迭部扎尕那格桑梅朵民宿·餐厅

Onion fungus, morel stewed chicken, garlic lettuce, taste is OK, good service

As we spiraled up the winding mountain road, the lush greenery deepened beyond the car window. As the road curved, a village nestled among jagged peaks suddenly came into view, and a suffocating sense of shock washed over me—this was Zhagana. It resembled a forgotten stone palace, its surrounding mountains a natural wall, towering majestically in an ageless silence. The bare rock at the summit shone a cold grayish-white; below, a lush forest gently blanketed the mountainside, layer upon layer of dark green, emerald green, and indigo blue, like a giant blanket. At the foot of the mountain, Tibetan wooden houses were scattered in an orderly pattern on the gentle slope. Their solid structure, white walls, and black window frames gave them a remarkably serene appearance in the sunlight. Wisps of smoke curled from the rooftops, like the earth's tranquil breath. I abandoned the car and walked, following the stream toward the village. The stream's clear, gurgling sound is ever-present, washing over the rounded pebbles in the riverbed. Barley stalks stand tall by the roadside, and faded prayer flags sway gently in the breeze, each flutter a silent chant. Occasionally, a local in Tibetan robes passes by, their tanned faces bearing simple, shy smiles. They're not eager to engage in conversation, simply nodding briefly before continuing to herd their cattle and sheep, blending into the landscape. Here, the boundary between man and nature blurs; they are an integral part of the landscape. Climbing to an observation deck near the village, the entire valley is unobstructed. Sunlight filters through gaps in the clouds, casting shifting specks of light, illuminating a patch of farmland and caressing a mountain ridge, like the gentle guidance of a deity. Time seems to flow exceptionally slowly here, so slowly that you can hear the drifting clouds, so slowly that you can see the footsteps of light and shadow wandering across the mountains. The oppressive feeling brought by the massive mountain gradually gave way to a sense of complete, enveloping, protected tranquility. As we left, dusk gradually fell, and the lights in the valley gradually lit up, like stars scattered among the human world. Zhagana, though silent, has left its detached tranquility deeply imprinted in my bag and memory. #SonglikeJourney #PlayOutdoors #SceneryOutdoor