There were a total of ten people in this tour group we attended, and there were seven people in addition to me, Lao Pao, and Li Lili. Among them were two girls, one named Lao Gray, who was tall, dark-skinned, sturdy, and walked with a tigerish style, and was said to have Kham blood. is a typical female man. The other is called Ah Mei, tall and thin, very fair skin, unusually delicate, she usually looks quiet, and she doesn't like to talk much. The person in charge of the tour group is called Adong, and there is also a tour guide named Ogawa. As for the others, Li Lili didn't introduce me much.

The tour group took a plane from Guangzhou to Nyingchi, and then took a car from Nyingchi to a small town called Lulang. Stayed in the town for one night and the next morning, started the hike.

The tour group of ten people started from a place called Dongjiugou and set off towards the mysterious tribe. We walked on the road for two whole days, and it was not until the afternoon of the third day that we saw the figure of the mysterious tribe.

We saw a huge valley surrounded by a green forest surrounded by a field of golden wheat. Under the endless blue sky, there are endless golden waves of wheat. The silver river passed through the boundless gold like strings in the sound of cowbells. All the surrounding mountains compete to show their own style, graceful in the golden sunlight. At the foot of the mountain, the leaves of various trees are dazzlingly green and transparent. Here, you can feel the strangeness of the colors of the sky, the flow of the colors of the forest, and the colorful colors of the fields. You can feel the romance of the colors of the seasons, the ethereal colors of time, and the elegance of the colors of the air. You can feel the solemnity of the colors of the mountains, the hazy colors of the water, and the infinite changes in the colors of the sky. Even if it is a leaf, even if it is a small flower, even if it is an ear of wheat, you can feel the subtlety of its color, and you can also feel the vitality of its color.

We stood at the bottom of the hillside and saw a wide field with horses and cows enjoying themselves. The sky above me is blue, and under the blue sky is a blue river. A bend of blue water flowed out of the mountain, like a shiny blue string, through the wide fields. Everyone was stunned by the sight in front of them. Everyone knows that the mysterious tribe has finally arrived. We marvel at the ingenuity of the world, and if it weren't for someone leading the way, no one would have found this place. After that hardship and danger, there is such a fairyland on earth.

At this time, a melodious long tune sounded:

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Under the blood-like sunset,

Our boundless grasslands,

Like a sea of fish panic, the wind rolls up huge waves,

The storm is sweeping from the depths of the sky,

The wind stirs up black waves, surging,

Scattering cattle and sheep, ravaging the grasslands—

The son of Bogda, walking through the ranks with a clear voice. ……

We follow the unclimbable cliffs, and we flow with dull water.

We have destroyed many castles,

It will continue to be in the future - who can resist our strength?

Let's for the Bogda we love -

We will always move forward, stride forward, never fear, never back down! ……

The singing is full of passion and power.

At this time, a woman's singing voice picked up:

Bogda is right in front of you,

By the river, there are flowers that you have brought from afar, and they are brilliant!

The home you love has lit thousands of bonfires,

Welcome to auspicious signs.

Your women, with open arms,

Waiting for you who swept across the battlefield with irresistible bravery,

Return with the Divine Dawn. ……

There is a strange power in the woman's voice, like a mother calling for a wanderer who is far away, and like a girl looking forward to her lover on the way home. This voice infected all the people in the tour group. Guided by this sound, we walked along the string-like river, through the golden wheat waves, all the way.

The tour guide, Ogawa, took us up a hillside, and there were two mountain-like boulders on the hillside, which looked like one from a distance, and only when we got closer could we see that they were two overlapping pieces. There is a narrow gap between the overlapping front and back of the boulders, and this is the only way into the village. We turned out of the boulder and a village came into view. It is a village built entirely on the natural barrier of nature. There are about forty or fifty families living in the village, and all the houses are surrounded by a few large trees, and the shade of the rocks and trees is cleverly used to make it impossible to see that such a village exists.

After entering the village, the guide handed us over to the leader of the tribe. The chief asked his son to take us to the ancestral hall, which was also the residence for the outsiders. The ancestral hall is located at the back of the village, in front of the door is a vacant lot, behind the clearing, there is a wall, inside is a relatively tall building. We walked through the main door, which was a passage and then the lobby of the main building. There is a small door on the left and right of the hall, and behind the small door is a small courtyard. In the middle of the small courtyard is an open-air patio with a room on the left and right.

While everyone was packing up their things, I slipped into the hall of the ancestral hall alone. The front of the hall is dedicated to the ancestral tablets of this tribesman. There was a group of murals on each side of the hall, and I looked at them one by one and understood that they were about the tribe's migration and building a new home. In each of these murals, a white wolf is depicted in a prominent position. It is clear that this tribe believes in the wolf totem.

I looked forward from the last mural, and in front of the first mural, I stopped. The picture shows a tranquil lake, and the mirror-like water reflects the embrace of the mountains. I set my eyes on the picture of the lake. Long.

"These paintings are all about the stories of the tribal ancestors." A voice sounded behind me. I looked back and saw that it was the tour guide Ogawa. I nodded, pointing to the white wolf in the mural. Tour guide Ogawa said, "Legend has it that they are descendants of the wolf clan, and the white wolf in the painting is the protector of their clan. ”

I pointed to the last mural and asked the tour guide if Ogawa knew where it was. The tour guide, Ogawa, smiled and said that of course he knew that the mountain in the painting was Bogda, and the lake was Bogda Lake, which was where the ancestors of the tribe lived.

As the evening approached, the tour guide Ogawa told everyone that tonight, the tour group had arranged a social activity, which was to participate in a bonfire with the people of the tribe. Let everyone experience the song and dance of the tribe and the wine. This event was decided before the departure from Guangzhou, so it was not surprising to everyone.