Tears fall on Hoh Xil

Author: Yang Xin'an
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: In the rain curtain, we all held our breath, hoping they would smoothly drive through the mud onto the highway. Because if they had an issue on the shoulder, not only would the goods be damaged and result in economic losses, but the vehicles behind would be stuck here, and we wouldn’t be able to pass either. If that happened, our situation would be even worse—both time would be wasted and we’d be stuck in a bind. Fortunately, the drivers on the Qinghai-Tibet Road are among the best. They have been driving on this colorful road for years, with extensive experience in high-altitude driving. Any storms they’ve weathered would leave drivers from the plains speechless. The two trucks in front finally escaped the danger and drove steadily onto the highway. Now, it was our turn to show what we could do. Xiao Nie was a quiet person, with a always calm expression on his face. You couldn’t see joy or worry on it. But he was definitely a man of understanding. Facing this situation, his heart couldn’t help but feel a bit tense. Experienced drivers know that in this situation, once the car leaves the highway and enters the shoulder, there’s no turning back. Either the car would be stranded, move forward, or even overturn. Among these, moving forward was the best option, even if it was just inching forward by a centimeter. He sat in the driver’s seat, hesitating for a long time, making various judgments in his mind. After a while, he said nothing. A little later, he opened the door and got out, sliding and slipping along the muddy shoulder until he reached the other side of the highway. He spoke to the person who had been directing the trucks a few words. The man was stepping on his shoes to shake off the thick mud., Xiao Nie had asked him for help to direct our car to pass. The man really helped. Without a word, he slid back down the highway.Wow, I suddenly understood the meaning of what L had said, "When a car reaches the mountain pass, there will surely be a way; when a boat reaches the bridgehead, it will naturally find a path." Its specific meaning is that anyone who encounters difficulties on the Qinghai-Tibet Road will help you. Xiao Nie happily ran over, wiping the rain from his head and face, not even bothering to shake off the mud from his feet. He opened the door and started the car. An unknown driver on the Qinghai-Tibet Road stood in the rain curtain, signaling the car forward while backing up. My eyes were blurred by something misty, and I realized it was a feeling that couldn’t be expressed in words. We hadn’t even spoken to him, and in my memory, he was just an ordinary person, like the hundreds or thousands of people I saw every day. The range of my vision was blurred by tears and rain, and the air was silent. I could only hear my heart pounding with excitement. Only when the car roared onto the highway did I regain my composure, and the tightness in my heart eased slightly. The rain outside grew heavier, and the windshield wipers on the front window worked tirelessly, but the glass remained foggy with rain. The temperature outside was low, while the temperature inside the car was high, and a thick layer of fog had formed on the inside of the glass. Xiao Nie wiped it with a towel, and the visibility improved slightly. He started the car, and the engine roared as the car moved forward slowly. Everyone’s hearts relaxed a bit, and their attention shifted back to the worry about fuel. But where was the fuel? Suddenly, Xiao Nie shouted, "Not good! Why isn’t the steering wheel moving?"