You can't miss it this time.

On the one hand, I left the idea two years ago, and on the other hand, I wanted to test my old arms and legs. After all, the lowest altitude from Nuorong Cattle Farm to Milk Sea is above 4,200 meters. Me? Can I do that?

They all say: women can't say it casually, men can't say no, I think so, right?

Thick hair, from a cattle farm in Luo Rong, there is a man and a woman and a Tibetan friend. The name of the male Tibetan buddy is also Luo Rong.

All my possessions, including food and water, fell on their shoulders, leaving only the camera in my hand.

Stepping on the elastic grass, we walked happily and looked back at the snow-capped mountains (it should be Shanuoduoji) easily. Many tourists stroll here.

If it is not reflective, you really can't see that it is a stone in the water. It is rare to see such clear water.

People with horses are lucky, because when I arrived at Nuorong Cattle Farm, all the horses going to Naihai had been rented out. People are really rich these days, and 300 yuan can't stop people from riding horses. I was angry and jealous when I saw them riding horses-it seems that it is time to raise the price.

Climbing up a hillside and looking back at Shannuoduoji, we just set foot on a small river ditch. Although it is difficult to breathe, the people of China can overcome any difficulty.

However, after this, I already feel a little difficult to breathe. Fortunately, it's windy here. Besides breathing on my own, the wind can force me to fill some air. But at this time, I still feel ok, and I don't have the symptoms that people who study health all day have after a little exercise. So I took the telephoto from my Tibetan friends and put it in my pocket. Of course, the tripod didn't hold back. I'll let them go first. Don't wait for me for a while. I'm sure I can keep up.

There is no standard way to hold your breath and take pictures with a tripod, but at this moment I find it very difficult to hold your breath here. After a while, I will bend over and take a deep breath, which is a long time.

There is indeed a road in the milk sea, but that road is really a road with many people (and horses). In addition to rain, there is a mixture of horse manure and horse urine.

Although this kind of sharp stone is practical to step on, it is laborious. After all, it is this altitude.

Seeing the caravan again, they can actually let the empty horse go back instead of picking up a tourist on the road. Are you afraid Matthew is tired?

During the difficult journey, fewer and fewer people walked, but when they asked the people who walked back how far ahead, they all replied: I don't know. That means they didn't go at all, and my confidence gradually disappeared!

This is a donkey friend resting on the side of the road.

After crossing the mountain, I found that there were still donkey friends waiting. These are panting donkey friends. Well, tourists who come here can really be called "donkey friends".

Every time you climb a slope about 10 meter, you should stop to catch your breath for a while. The abyss is at your feet. Think about your buddy's courage!

This "observation deck" suddenly appeared in the valley, and the young people ran happily to pose. And I can only rely on the stone panting, and at most I will raise my hand and pat the photos with envy.

When I climbed another mountain to get here, I thought I had arrived. This place seems to be the starting point, and it can also be said that it is equivalent to the station, which is both the end and the starting point. But where is the ocean? At this time, I was almost desperate. My left hipbone shaft hurts when I step on it, and my lungs start to eat and drink unwillingly.

I can't help it. I can only keep breathing on the stone, or occasionally pick up the camera and press the shutter one by one. I found that I didn't notice the high-end atmosphere around me because of difficulty breathing. Besides. . . I am completely separated from my Tibetan friends now. It's almost 2 pm. I was thirsty and hungry all the way. Everything is in the bag of Tibetan friends, and now I can't even drink enough northwest wind.

At this place, I really can't. Sitting on the ground, the most thoughts in my mind are: go back and leave! I am old, but a young man! I am Han nationality, compared with Tibetans! It's really hard for me to recall the road I came. I backed out immediately. But move on? To tell the truth, I don't even have the idea of standing up at this moment. Ask people who walk back, and the answer is actually different. Someone actually suggested that I climb the slope of 5 or 60 meters around first. It is said that climbing can see the five-color sea, and then walking can see the milk sea. At this time, I have lost confidence in any uphill direction, so I decided where is flat and where is downhill!

Finally, I decided to go ahead and walk again. It's hard to go back anyway. When I overcame all difficulties and stood up and stumbled forward, the wind was too strong, and I was a little unstable, my eyes were uncomfortable, and what was more uncomfortable was hunger and thirst. . .

I rubbed the eyes of the stars and looked forward. What a surprise! Here we are!

Ha, ha, ha, so the road always ends! At this time, my eyes didn't flower, my legs didn't hurt, and my breathing was smooth. I'm sure it tastes good! Where can I eat?

The beautiful scenery that came in an instant greatly shocked me. The wind is very strong. Let's go against the wind. We are thirsty and hungry. Let's go against the wind! Forward, forward, forward. . . . . !

This sudden shock has been going on. According to my travel practice, it should be near the lake. However, after walking a few hundred meters, the shock has passed halfway, and leg pain and hunger are coming together. I even began to wonder how to set porcelain with a donkey friend who took pictures by the lake. Maybe they even have a little extra food in their bags. Unfortunately, when I took the initiative to say hello, and then described how I overcame many difficulties and dangers and how I struggled to eat without touching a grain of rice, he, a new socialist youth, had no sympathy at all, just said lightly: This angle is not bad. . .

Damn it. . . Stop it!