Chapter 100 Arrived today I made it in time

One of the most important passages leading from Nepal to China is a canyon.The canyon is densely forested, the river under the cliff is deep, and the waterfall on the mountain wall is swift.At the beginning, there were many terraced fields on the slope, but the mountain became more and more dangerous as we went north, and then there were only a kind of uncanny lines left, teasing the light and color between the clouds and the sky.All this clearly indicates that there should be a big scene ahead. Sure enough, in the distance there was a sky-wall-like peak that blocked the sky, so it became the end of the canyon.Because the distance is still far away, the haze is indistinct, permeating into a kind of lead gray.

The sun is shining today, and the melting water from the snow-capped mountains has increased. When the waterfalls on the mountain walls fall, they cannot be fully included in the culverts, and they are gurgling on the road.Several of our cars simply stopped, took out the washing tools, and washed each car carefully with this cold water.It's like getting home soon, and when you see the smoke from the kitchen, hurry down to the river beach to wash your face, and calm your heartbeat with cold water. It's really not a normal return home.We came back step by step along the Sinai Desert, the Golan Heights, and the Iranian mountains. We drank the water from the Nile River, the Tigris River, and the Indus River in one gulp. We wiped away thousands of years of tears. The sigh of the ruins came back one by one, and we came back from one station to another with the doubts of ancient times and the shock of reality.

We're going to bring it all back into one place.Already close, just ahead, we read it after parting. There is a review in the sentence "I understand it after parting."We've been snuggling it, sucking it, complaining about it, belittling it, berating it.It took thousands of years of eyes and feet to walk out of one way, and we often laugh at why it doesn't go the other way.It has managed to keep a family business, a reputation, and a dignity in the vicissitudes of life. We often say lightly what to keep these things for.We are spoiled and arrogant, sometimes we think it has too many wrinkles, and sometimes we think it has a bad complexion. This time we left it to look at it from far and near, and we were finally surprised, finally ashamed, and finally annoyed.

The sound of the water under the canyon is getting louder and louder. Turning your head and looking down from the car window is already dangerous.Suddenly, like a miracle, a bridge across the canyon appeared. The bridge was very long and there were buildings on both sides of the bridge. Seemingly having a premonition, he immediately stopped the car and looked up. There was a gate made of white stone at the head of the opposite bridge, on which the name of a country was clearly engraved in huge Song style gold characters. I stopped, all my companions stopped, and no one made a sound.Just listen to the sound of the water under the canyon like thunder.

I shouted from the bottom of my heart: Motherland, I finally arrived in time today. Our generation was born too late to speak up for you when you needed it most.We people are too lazy to visit your distant relatives and neighbors sooner.We are also often too trivial to understand your image in thick lines and large outlines.But after all, there is still time, the new century has just arrived, and we have finally arrived in time. Nepal Customs is doing the exit formalities for us at this end of the bridge.We looked on tiptoe and saw many people standing on the bridge. After inquiring, it turned out that the Tibetan residents knew about our itinerary on TV and came to welcome us.Led by several middle-aged women and a bearded old man, it seems that hada and barley wine have been prepared for us.

The altitude here is 1,900 meters, and after passing the customs, enter Zhangmu Town, which is 2,600 meters.The air was already cold, so I changed into a down jacket in the car. The convoy started again, crossing the canyon, passing through the crowd, and slowly driving into the white stone gate. On January 1, 2000, from Nepal to the border town of Zhangmu in China, staying overnight in Zhangmu Hotel