farther and farther away, and the river was about to tumble down at the bend and into the bottom. I swam desperately towards the nearer shore.

Crawling to the shore in a panic, watching the surging river fall into the bottom of the valley dozens of meters deep in front of him, his heart suddenly jumped non-stop, glad that he had escaped death. I sat on a big rock on the shore, took off my clothes and wrung the water vigorously, and then laid it on a big rock that was hot from the sun. Although the sun was still warm at noon, it was cold because I had no clothes on, so the cool breeze by the river blew.

The summer sun shimmers with clear golden light under the clear blue sky. I lay on the grass on the shore, looking at the tall and indifferent Ice and Snow Peak, shivering incessantly. In my heart, I was very stunned, and I should not have defied the dissuasion of the Tibetan master, and insisted on taking an adventure here alone. However, at this point, no amount of remorse and self-blame was to avail, and the most important thing now was to act quickly and find a way to get back to the Tibetan sheep's bag by the Fairy Lake before dark. Because before I came here, the Tibetan master told me repeatedly that this was a rare mountain wilderness, and that a few foreigners had come here to look for wild people, and after they came in, they never went out again. Thinking of this, I couldn't hold my breath even more, and I always had a premonition that the end was coming. I felt like I had to act now and find my way home.

After a short rest, I got up from the grass, put on my wet clothes, and stood on the big rock by the river and looked into the distance, so that I could choose a path that led to the lake of the fairies. The cool breeze blew down the valley, and I shrunk and my teeth clucked. In the safest way, I should go down to the water and swim across the other side, follow the same path back to the bottom of the peak, and then find my way back. However, after the thrilling battle of life just now, I felt terrified when I saw the rushing river again. Obviously, I don't have the confidence and courage to give it a try.

The sun in the sky was moving so fast that I felt that my end was not far away. But the desire to survive is driving me to make decisions quickly. Since I didn't dare to venture any further, I had to take a safer, but not very sure, path, towards the Fairy Lake.

I faced the river wind and went up the river. There are no roads on the banks of the river, only a wider slope with steep mountains on top of it. Although I did not know what the future holds, I desperately longed for a shortcut to the lake of the fairies, for I was so cold and hungry and hungry. In order to allow my body to produce more heat and warm my body, I trotted forward despite the fatigue of the day.

In this way, I walked along the slopes of the river and the mountain. After walking for about an hour, I had just turned a corner, but I saw that the slope in front of me suddenly disappeared, and the huge rocky cliffs were steep and cold, blocking the way to continue walking. There is only a narrow space several meters wide between the rocky cliffs, which looks like a crack in the mountain, and it stretches inward like a line of heaven until there is no end in sight.

This is the only trail that is going forward right now, and the wind blows whirring through the narrow rock crevices, giving it an eerie and terrifying feeling. In the past, I always believed that "there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain", but in the depths of Tibet, in this desolate mountain wilderness between the Himalayas and the Gangdis Mountains, this saying often does not work. I stopped and decided to take a risk. I knew in my heart that if it was not a miracle that awaited me, then it would be a disaster and death. But at such times, I feel a sense of weakness and fear. I had already thought that if this crack in the mountain led to a dead end, then I would have to return to the confluence of the three rivers at noon to-morrow, and force my way down the river and return the way I came.

Walk along the sheep intestine path between the cracks in the mountain, the inside is sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, broken stones, gusting winds, and cold air. Through the gap hanging overhead, you can see the faint light in the sky. I think all my courage and faith is supported by this light. By this ray of light, I searched and walked forward alertly and nervously, for fear that a bear or a wild man would suddenly pounce on me, so that whenever a wild bird flew or fell into the water and hit a rock, I could break out in a cold sweat in horror.

The gap between the cracks gradually expanded into a wide valley. So, my courage began to grow slowly. I strode forward, as if a hope beckoned me. Due to the abundant sunshine, patches of bright green grass and sparse pines and cypresses are found on the ground. The drops of water dripping from the crevices in the rock and the water pouring down from the top of the mountain gradually merged on the ground into a smaller and larger stream, flowing slowly and silently.

It didn't take long for the valley to come to an end. I looked up at the top of the mountain in front of me, but I saw that the surrounding mountains were too high to see the top, and I could only see the steep mountainside covered in snow, and the cold light shimmered with eyes. I think it's probably the most majestic mountain I've ever seen. I am afraid that even mountain eagles will not be able to fly over such mountains. Seeing this, I really have a kind of despair and sorrow that I should not be silent every day. I held back my tears and let the tears flow, but my heart was mourning hopelessly.