Head in the direction of memory.
After a long wait in line, we finally completed the exit process at 2 pm Beijing time, and for the next two hours, the Pakistani minibus we took continued to drive on mainland China, approaching the border a little bit.
All the way is still the Tajik village I am familiar with. The distant mountains are as friendly as friends I meet every day. The autumn grass is slightly yellow, and the cattle and sheep are tirelessly eating the last bit of fresh grain before winter, burying their heads deeply in the grass.
There is only a little white snow on the top of the mountain, which does not completely cover the mountain.
It should be a warm winter this year.
When I watched all this rushing past my eyes and leaving behind, I seemed to see the lover who left my house last night, he kissed me and bid farewell, just like this galloping scenery , before I had time to say goodbye, he had disappeared into the night.
I hurriedly made a phone call and told me that I miss you. This is very important for people in love. You can express your love without any scruples at any time.
He said, because of this beginning, there was no choice between you and me, and without our permission, it started very simply, and after we started, we found that this beginning was very beautiful, because I love you in the middle. I don’t think about the result, because I love you is a beautiful result, you inspire the love in my heart and make everything so beautiful.
Yes, everything is so beautiful, the scenery on the road and you in my thoughts.
Went out of the country smoothly, and when I got off the bus and waited, someone from the Pakistani Railway took a group photo. They were on a day trip to the country.
When we arrived in Pakistan, there was basically no inspection. The driver finally changed back to his own lane and started running all the way.
I don’t know when it started, observing mountains is the first thing I do when I arrive at a place. Although it belongs to the same mountain range as some mountains in Taxian County, the differences between the mountains are still very large. The mountains here are high and dangerous, and the canyons are unfathomable.
This famous Karakoram Highway is known as the most dangerous road in the world, and the difficulty of building this road is also the highest in history.
Although the road has long been repaired, a lot of maintenance is inevitable every year. Workers can be seen all the way to clean up the landslide, and several Chinese workers and workers with AKs are interspersed in it, which is very harmonious.
When approaching sost, there is a checkpoint. Register your passport and take a photo. The process is very simple. After about 5 hours, we arrived at the terminal of the international shuttle bus—sost.
There is a simple customs clearance in the station, and then change money, everything is very simple.
Walking out of the station and wandering on the street, a very enthusiastic uncle helped us find a super-cheap car to Hunza.
From here, you will feel the true feelings that you are here to help you because you are Chinese.
It takes about an hour and a half to drive from sost to hunza, passing through many beautiful small villages. Although the autumn is gone, you can still see their beauty.
The mountains here are obviously much higher, high and steep, and the peaks are like sharp swords rushing straight into the sky, as if you can’t see the end even if you look up.
There will be people living in the river valley. Pasu is a relatively large village. There are many slogans piled up with stones on the mountain, saying welcome to Pasu. This is still different from the “Long live the Communist Party” we see in Tibetan areas.
Arrived at hunza after dark, and checked into the hotel where I stayed three years ago by a strange coincidence. I still remember that it was late at night when I arrived, and the window was dark. I was tired and went to bed early. When I woke up the next day, I opened the window and was amazed. to screaming loudly.
In my impression, I have never seen such an autumn. The golden leaves hide the huts, the river valley is covered with houses and trees, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and the autumn is strong. Everything is just right.
But this time, there was no hot water or heating, and I curled up in a ball under the cold blanket, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Everything will move forward, only the memory will stay where it is, and any time you open it, it will be there. This is probably the most precious thing I have in my life. Because every minute and every second of yours is passing away, only the good things remain and become memories.