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The sun in the highlands is so hot, and in the eyes of Inqing taki, a pink radiance can hardly be seen near the Budara Palace. He heard what was being shouted with a loudspeaker and in Mandarin. He could only understand a few words and could not understand what the shout meant.
The crowd was crowded, everyone was screaming, and In Qingheng Dodjie had no idea which direction to go or what had happened.
Wangjie! “Da Wangjie!” he shouted, “He felt like a crow and his voice was evaporating in the heat, flying to a place nobody knew, and nobody could hear it.”
Da Wangjie was the one who pulled the cart, and of the five who went along with him, he was the only one who spoke best, better than many Hanmen from Fujian, Guangdong, who had worked on it during the years of selling weed. Da Wangji has been squeezed to the point where In Qing Qing Qiang has been in a state of panic and has been stunned.
“What’s the matter? What’s the matter?” He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man next to him, shouting, “The palace is flying away!” We’re flying away! I’m sorry.
“How did the Budala Palace fly away? “Don’t lie to me! I’m sorry.
“What am I lying to you for? It’s the ELN. You can’t see the sign on the wall? The man said,
It was then that the sound of the alarm was long, and the sound of the amplifier became very quick, and In Qingi fell on the ground with his soft legs, and it was on the right and the left that everyone fell. The ground is shaking so hard, the sound of a luminous sound is coming from the sky, and In-ching can’t see anything or hear anything, and sits on the floor and says the truth over and over again.
Inqing! In-qing! Little Wangjie’s voice was ringing in his ear, “Cut your head! This way. Come on!
In Qingdong Dajie, who was dragged down on his knees and bowed down, saw something huge rising from afar, covering the sun. The crowd was quiet, the chanting of the scriptures was sounding, and it gradually became a flood, and the hands were rounded up over their heads, touching in turn their foreheads, their lips, their foreheads, and then kneeling down on their knees and touching their foreheads.
“They say the Budala Palace is flying away, but that’s impossible, Wangjie! After one head, he complained to the people around him.
“I saw it with my own eyes. @Jan25: #Jan25 #Jan25
Tens of thousands of pilgrims were crowded with Budala Palace Square, and at this point everyone looked up and looked at the grand palace that had been built during the Seven-century Shaggy Dynasty. The Red Mountains beneath the House of Budala hang at a height of 3.5 metres, and if you stand under the palace and look up, you can see that the 144 silver pipeline stretches from the centre to the outskirts of the mountain in a radioactive form. The cut-off base of the mountain appears to be flat, with large pieces of rubble falling and then being pushed around by the net on the superconductor base.
Magnetic glue liquids injected into the pipes were excluded from the Maynas effect of the base superconductor, raising the red mountain and the huge building on it.
As a result of the constant fine-tuning of the attitude-adjusted engines installed in various parts of the palace, there was no swing at the Budala Palace, but with the flaming blues of those engines, the ancient buildings began to moan with structural changes and the copper bells hanging on the roof were ringing.
A radio conversation was brought by a command vehicle parked in Lokang Park, behind the Boudala Palace:
Wind? I’m sorry.
It’s controlled. I’m sorry.
“Adoption”?
It’s controlled. I’m sorry.
“Are you satisfied with the injection? I’m sorry.
“You can start anytime. I’m sorry.
“Good, engine offline. In three. Three, two, one. I’m sorry.
The green light on more than 200 attitude-adjusted engines went out at the same time, the Bodala Palace experienced a clear swing in the breeze, when eight four-wing drones in the sky and eight working vehicles on the ground sprayed the water column at the same time, the mist covered the palace, and each of the injection machines was equipped with 400 jets, each of which was controlled directly by the Supercomputer of the National Computing Centre, “Ten River VII B”, which was located far from Tianjin, and adjusted the current angle and flow at any time in accordance with weather conditions and palace conditions, to change the ratio of the medium to the dehydration agent to ensure the accuracy of the operation.
An hour later, when the refilling exercise was completed, a light yellow, transparent ellipse wrapped the Budala Palace completely, like a giant amber with a long axis of 400 metres and a short axis of 150 metres. Numerous fixed lassos tie the sphere to the superconductor base, and the great palace is completely static, with even a red-tongull that cannot escape cruising on its roof. The very light weight of 40 million cubic metres of aerogel adds less than 4,000 tons to the Boudala Palace, which, if it were Amber, would be lighter than the clouds.
The reciter is growing, and the believers are prostrating, whether or not they understand what it means.
“Okay, well, have a drink. “Young Hyeong-tung has a laziness.
“Come on, Yang.” She said, “This is the beginning.” I’m sorry.
In-qing (1)
When In Qing Qi was three years old, he had a fever, and he could never see anything, and he saw nothing far or near, and Moira took him by car to the country and to the county, where he said he had children with cataracts, had trouble with the country and had trouble with the county, and had a thousand kilometres away from her. When the family was poor, unable to cure it, it was delayed for more than a decade, and In-qing was unable to see it, and he remained out of school.
He lives in the village of Curta, which has 50 families and is one of the smallest villages in Mancon County. The village of Qur’ata lies next to Mount Mancang, where there is a temple called the Lebu Temple, in which the Qingdaki (uncle) Aku is a Lama. Inqing was unable to help her family with her grazing, so Dad asked her to help her with herbal tea at the Lebu Temple, where the light was on, and she could barely read the words on the paper, so she occasionally asked her to copy the scripture.
He can’t read the scriptures, but he likes to sketch out all kinds of shapes. He also likes the smell of soaking oil, fragrances and scrolls in Akou ‘ s room. Every afternoon, the sun comes in from a window towards the west, and the various tastes are steamed with heat, and In-ting feels that the luminous glow of the ocean allows him to see Buddha in heaven.
But as he grows older, his eyesight is getting worse, and whatever he looks at is a wave of colours. The work of copying the scriptures naturally ended, and it became difficult to pour a cup of tea. He began to sit in the temple all day, and he was sulking.
And one day he was called to his side, and took up his hand and put it on his forehead, and said: Touch what is this? “In Qingdaki touched a hard ball in the middle of Akou’s forehead, and strangely said, “What is this?” I’m sorry.
“It’s called “Chaps Jump” and “The Eye.” “I went to the temple as a child, became a Manji in the temple when I was seven years old, learned my lesson, three times in Quitri and seven times in Green, and then became a Lama.” But the more you learn, the more you feel your eyes are not far away, your ears are not far away, you know nothing, you know nothing. The senior teacher, Changgen Ari-Rinpoche, said that he should leave the temple and go outside to study, so I went on my own road to the palace of Budara. I fell all the way to Budala Palace, walked for nine months, and then I figured it out, and I saw it, and I had this sky’s eye. Your eyes are not good, but if you wish to go to Budara with determination, you will be able to see clearly. I’m sorry.
“Really? “Can you see everything with your eyes?” I’m sorry.
“Really, I can still see things people can’t see. “The Ace touched his head, said.
When he returned home that night, In Qingdaki told his parents that he was going to go to Budara Palace with his long head. At last, she said, “In Qing, when you say you are going to worship, you must have heard the call of the Tenen Day. Wait till you’re 18, but you can’t go alone. You can’t go to Lassard on your own! You have to find someone with you. I’m sorry.
Dad said, “It’s a thousand miles to Lhasa, you know? Four or five people must be found, or I disagree. Ask the two sons of Jin-mi, Wangedawa and Wangedaba. They’re good boys. If the village doesn’t find it, go to the village of Gitso, and the village of Ando, find the village of Gobo. I’m sorry.
“Yes! “In view of the vagueness of the mother and father in front of the fireplace, Jen answered aloud.
Shen Qingping (1)
On 4 June 2050, at 4 p.m., Shen Qingping ‘ s plane landed at Cavantran International Airport in Geneva, Switzerland. This was the second time that he had led the Chinese delegation to a plenary meeting of the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change), and it was no stranger to Geneva. As soon as the delegation had settled at the Intercontinental Hotel, he left the hotel alone and took a taxi to the IPCC headquarters building at Peace Avenue II.
The Chairman of IPCC, Dr. Chaudhry Chopanon, met with Qingping Shen in his office. “Director Shen, I know you came here for that report. I have met most of the heads of delegations in two days. “The two men sat down on the couch and Dr. Chopanon poured two cups of red tea for themselves and his guests.
“Then I’ll stop. “Ar12-4 (fourth report during the IPCC 12th Assessment) is true? Is it true that this report will be released at the Assembly tomorrow? I’m sorry.
The Indian IPCC Chair added a spoonful of sugar to the red tea. “WMO (World Meteorological Organization) and UNEP (United Nations Environment Programme) have already evaluated the report, which will be made public tomorrow at 9 a.m. by Dr. Mark Kausworth, Co-Chair of Working Group I. In fact, data from China is an important part of the report, and you should know that. I’m sorry.
Shen Qing turned up and rushed to say, “The part of China’s responsibility I know very well, but I didn’t expect Working Group I to come to that amazing conclusion! I’m sorry.
Dr. Chopanon took the cup and put it down, adding a spoon of sugar: “Well, indeed, all the weather and geology experts around the world have discovered this pattern, and the statistics for the last five years are fully consistent with the mathematical model of the theory, Shen, and you know that this is the right conclusion. I’m sorry.
“…shit! Shen Qingping scolded a obnoxious word and threw a bit of gas on the back of the couch, saying, “I’ve always been afraid of a nightmare coming true, but I didn’t expect this to happen! According to AR12-4, this trend will continue to intensify, reaching its peak in five years. Five years… five years enough for what? I’m sorry.
Dr. Chopanon, while adding sugar to the red tea, replied calmly: “You see that Working Group I proposed a possible option in its report, and that the agenda of the General Assembly the day after tomorrow would be to consider the monsoon earthquake zone framework convention, which, if agreed, would be voted upon in the United Nations General Assembly a month later. It is true that the time left for us is not too much, but do not lose hope. I’m sorry.
“It’s impossible, it’s impossible. “I looked at the report, I looked at the agenda of the General Assembly, I couldn’t believe what I saw in my eyes, I couldn’t help but come to you to confirm it. Listen to your own words, this is a total loss of heart, five years, just five years. I’ll see you tomorrow. * He takes up a cup of tea and drinks it without sugar and stands up and says *
“Okay, see you tomorrow.” The IPCC president stood up and shook his hand, took him out of his office, walked a few meters, looked back and said, “How many spoons of sugar did you put?” At our age, we should be careful with blood sugar, Jodley! I’m sorry.
Dr. Jopanon smiled with a cup of tea: “Five spoons of sugar, one ounce of milk, that’s what Darjelling tea is for, Shen. If we had the worst intentions, we would have lived only five more years. Why fear diabetes? I’m sorry.
“What if we did? The crazy guy figured it out? Shen Qingping looked at him.
“If even the Earth’s retrofitting program can be accomplished, what can we do to treat the region’s diabetes? “Chopanon gave him a cup of tea and smiled for milk from the cup.
Shen Qingping stunned and spat and walked away.
Yang Hyeong-tung (1)
The day that changed his fate was rather sudden for Yang Henton.
When he closed the door and took off his head while he was playing with the baby camera, he drank white wine with peanut rice, and the red phone went off. Yang Hung-tung grabbed the phone and heard the voice of Zhao Jonghai, the chief of the Zhao Tibetan station. I’m sorry.
“What? “What head?” I’m sorry.
“You have 10 minutes! The phone was hung up.
Is it not a human life that Yang Heng-tung is wearing clothes while cursing his mother, that he has just taken the convoy back to the group, and has come before he gets his ass hot?
Just after he had been put on, the guard called out a report outside the door, saying that the Jeep of the chief of the military section had entered the gate of the post, that the council had gone out to greet him, that Yang Heng had cried out to the heavens and the earth and that he had taken his hat and ran away. As soon as I got out of the building, I saw three Panthers with their license plates in the yard, and Zhao was talking to the Regiment, and I saw him walking up and saying, “Drink again!” I’m sorry.
“It’s just a ride back and who’s going down to the base?” Why didn’t you say hello in advance? @JanHun #jan25 #jan25
The doors of the first two Land Cruisers were opened at that time, and it was a general and a Lieutenant General who stepped out of the vehicle. “The 20th Autobots of the Kawakawa Tibetan Station, Yang Heng, was told by Yang Hing to take a breath of coolness and stand up and salute.” They are the first and second leaders of the Chengdu Military Region.
Zhao Songhai explained: “This is the Yang of the Skyroad Band, who has just come back with his car for 12 days and has not yet come back, usually not as a coward. I’m sorry.
“I’ve seen it before. Red-faced, sip of wine. Zhang Fai, Commander of the Military Region, took a look up and down and said, “Have you been drinking?” What does article 2 of the Regulation on the Strict Control of Alcohol Consumption say? “It’s in Sichuan Ya’an.”
“Reporter, the second rule is “no drinking while on duty, on duty, in the line of duty or on a combat mission.” “You can’t stand up to me.”
“What should we do with violators? Zhang Fai asks:
“The head of the report shall be warned, severely warned, and if the effects are particularly severe and have serious consequences, he shall be demoted, declassified and downgraded! The voice of Yang replied loudly.
Zhang Fai turned to Zhao Binghai and laughed, “This guy’s got a good back. Nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry.
Zhao Binghai said, “This is called repeated teaching, and now it’s easy to write a review, and it won’t take an hour to write a three thousand word review. If it hadn’t been for his drinking, he’d have taken it seriously. I’m sorry.
Yang Heng whispered, “I closed the door and drank, and I pissed who…”
Zhao Binhai looked at Zhang and waved at his hand, and said to Yang: “We have a task for you today, when we come down to Yaan.” Yang Henton, tell me if the Skyroads are the best car in the whole military region! I’m sorry.
As soon as you heard that, the head of the commandant’s eyes were lit up: “The Skyroad Band is not only the best car in the military region, but also the best, toughest and best combat car in the country!” Over the past 102 years, our group has been travelling more than 900,000 times, delivering more than 2 million tons of supplies, creating 1.6 billion kilometres, equivalent to 40,000 laps around the Earth, running for 19,000 hours without major casualties…”
“You’re in trouble. How dare you? Zhang Fai shouted to interrupt his speech.
How dare you! @JanHunsung shouts:
“This mission, will you take it? Zhang Chiu-do.
How dare you! Yeung Yeung Yeung shouts, with red faces.
“Good. “The commander of the military region went into the regiment building with the heads of the stars in the next light.
Zhao Jonghai came and filmed Yang’s shoulder and said, “Drink a pill and wake up. You’ve got a big problem.” I’m sorry.
Yang Heung-tung is in the fog. Crossing the walls of the Skyroad Crusades, it is possible to see the mountains high above the sky, and Yang does not need a high-line map to see a silver snake circled over the south-west through the mountains, across the Tibetan Plateau to Lhasa, 2,000 kilometres away.
Jan, this is the boundary between the Tibetan plateau and the Sichuan basin, the starting point of the complex landscape of the river’s Tibetan highway, the wounds caused by an 8.4-degree earthquake two years ago were far from being recovered, and the arrival of the chief of the military region was about to be felt, linked to the growing frequency of large and extraordinary earthquakes in recent years.
In-qing (2)
One month after In Qinge ‘ s eighteenth birthday, In Qinge received an identity card and found a companion for his pilgrimage, the first one he found was Wangedawa.
Wangedawa, a brother of the Wangjian brothers, was called by the village as Dae Wangji, who, at the age of 15 and 6, went up the hill to dig weeds, then on a motorcycle to climb up to the Zheba Shan mouth, sold herbs to the interiorers who drove on their own, making a lot of money, and then the earthquake increased, 318 State roads were often interrupted, and his business went back to the village to split up. As he said, he was the first person to think of him and to go to Budala Palace.
As soon as Dae Wangjie listened, he said, “I can’t. I know I can’t stand it. I’m not going to make it to Zhaogon!” But my brother is the most devout man, and he’s been trying to get his head down, and you need to find him, and I’m coming with you. I’m strong and I have some money. I’ll take care of the truck. I’m sorry.
Inqing knew that it was very important for the people on the Pilgrim road to pull a flat, to walk with food and tents, to make three meals a day, to find a place to stay, and to have the help of Dae Wangji, who was happy to say yes. He then found Wangjee Jr., and his brother Wangje Dawa was born on Monday, so his name is Dawa (Monday), and his brother Wangjebamba was born on Saturday, so his name is Bamba (Saturday). Little Wang Jie went to the Buddha with his heart when he was a child and said yes.
Then In Qing went to the village of Jitso, not far away, to find Nam Ping, where he opened a teahouse, and where his mother made the best tea in the whole country. In Qing was struck by a beam in the back of the head in an earthquake, where his finger was unable to hold a pen and did not go to school, where he used to play regularly.
On that day, In Qingdaki called Da Wangji, Xiao Wangjie, Wangchang and Sonam to the house, and his parents watched the five young people, aged 89 and 20, and said nothing to anyone. After a long time, In-qing said, “Dad and Mom, we’re leaving now.” “It’s time for me to get down on my knees.”
Dad grunted from his nostrils, noded his head in black, pulled a white piece of paper out of his robe and left it on his back. In Qing can’t read anything on that paper, but he can see the red jab on the cover of the PSB, “it is a certificate issued by the PSB, which is the proof that will allow him to slit his head. “I’ve seen Big Wang Jie say,
Grandma gave you tea, poured a bowl and a bowl, and finally, she cried, took out a big bag from the drawer and opened it with a thick green apron and a little bag. The apron was sewn with a tarp full of sheep’s skin, thick, heavy and warm; it contained several handplugs, $3,000, and two yellow teeth.
She said, “You have to wear an apron on the way, or your knees will hurt. If the apron breaks, I’ll send you a new one. Don’t buy it on the street. It’s expensive and useless. When I opened my mouth, I could see a black hole with a tooth missing in my mouth.
She said, “You have to put your teeth on the pillars of the Temple of Tashu. Do you hear me? I’m sorry.
And she said, “I’m not in pain. I’ll save enough money, and you and your father will have a golden tooth.” Let’s go after tea and say it won’t snow any more. You guys have to help In-qing. He’s blind. Don’t let him fall. I’m sorry.
In Qing Qing Dong Zhi fell on his head and left home.
At the entrance of the village, a large number of people came out, and In-qing’s Akou gave five men a pair of “Chuck New (wood board on long head)” with hardwood, and the tape was not a piece of tape cut off from the tires, but a well-established oxen band. The Jaeger San Joo Lama said it was made by the Temple Lama himself, even if it came all the way to Lhasa. He gave In-qing a copy of the Mother’s Book, brought back from the Serdar-ming Buddhist Academy, and wished the road good luck, with the angels as its refuge.
Had a long neck full of Hada, Inqingh, Xiao Wangjie, Wangchang and Sonam walked out of the village and fell upon the first long head on the pilgrimage road. Da Wangerra walked in front of the flat-bed car, which was packed with stuff and covered with plastic cloth.
“It’s a good weather. It’s a good sign. Little Wangjie looked up at the blue sky and said,
It was mid-March, the first few days of snow, but the sun was almost tanned, and the dark road appeared.
“Yeah. Inqing also looked at the sky and said: His eyes, covered by fog, can see the sun, and for him it is a bright spot in the dark blue world, far away and warm.
Shen Qingping (2)
On the afternoon of the second day of the IPCC Congress, the atmosphere was as heavy as a grave, and after yesterday ‘ s hysteria, representatives from one hundred and eighty-two member States finally accepted (at least ostensibly) the cruel facts reported in AR12-4.
Shen Qingping knew that they had reached the third stage in the five psychological phases of rejection, anger, bargaining, frustration and acceptance, at least to sit down and analyse the problem more rationally. The struggle is inevitable, and why does he not want to buy more time for the report to come later?
The presentation is being made by Dr. Mark Kacusworth, Co-Chair of Working Group I, who is behind him on a projection screen showing today ‘ s topic: the consideration of the United Nations Convention on the monsoon Seismic Belt.
“I shall briefly describe the main elements of the framework convention. “The middle-aged white man from the National Center for Environmental Prediction pushed a pair of glasses at the roundabout:
“Part I, Analysis of observations of earthquakes above the 6th degree on the Richter scale over the past two or five years, gives patterns of distribution and frequency patterns of earthquakes in the three global seismic bands. In short, over the past hundred years, the world has experienced an average of about 200 earthquakes per year from above the sixth level, nearly 20 earthquakes from above the seventh level and nearly three earthquakes from above the eighth level. Statistics over the past two or five years indicate that the frequency of devastating earthquakes is increasing, with more than five earthquakes of eight or more magnitudes occurring globally, in 2039, with the epicentre of the earthquake, located 15 kilometres south-east of São Paulo, Brazil, having almost destroyed the entire city at the point of eight or nine, a massive disaster rare in human history; and in 2049, 12 earthquakes of more than eight magnitudes occurred throughout the year, killing nearly 700,000 people, injuring 20 million people, leaving 40 million homeless and causing direct global economic losses of over $1 trillion. It is noteworthy that almost all of these earthquakes are concentrated on the plate junction, while the frequency of earthquakes in other regions of the earthquake belt has been declining. I’m sorry.
Shen Qing Qing was in the process of turning the pen around, thinking of the massive earthquakes and earthquakes that had struck China in recent years in the Qingxia Plateau earthquake area. Although the Tibetan, Sichuan and Gansu regions had generally raised the level of resistance to earthquakes in recent years, several earthquakes with very shallow sources had caused enormous loss of life and property, and the Katoshi road, which was the road to life in the Tibetan East, had been devastated. At that time, the military airport in Kawasi had been saturated and military transport aircraft had sustained the lives of numerous highland villages whose traffic had been interrupted until the motorists broke through the road and risked their lives to enter the complex break belt. At that time, he was on the front line of the earthquake as Deputy Secretary of the Crisis Relief Command, and who thought of the earthquake after the earthquake was in the highlands for three years.
Dr. Kosworth continued: “Second part, analysis of the causes of earthquakes. The current tectonic theory is the dominant view of the cause of earthquakes, and we conclude by comparing data — you can see in the annex all the statistics, graphs and three-dimensional models of monsoon block movements — that global monsoons are the greatest cause of earthquakes. The monsoon-seismic zone theory is a five-year study by the IPCC Project Group I, which uses supercomputers to calculate the data model, although it is an alarming view in the academic world, but after yesterday’s big discussion, it is believed that you have been able to confirm its validity.
This theory is based on the point of departure that global monsoons are increasing as a result of global warming. Although scientists suggested four or five years ago that global warming would have an impact on the monsoon, it was only in 2035 that we actually measured a significant change in monsoon intensity by technical means: the rate of circulation from latitude to atmosphere increased by an average of 0.004 per cent per year, that is, the current rate of global atmospheric movement is 29.1 per cent higher than when the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change was signed! The increase in monsoon activity has contributed to the intensification of earthquakes in two ways: first, the effect of monsoons on the tectonic mountain ranges, and, second, the accumulation of strong rainfall on the edge of the plate due to the isolation of strong tropical monsoons from the mountains, which has led to a structural bending of the plate under pressure, resulting in a marginal shift. The synergy between the two resulted in an increase of about two centimetres per year in the average rate of movement of several large plates, resulting in tearing, crushing and increased friction between the plates, leading to an earthquake.
According to the model, the circulation rate of the atmosphere will continue to accelerate, and we have reached the peak of the global earthquake, which will reach its peak in five years. Although countries had made considerable progress in implementing the Framework Convention on Climate Change, the cumulative effects of greenhouse gases could not be eliminated in a short period of time, and the world was still warming and warming. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, there was a buzzing noise. The representative of Mexico, sitting next to Shen Qingping, explored what had been said, and Shen Qingping was not in the mood to wear an interpreter.
Dr. Mark Kosworth clears his voice and waits for the venue to calm down. Part Three, Response. Having proposed and rejected countless programmes, we have determined that this is the only viable plan, although everyone considers it crazy. I’m sorry.
“In the foreseeable future, global temperatures are still a slow-onset curve, and we have thought about changing global warming trends by absorbing greenhouse gases and deploying half-light film-covering in outer orbit. Technically, many options are feasible, but our enemies are not technology, but time. In just five years, humanity will not be in a position to turn science fiction into reality and will only confront nature with the weapons in its hands. I’m sorry.
“Blast those mountains and let the monsoon pass through the edge of the plate with a smooth slope. Explosives and shovels are ancient weapons of humanity, and we are now using them to save the world. I’m sorry.
“Standing the Alps (Asia-Europe plate and Africa plate), the Himalayas (Asia-Europe plate and Indian Ocean plate), the Rockies (American plate and Pacific plate) and the Andes (American plate and Antarctic plate). That’s what UNFCMB is about, ladies and gentlemen, the voting machine is on your hands. I’m sorry.
Dr. Kosworth looked at the watch with his wrist, “Tick, tick. That’s five short years. I’m sorry.
Yang Hyun-tung (2)
The heads of the military regions snuck away in a JV, leaving Yang Hengtung in the conference room. “Do you understand?” I don’t think I understand. I’m sorry.
Yang Hyeong-tung gave a vibe, and his hands turned to his face and said, “What can you say if you don’t know shit and look back at the briefing and don’t say, “Stratefully do it”? I’m going back to the house. We’ll talk about this later this afternoon. He said that he would stand up and walk away and that the CPC would know his temper and not speak.
Yang Hunton returned to his office and took off all his clothes and pants and sat on the couch and drank. Throwing two peanut rice into his mouth, he raised a glass of wine and shuddered his hands and screamed.
He has had this hand-shake problem since he turned over on the River River River two years ago, and went to the general hospital of Chengdu Military Region to check that the brain is okay, that it is a psychological problem and that it is called PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). After two or two earthquakes in the last two or three years, the motorcade’s mission was so heavy that the headman had to take a Land Cruiser to the tail of the team to carry the car himself. As soon as Yang got in the car, the string was so tight, he went to the canals, crossed the cliffs and climbed over the hill, no matter how difficult the road was, he could not see the problem. But once the convoy returned to the site, the string in its head was loose, and the whole body fell down, sweating, shaking and panicking.
He didn’t like to drink, and then he found it easier to drink, and one time he passed out on the sofa, and he threw up all over his pants in front of the camouflage dress, and then the army at the station blew the emergency roundup, and Yang was so ugly that he drank so clean.
When he grabbed a bottle of wine, he drank two shots, and Yang was feeling a little bit of panic, and he pulled out the briefing on the projection screen. There are two things to be said in addition to the useless information circular: first, the Skyroads are prepared for long-term, arduous and high-intensity combat outside the Kawasawa River; and, secondly, the equipment is refurbished and the technical clearance is prepared to drag down heavy targets.
As we look at it, Yang finds himself in the middle of a fog. Where else can we go if we don’t run on the river? What’s the big deal?
At the same time, the computer and the cell phone were ringing, and Yang Hun-tung opened the military web inbox and saw an order: Tomorrow, at 4 p.m., the Temple airport will fly to Beijing.
“The fur wire! “Screamed, he was paralyzed on the couch.
Inqing (3)
The group of Inqingh Dodjie was scheduled to arrive in Lhasa for eight months, and it was known that shortly after the Bomi district, a major earthquake struck the Yegon area and that the bridge that had just been built five years earlier collapsed into the Palon Zebu River. They were trapped in the barley for two months, eating in a temple, and then in winter.
Over the past year and during the rest of the winter, there have been more followers on the road, but this year only a large number of military vehicles and civilian transport vehicles have been gathered in tommel to meet a few pilgrims. The temple Lama said it was too much and too much, and the government refused to allow the Public Security Bureau to open a pilgrimage, and the road check.
Da Wangjie said he could not wait any longer, even if the bridge was fixed and there were more than a dozen kilometres ahead of him, and he knew what the earthquake was like.
She said she was going back to Mancon County because her teahouse was going to paint the outside wall in the winter and no one was going to help her. “We wait a few days until the festivities are lit, and if the road is not clear, turn back.” The rest of you listen and say yes.
There was no television in the temple and no outside information was available. On the afternoon of the Day of Lighting Lights, Xiao Wangjie, Wangcheng and Sonam helped the Lama in the temple to prepare the sofa light. Passepartout! In Qing immediately kneeled down and bowed in the direction of Budara Palace.
In fact, the road was repaired two days ago, and it was the turn of the army to cross the bridge with a social vehicle after it had been blocked for a long time. In Qing left the temple and went down the hill to Ton-mei, waiting to be released, and watched a green truck with its doors sprayed with the Skyroad Crusade driving, queuing from 4 p.m. to 10.30 p.m. next to the temporary bridge.
Sonam Ping-chul looked back and said, “Look at the bright side of the mountain. I’m sorry.
“That’s the solitaire light that was lit in the people’s homes and temples. I’m sorry.
And Sonam looked at the mountains before him, and said, “There are black everywhere, only a little red light. I’m sorry.
And David said: “That is the taillight of the car that climbs the mountains in the sky, and if the red light is extinguished, either turn around or fall into the river.” I’m sorry.
Sonam was scared and dragged on her sleeve and said, “Let’s go back. It’s too hard to walk. I’m sorry.
He said: “What are you afraid of? Buddha is watching over us. He’ll be here by the year! I’m sorry.
At that point, the army, which guards the bridge, checked the documents and returned them with the paper, saying, “It’s too dangerous for you to walk long enough, because most of the country’s road has been destroyed because of the landslides, and now it’s just a temporary road driven by bulldozers. Now that documents have been issued everywhere, it would be better for you to go back, or when there will be another earthquake. What if there are landslides and rocks? I’m sorry.
Da Wangjie turned around and said, “The road ahead is difficult and the collapse will kill him.” I’m sorry.
And In-qing said, “I will not return until the palace of Budala.” I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping (3)
“… China has the capacity to solve problems related to the monsoon earthquake zone framework convention, does not need any intervention in Tibetan affairs, does not have the Tibet issue, does not and will not do so, and we will fulfil our obligation to complete the rehabilitation of the Himalayas within the time frame of the convention — That is China ‘ s commitment to the world and to the entire human civilization. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping was examined by security guards at the entrance of Conference Room 4 in the South Central China Sea, passing through the Whitestone Road, and heard this recording in the house as soon as he reached the right steps of the house. This was a speech delivered by the Prime Minister during the voting on the UNFCSB Convention, in which he participated in the drafting of the speech as Deputy Director of the Himalayas Engineering Construction Committee of the Department of State, but this was the first plenary meeting of the National Committee on the Rights of the Child, and it was necessary to prepare the uninformed comrades first.
Walking into the conference room, the Deputy Permanent Director of the NCP and Minister of State for Environmental Protection, Ting, addressed him with the flag, pressed the button to close the projection screen and declared the meeting officially open.
“In parallel to our meeting, a very important meeting is being held in Huai-Nin Province of the South China Sea, where the leaders of the country, accompanied by the Secretary-General of the Party of the Tibet Autonomous Region and the Governor of the Tibet Autonomous Region, are conducting consultations with representatives of the Tibetan religious community to discuss the protection of Buddhist temples, monks and believers in the Tibet region at the start of construction of the Himama Mountains, which is, in a sense, the greatest obstacle before us. The meeting is now open for Deputy Director Shen Qingping to introduce the theme of the meeting. “Din flag said a few words and turned off the microphone.
Shen Qingping took a cup of tea and lit up the microphone and said, “Friends, four days after the adoption of the UNFCMB Convention, I believe you have seen some information and some thoughts and ideas about the problems we face. Just after the establishment of the Council of State’s Himalayan Architectural Construction Commission, I would like to describe the main functions of the National Committee: to carry out large-scale retrofitting of the Himalayas and the Montes, in accordance with the framework convention, to reduce the average altitude of the mountain range by 2,000 to 3,000 metres, so that the south-west monsoon can successfully cut the line between the Asia-Europe plate and the Indian Ocean plate and reduce the frequency of earthquakes caused by the monsoon-board geological effects. I’m sorry.
Looking around, he clears his voice: “In fact, as far back as the 1950s and 1960s, many scientists had come up with the idea of retrofitting the Himalayas, blowing up the Himalayas and causing the Indian Ocean to warm, wet and dry up vast arid areas in the north-west of China, an ambitious dream of many generations of Chinese scientists. Some argue that this is ridiculous, even as a joke in a film, but that these programmes have a solid theoretical basis and detailed data support, and are limited to the technical level of the time. At the beginning of this century, a well-known science fiction writer wrote a science fiction novel called The Himalayan Fantasy, which describes the idea of an open mountain that will bring rain and balance the global climate. Who then could have thought that today we had to pick up these fantastic solutions, not because of the severe drought in the western region, but because the Earth had a serious disease called the monsoon earthquake, which had been declared by doctors to be ineffectual and had to be treated by surgery? I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, Shen Qingping stopped for a few seconds, he felt that the phrase was a little light, with his heart scolding himself for joking on any occasion. “It’s up to us. The first question is how.” I am not an expert in geology and blasts, so I left the issue to a special team, and Zheng Bo of the Chinese University of Geology will explain the current programme later; the second question is “how to do it well”, which involves issues such as the relocation of nearly 10 million people, protection measures and contingency plans for exceptional weather events before, during and after the middle and post-construction phases of the project, the allocation of funds, staffing arrangements, organization of communications, technical support, logistical support, and, of course, given the religious beliefs of the Tibetan population, there are many problems requiring technical clearance. The Prime Minister has said that future meetings should be brief and free of nonsense, because five years is too short to allow for previous meetings, and I am not going to say much. I’m sorry.
“Good. The white-haired middle school students built a three-dimensional model in the middle of the round table, and then began to explain: “At the information provided by IPCC, what we’re going to do is to do a blast at the highest average height of the Himalayas — the main peak area at an average altitude of about 6,000 km, which we call the high Himalayas belt — and reduce the main mountain height by about 2,000 km. The High Himalayan Belt is a massive convulsion of medium- and high-level deforming rock, with a width of about 70 to 90 kilometres. Demolition and deposition of mountains of this magnitude is a new subject, with a conservative estimate of more than 3 trillion cubic metres of rock that needs to be demolged. I’m sorry.
The staff members clicked on the mouse, and various data and guidance lines appeared on the three-dimensional model. “Such a large amount of work cannot be done in the traditional way. According to the latest research, we can apply a special blast method called Mountain Base Melting, which will decipher the entire base of the mountain from the interior, allow liquid rock to flow through the predetermined path to the reservoir, and complete the two steps of geotechnical explosion and delivery. After a simple calculation, we can figure out the explosive energy required for the melting of the high Himalayas mountain base: over 7 billion tons of TNT equivalent. I’m sorry.
A string of numbers led to disturbances in the conference room, and Zheng Bosch continued without pause: “This number points to the only possibility: nuclear weapons. The red dots on the model are 8114 blasting points, and the blue, green, yellow and white lines indicate the drilling of rocks in different parts of the mountain, using the same drilling methods, such as spiral drilling, impact drilling and shielding machines, depending on the geology, while a series of blast points on the left side of the model represent the direction of the base flow of the mountain following liquefaction. In other words, we will drill under the high Himalayas mountains, bury different amounts of nuclear bombs, then dig up a trough that will bring magma back to the Yaruzzib river basin. We will add man-made volatilizers to the magma to maintain its mobility, and we will push the liquid mountain into the Jarucheb Grand Canyon, which will accommodate the blasted earth with a natural fall of more than 2,000 metres. The following is a detailed description of this program ”
Shen Qingping left the seat quietly and walked out of the conference room from the back door, and no one found him leaving. Standing in a small courtyard, Shen Qingping pulled out a cigarette from the South China Sea and took one, barging in a one-off lighter, which means he can’t light a fire, and the Ding flag opened his mouth behind his back: “No smoking, no cameras. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping smiled, “Why do you think I brought a low-life lighter? ..you need some air, too? I’m sorry.
Ding’s flag says, “Don’t listen much. When you think about what we’re doing, you can’t breathe, you have a heavy shoulder and a heavier chest. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping said: “Damn, like science fiction.” I’m sorry.
Yang Hyun-tung (3)
As soon as the plane landed at the airport in the western suburbs, Yang Henton felt uncomfortable, driving in a panther’s Land Cruiser in the post-earthquake state lanes in a sense of suffocation. As a local district troupe cadre, he came to Beijing City, where he was afraid to cough and fart and threw up his hand on the soles of his shoes.
When the car sailed through Xinhua Gate into the South China Sea, Yang Hunton felt dizzy, softened and whispered to the next Zhao Binhai, saying, “Can I regret it?” Let the 217s go. They’re the hero cars! I’m sorry.
Zhao Binghai said, “I’ve seen your balls are not hard, and now you’re out of the car and you’re going to Sichuan’s house. I’m sorry.
When he entered Conference Room 4, Yang Hengton found his seat as far as the projection screen, sitting on the left, on the left, on the left, in the Sea of Zhao Luong, Minister of the Kagawa Tibetan Station, on the right, on the right, in the presence of Commander Zhang Fai of the Chengdu Military Region, where the waiter made a cup of green tea for everyone, with a cup of tea on his hands and feet, and with his eyes only staring at a cup of mat bearing the words “Department of State Administration of Organs”.
The meeting started very quickly, and it was all about something that was never heard. If we don’t blow up the Himalayas, the Earth is over? Yeung-hong listens to himself and says, Zhao has been busy stabbing him with his elbows, suggesting he shuts up.
The morning was full of theory and data, and the initial shock was over, and Yang felt sleepy. I went to the South China Sea organ cafeteria at noon and had four dishes and soups, and the dining room was full of big round tables full of white plastic cloths, queuing with familiar faces that were common on television. The conference room was at its lowest level, and it was hard to see what role it could play in the great events of the nation.
As a result, at the beginning of the afternoon meeting, the President, Director Shen, named him. “We would like to present the following two special members, Wang Xiaotuan of the Chinese Academy of Architecture and Science, whose project team is leading the world’s leading research on the overall relocation of buildings, and Yang Hyuntung of the Chengdu Military Region, who, following the fifth strong earthquake in Sichuan Ya’an two years ago, is on the verge of collapse at the Buddhist Temple Golden Feng Temple in the eastern part of the city. Under the direction of the University of Sichuan School of Architecture and Environment, the Commander of the Yang Corps of Automotives completed the overall relocation of the main building of the Golden Feng Temple, relocating over 10,000 square metres of Song’s historic monuments to the plains 15 kilometres away, creating a number of world records of the building’s smoothing down. I was at the anti-earthquake command and had the privilege of working with Captain Yang for some time, and this time he was invited to offer us some valuable experience. I’m sorry.
It is only now that Yang has come to mind that Director Shen, who presided over the meeting, was the Secretary-General of Shen, who was in charge of the Kawashio line in the same year.
Shen Qingping pointed out to the outsider and said, “I have just received information that the meeting in Huai Zhenkah has made some progress, and as we expected, 34 of the 1800 temples in Tibet, headed by the Budala Palace, the Da Sho Temple, the Temple of Cheolhu, the Temple of Zashrunb and the Temple of Sajah, must be protected, as demanded by four million Tibetan Buddhists and by our national religious policy of “respect and tolerance”. The need for the complete relocation of the 34 temples away from the geological disaster areas caused by the Himalayas project is undoubtedly a great challenge. The relocation project is related to the progress of the Himalayas demolition project, which must be delayed by one day as the temple becomes unsafe. We must go in hand in hand and hand in hand, so that the gears of time can bite. I’d like you to come up with some ideas. I’m sorry.
“With reference to the total relocation of buildings, usually following the steps of structural identification, structural reinforcement, alternation design, orbital design, ground-based treatment, structural separation, migration and structural integration, there are no precedents of such large-scale ancient building migration in the world, and we have little experience at hand, although there are new and unmarketed results, new technologies in the results bank of the China Institute of Architecture Sciences, which can be applied in engineering, including three-dimensional detection techniques of structural stress points of buildings, magnetic suspension orbit flattening techniques, bee technology for the protection of buildings using attitude-adjusted engines in structural separation, and exploratory studies on the overall preservation of buildings using aerogel. Let us take the example of the Boudala Palace and analyse the difficulties that may be encountered through a model migration. I’m sorry.
Yang Heung-tung touched his forehead and felt cold sweat. He bowed down and whispered, “I’m on a thief’s boat!” You’re asking my motorbike to drag Budara Palace to the hideout? That’s impossible! Have you seen how big the Budala Palace is? I’m sorry.
Zhao Jinhai whispered to him: “Don’t talk nonsense, this time you won’t run the river’s hideout, you’ll run the treasure line, the ground is wide and the wheel is wide and a bone can open! The Lanzhou Military District cried out to get this agent and filed a complaint against the Vice Chairman of the Military Commission. I’m sorry.
It’ll be open until 6:00 p.m., midway to Yang Hengtung speaking. “I’m Yang Heung-tung, the chief says my name is not like a soldier, like an old landlord, but I don’t know anything but what I do, and I’ll do well! Make sure it’s done! “We’ve all been laughing, and we’ve been able to ease the tension.
“Tomorrow we will be talking about population migration, the construction of a new town in Lhasa, and the gays who I did not name will not be here.” Here’s the list: Shen Qingping, Lee Hirogi, Liu Mei…”
His mobile phone was buzzing and Minister Ding had a name in his mouth, his eyes were swung to the screen and his face was colored. Shen Qingping, who was next to her, also pulled out his cell phone, and saw his face turned black and he didn’t talk to the Ding flag.
“Oh, comrades. “The meeting of the same office has been broken and the results have just been passed on to our mobile phone.” The central party and the State Council decided that, in addition to 34 important temples, 11 other targets in the blast area would be relocated as a whole. Speaking of which, he swallowed spit.
Shen Qingping went on to say, “Seven goals of particular significance to Tibetan Buddhists: eight shrines and three sacred lakes. I’m sorry.
In-qing (4)
When he turned over the Angura Mountains, Inqing’s apron was finally worn out, and he bought a new apron on his body in the town of Dhanou, yet the new apron was as expensive and unsatisfied as her mother had said, and two large holes were made as soon as he had reached the knees of Bomi County. Da Wangjie called the village to find In Qinging Daqi ‘ s mother and asked her to send another apron. She said that the second apron was already in the box and that it had been worn out so late.
The apron was sent to the Post Office of Bomi County, where In Qingtaki cut the knitting bags and removed the thick and beautiful green canvas apron from the counter, envied by Sonam Ping-chul: “This is a beautiful apron and will surely complete your pilgrimage.” @Jan25: #Jan25 pic.twitter.com/Jan25 — #Jan25 What he did not expect was that the apron accompanied him to Lhasa and to the Budala Palace, which was not the end of the pilgrimage.
They arrived in Lhasa in March of the following year and spent a whole year on the road. Standing in front of the Nakin Bridge, In Quintungi knew that he had crossed the bridge to the town of Lhasa, and Sonan told him that he could see the Red Wall of the Boudala Palace far. However, the bridge had been closed to passage through a kiosk, and many people had sent leaflets to Tibetans worshipping on less understandable scientific terms.
“What do you mean, “relocation?” “You don’t remember playing on TV while eating at the work card?” He said that because of the earthquake, cities, temples and monks were to be moved to the north of Ando. I’m sorry.
Having heard that, several people laughed, Da Wangji said, “Can we move cities and temples, or should we move the sacred lakes of the mountain?” I’ll be able to turn the lake after eating! “The people heard and laughed.
Then, no one came up, and a group of Tibetans who came to worship came up to the bridge with a pole, and Sonam Ping went down and drew a line on the ground with chalk, and wrote their name, and said, “Let’s follow it and wait for a look at the Budara Palace and then come back and turn around. Buddha will not blame us. “Dawanjara runs in front of a flat car, Sonam takes an invisible road to Inqing, and everyone comes to Lhasa with the tide.
There were many people in the city, many cars, and a large number of members of the Liberation Army, with banners all over the country, crowds crowding around to Beijing Midway and finding themselves stopped by yellow rope near the Boudara Palace and then rushing towards the Boudara Palace Park opposite the Palace.
The park was filled with pilgrims, sweat and soy sauce, and everyone tried to squeal in the direction of the palace. In-qing was swept away by a crowd, and he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t hear it. There was a sudden cry, a disturbing commotion of crowds, a warning from the Liberation Army and a flute. At the bottom of his feet, In Qingtaki sat on the ground and was then held by Wangjie, Jr., bowed in the direction of the Budala Palace.
“Budala Palace is flying! Little Wangjie said with a tremor:
Inqing can only see a giant black shadow blocking the pink sun. The Budala Palace is moving? We haven’t turned to the palace yet. * He shouted in horror *
“Oh, there’s a fire! I’m sorry.
“Aeroplanes and cars are spraying water…”
“Something like honey wax wraps up Budara Palace!” I’m sorry.
“…move! Move!
The tides suddenly rioted, and people shouted, cried and prayed to the left, as large palaces hanging in the air began to move slowly westward.
When the chaos broke out again, In Qingdaki and Wangjib, and In Qingi were held hostage by the crowd, he fell down and fell down on the floor, looking after the people of the Palace of Budara, without seeing the earth, and the crowd was squeezing, and the numerous feet of his boots were crushed from his body, and he hollering in pain, and the sky was covered with black pressure, and there was no light in his sight.
At that time, no one reached out and grabbed his apron and pulled it to the side, and Indochyan rolled in two circles, lying next to a flower bed. And people passed by, and they stomped him on the earth,
In Qing breathed so hard that he could sit up for half a day. He stood by the pain and looked for those who had saved him. The world he saw was a tumultuous tectonic picture, and a shadow became clear in the background.
“Are you all right, little Lama? “There is a woman in plain language.
“I won’t listen to you…” “Thank you! I’m sorry.
Daphne (1)
It’s very interesting to wear the little laminus. How did he get here with his skin shaved, with his brown robe, with his rotten green apron, like a man with a long head?
“Who are you with? Are you hurt?” Drink some water, Budara Palace won’t get away with it. After all, it’s only about 0.8 km per hour. She shakes the pamphlet, with the cover of the book, “The scientific and cultural universalization of the Himalayan Engineering Project — the Chinese version.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot your eyes. Drink some water. It’s piped water. It’s a mess. I’m sorry.
The face-cleaning little ponchos who waved their heads against it, but when their lips hit the water, they drank a few big mouths. It felt like he had something to remember in his dark and bright eyes, but unfortunately those naive eyes could not see the world.
“Thank you, thank you.” “Thank you” seems to be the only Chinese word he knows.
“You’re welcome. Your partners won’t go far. Just follow the Budala Palace and you’ll find them. I’m still not sure about my next trip. I’m sorry.
When it was said in Budara Palace Square, downtown Lassa, Dai Mei had left the house for a whole year, she had first been worried that the neighbor’s aunt had taken care of the turtles and the goldfish, but now she is as dark as the locals, with two bright red clouds on her face and a luminous braid on her face, and it would not look like a inner city girl if she had not washed her tanned balconies.
She knew someone called her “insulation”: Owing to some kind of psychological trauma, he chose to be self-closed, rejecting all modern electronic products, abandoning his mobile phone, computer and network, and travelling around in his hiking bag.
She does not agree with that statement, but rather abandons the ubiquitous news of earthquakes and deaths.
Two years and one and a half years ago, her only brother died in the Sichuan River Tong earthquake, and five years ago her parents were buried in the rubble of the Yunnan Kunming earthquake forever, leaving her with her brother. This cruel world left Democrats desperate and, after a long period of psychological failure, she quit her job, sold her car and boarded the train to Lhasa. Over the course of a year, she travelled through the Tibetan mountain regions of Nan, Zhikaze, Natra, Linzhi, Changdu and Ali to take a ride, walk and stop. She was not a tourist lover or a photographer with a fever, but simply continued to walk in boredom, not for an purpose, but for the purpose of wiping out pointless times.
She had a relationship, and after 40 days of sweetness, she had a small earthquake that struck the hideout, and everyone escaped from the house, except Deming Mei, who had his own eyes open on the mat and was staring at the shattering paint ceiling. After that, she understood that travelling to Tibet was only a subconscious self-destructive tendency, that she was fleeing death and chasing death, a discovery that she was overwhelmed by, and that she walked away from the Komba son the next day, again on a lost journey.
De Ming Mei likes to set her goals, one after the other, and she’s got $600 left in her bank account. She didn’t think about it, and maybe the answer was long ago.
Even if the electronics were rejected, she had heard from television about the Himalaya Project, an incredible five-year plan, but the mobilization of local governments, which proved that it was not a game.
Deming Mei returned to Lhasa in order to witness the formal start of the project, and she did not realize that the Budara Palace had actually moved on a suspended orbit, nor that she had accidentally saved a strange little lama.
Shen Qingping (5)
On 22 January 2051, five months and 17 days from the date of the adoption of the UNFCSB Convention, the 24-member committee of the National Committee for the Censorship of the Ting Chongqing and Shih Qingqing was officially in Lhasa City. Three months in advance, the Working Group on the General Migration of Buildings conducted a survey, mapping and modelling of several well-known Tibetan Buddhist temples in and around Lhasa, and began the process of structural reinforcement, drilling, orbital laying and the pre-burial of equipment. As a result of the efforts of the Regional Commission of the Tibet Autonomous Region, the attitude of the living Buddhas and monks in the temples was quite compatible, which relieved Shen Qing-Ping from sneaking.
The Himalayan project was finally defined as a four-step phase: the first phase: the general relocation of 34 important temples, the construction of residential settlements (the construction of two large-scale cities for Tibetan immigrants in the Haishai Monk Autonomous Region of Qinghai Province, and the construction of 10 medium-sized settlements for immigrants on the line of Sichuan Province, Maeyama, Chengdu, Teyang and Myeongyang Province, to temporarily accommodate migrants in the western region of Kawakawa Province), the strengthening of the architectural protection of the project earthquake belt and the construction of emergency facilities (including the Qinghai, Tibet, Xinjiang, Gansu, Ningxia, Sichuan, Yunnan and all or part of the region, as well as the neighbouring countries of Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, Myanmar, Laos, etc.), as well as large-scale awareness-raising efforts to sensitize the population to the importance and necessity of the project and to conduct special ethnic and religious training. This phase is expected to take 10 to 12 months;
Phase two: total relocation of eight shrines and three sacred lakes, large-scale migration and resettlement of the Tibetan region. This phase is expected to take 10 to 12 months. In parallel with the first two phases, the engineering technical team will conduct a full survey and drilling of the blast area, develop a three-dimensional model, and carry out drilling work at the respective locations based on the results of the calculations. This is a very large system project, which Zheng Bo estimate will take two to three years to complete, even if the country’s exploration forces are mobilized, with the assistance of army engineers, for 24 hours. The harsh weather conditions in the highlands bring immeasurable variables to the work. A great deal of work is to be done over a 600-metre snow line. Untrained field personnel are extremely vulnerable to danger. Highland reactions, severe colds, snowstorms, landslides and avalanches will put them to a harsh test.
Phase III, which involves drilling wells, the burial of nuclear warheads, the final evacuation and the minimum protection of valuable buildings, is expected to take 20 to 24 months.
Phase four, blast.
The winding-up of the mountain explosion was not counted within the timetable, nor did the NCP consider the possibility of a failure, as only five years had been left for China.
This explosion will be the culmination of the nation’s scientific and technological, engineering, military and all-embracing skills, from the Secretary-General to the Prime Minister to the King’s flag and Shen Qingping. Everyone knows that they can’t afford to fail.
There is also, of course, another reason why Shen Bo ‘ s proposal for a nuclear equivalent has already far exceeded China ‘ s declared total equivalent at the 17th Review Conference of the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons (NPT) in 2045, when China declared that it would reduce its nuclear equivalent by a further 16 per cent in two years. Although the United Nations Disarmament Commission has indicated that the UNFCSB Convention has the highest human priority, meeting the explosive equivalent would mean that nuclear military and engineering enterprises such as the China 404 plant and the 405 plant would have to use their power to produce lithium for fission-fusion-fissile-fissile triple-gaps. And uranium 235, will this be a terrible scene for the world of peace to be shaken by — to produce twice as many nuclear weapons as a backup? That is clearly beyond the reach of China.
Shen Qingping, of course, is under a lot of pressure to make a friend. He named Yang Hen-tung, head of the car group coming from the Chengdu Military Region, who kept him drinking, and who often finished their shift, snuck out of the autonomous government compound and took a cab to the Tianhai Night Market to eat a roasted beer.
On the night before the first shooting in the first phase of the Himalayan project, both of them drank a box of Lhasa beer with the snails of the Sichuan Palace, and Shen Qingping fell on the table and said, “This is wrong.” I’m in command tomorrow, no mistakes, no mistakes…”
Yang Hunton said, “What’s wrong with this wine?” Go to the bathroom and throw up and drink! I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping reached out to his nostrils: “I told you I drank two or three of you when I was young!” “It’s the first time I’m gonna throw up on the floor.”
Yeung Haun-tung said: “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.
At 11 p.m., Yang Heng Tung was walking along Shen Qingping’s quiet western road to Beijing, where the town of Lassard was under siege, where no pedestrians were seen, when patrolmen saw them running to check their papers, and Yang Zheng Xing Xing’s red book, which had taken them away.
The palace of Budala, on the north side of the road, was under the night sky, and the Yang groaned: “How many times do you look at it and feel good?” I’m sorry.
“Why do you like to drink? Qingbing says:
“Why are you first? @JanHunton says:
“Tomorrow we’re moving this big Budara Palace. Next year, we’re going to move that high Gangrenbozzi. In two years’ time, we’re moving the whole Tibetan plateau… and who are we? When I was a kid, a boss wrapped up a mountain of rocks and was killed alive by villagers. The mountain can’t be blown up. It’s what it is. It’s from my ancestors. “Sing Qingping’s speech unwittingly brought home a bit.
“No, we’re the same. I drink because I’m afraid. Yang thought, hide his hand behind his back and say,
Yang Hyun-tung (5)
The first round of the whole move did not ease Yang’s spirit much, and the moment he left the ground at Budala Palace suddenly increased his worry a thousand times. Sitting in a direct-11 light helicopter, viewing the ground, the vast palace is slowly leaving the town of Lhasa with 60 heavy north run-off trucks, the light of blasts on both sides of the road, and the explosives in the building are being detonated sequentially by the engineers, creating a moving path for the palace, which is gradually sinking into the ground.
Tens of thousands of Tibetans have followed the footsteps of the Budala Palace and swooped in the smoked streets. The two armoured transporters followed the crowd, and several of the great Lama kept explaining to the faithful the need for the Himalaya plan, calling for reports from the Government to the evacuation assembly point, but the response was silence, and people bowed to their knees and touched every inch of the land that passed through the palace with their foreheads.
“I understand Commander Shen’s instructions not to be loaded in a gun, but so many people, in case something happens…” Yang Hun-hong hit the radio ear.
“The Prime Minister has said that this is a war that concerns the future of the Chinese nation and that only unity can win the war. At this juncture, we must understand, be sincere, be patient and make sacrifices when necessary. Shen Qingping replied, “The next project will soon begin, and the experience and lessons of the palace will be a valuable asset, Yang. I’m sorry.
“I know, I know. “I’ll go ahead and check the tow vehicles and see you on the ground.” I’m sorry.
Thirty-six hours later, the distance between the French wheel and the sun was reduced by 3.5 metres.
Seventy-two hours later, the Sahra`a Temple climbed into the sky with tens of thousands of tons of rocks from Mount Slavuz.
The first major incident occurred in the upgrading of the Sara Temple, a large religious city with a population of 110,000 square metres, which, despite the abandonment of outer structures such as the cemetery, the quarries and the pavilion, caused the total number of buildings to be relocated and the total number of technical staff of the National Committee to be burned down. According to the Group of Experts, Wang Xiaomei made a table line: “In such a short time, this amount of work will not be enough to properly strengthen the entire temple infrastructure, and it will be a problem, not a small problem! I’m sorry.
His words were heeded when the foundations that had been excised were removed from the ground by the magnetic suspended grid, the Abarza silo in the north-west corner of the Sella Temple was severely geologically fractured, a crack cut the perimeter wall and three-storey buildings began to be dumped outside. An engineering vehicle on standby immediately launched six attitude-adjusted rockets, which were repulsed by the Abarzah structural pivot, but an ancient building built in 1419 was unable to withstand a strong structural stress and began to collapse in the violent moaning of the outside walls of the palace, with the gold pellets falling, “Streak the thrust!” Keep the lowest output, save the artifacts! “The National Committee’s Deputy Chief Executive Officer, Ding, is on the scene in the town.
“It’s too late. “The building will fall with the foundations and have two minutes at most.” I’m sorry.
“No, you’ll die! They’ll die! Yang Hyun-tung’s arm caught the Ting flag, but he didn’t react and looked at the sky through the window of the command vehicle.
Shen Qingping shot Yang’s shoulder, “You must follow the emergency plan, and the soldiers obey orders, Yang. I’m sorry.
The two helicopters were suspended over the Abazar silo, and several antiquities workers, under the protection of SLA fighters, arrived on the third floor of the Great Temple through a rope ladder, and the ocular oxygen-cutting light lit up. The Abarza temple is full of Zambrai, the Anger God, the Horse Head King statue, the Great Wade God of the David Temple, the blessed Tiancian, the six-armed statues, and the two-storey unquantified Buddha statues in the Buddha’s temple, the Sangbu Silver Ling Tower in the village of Kamron, and the Silver Ling Towers in the village of Jazocheng, whose mural paintings are also treasures of Buddhistism.
These statues, the Lingagen section, have cut wires, murals are sprayed with transparent epoxy resin to remove them as a whole, rescue work is being carried out efficiently, soldiers are using inflating pillars to support the ceiling, and one relics are being placed in sealed bags and chained to the cabin by the Mi 26 heavy helicopters in the sky.
The slanting of the Abarzah has been increasing, and the foundations have been completely separated from the Sala Temple, “evacuate and retreat. Wang Xiao keeps reminding us, “It’s too late! I’m sorry.
The Ding flag has a microphone in his hand and remains silent.
“Boom! A pillar that supports the temple is suddenly broken, and the roof collapses, and Yang Hengton bites his teeth and stares at the distorted window of Abaza.
“There are four other Buddha statues that have not been cut and have been attached to the fuses for demolition, here…” The loud noise has overshadowed the radio communication in the Buddhist temple, and the entire exterior wall of the Abazak has suddenly fallen and the rocket motors are buried in bricks, ” …evacuate! Evacuate! Ding Flag shouted, “evacuate now! I’m sorry.
MI26 The helicopter was the first to rise, and the direct-11 helicopter dropped the ladder, and the heavy tilted building saw the military putting the technicians on the ladder and opening the airbag to guard the last space.
A lamented sighs spread all over the world, the last words from the old silos, the three towers of the white wall’s gold roof slammed into the ground, “blasted” the smoke and the ripples of the rubble, the abaza sunk into ruins, and the helicopter’s ladder swung in the wind, with only three distraught relics workers.
“Fuck you! On the other hand, Yang Huntung stood up and kicked the chair and stepped out of the command car.
Daphne (2)
Darming Mei’s crouching on the lam and he ate a pack of strawberries with three and two cookies. The Red Mountain is bald and the palace of Budara is already far away, leaving numerous shoes, beads and trombones in the square, and hundreds of red-hulled gulls landing to peck down and peck down the loose. With the rise of the palace, the lake of Zongang Lokang is no longer a haven of calm, with a large number of red-toned gulls hovering in the air and making sharp noises.
“David May. The woman pointed to her chest and said, “Democrat.” My name. How many times did she repeat it and point at the little Lama? I’m sorry.
“…In Qingdaki. The young man replied with hesitation that the last piece of biscuit slag had been licked in his hand, that the bag had been crucified into a hiding robe, that he had bowed to a woman, that he had risen up and tried to leave, but had just walked out and stopped, and looked at the way of the Budala Palace in a strange way, and he had nothing to read.
And he looked at him, and looked at those two sick reds on his cheeks, which were dark and bright as the sun was blowing, and at him, wrapped in a thick robe and an apron, with a thin body that was wide and scarcely nourished, and looked at his eyes, a black eye that lacked focus reminded her of a man who had spent so much energy trying to forget.
“Shit. “She started to say six words of truth by cursing her in the eyes, placing her hand in a truncheon in the neck. It didn’t work. The human memory was a bad CD player, which was often vague, while the bloody footage was always jumping back and forth, playing, playing and playing.
Two years and one and a half years ago, the window in the Dharma apartment to the northeast happened to be full of sunshine, and she lay in her boyfriend ‘ s arms and covered her arms with warm, golden sweat. She was 26 years old, and her boyfriend was a 20-year-old sophomore, an innocent Northeast boy. A few hours earlier, he had just completed his transition from a boy to a man, and Daiming had taken on the responsibilities of sister, lover and mentor, softly guiding his young boyfriend to the right entrance.
After a clumsy effort, the boy was ashamed to say, “I am in pain. I’m sorry.
“It won’t hurt long… oh. #David-mime bites his lips and laughs #
She is not a faithful believer in love and has a very good feeling about the beginning of this relationship. A few years ago, when her parents died in an earthquake, she left her home and fled to a faraway place like Xiamen, after a long period of chaos, Deming Mei smelled something in her sweaty little boyfriend that would calm her down.
While that night was far from a success, it was better for a less young woman to be able to meet the morning light together. The city in the sun seemed a little illusory, with her boyfriend’s arms wrapped around her neck, staring out the window.
In the frame of the windowsill, a man with bright eyes looked seriously at the camera and blinked with a bright eye, the most important man in her life, his brother in Sichuan. After the death of his parents, his brother joined the People’s Liberation Army, became a car transporter on the Kawashi line, had little contact with his brothers and sisters, had made occasional phone calls and only talked about the issues of fury and fury, and De Ming Mei did not want his brother to feel too concerned, after all, the area of Tibet in Sichuan was one of the worst hit by the earthquake — but who could guarantee that the next earthquake would happen?
She was unable to influence his brother ‘ s decision and tried to avoid sensitive topics.
My brother was an intelligent man. He’s got a big bone frame, he’s got no flesh, he’s holding his neck in a stubborn manner, and he looks a little tweaked. Five years ago, the scale 8.1 earthquake hit Cool Mountain, Ligang, Daly and Kunming in a devastating way, and their parents were buried under the ruins of 32-storey buildings, and in the end, brothers and sisters never saw their parents again.
“Sister, I want to be a soldier. “The mud off his face sitting next to the excavator, chewing on his face, said out loudly, with his neck in his neck and with his black eyes staring at the confusion.
Who can think of a 32-storey building that can be turned into such an amazing rubble plume, and even if hundreds of thousands of civilians and civilians rush into the city from broken roads to help, only a handful of survivors can be saved with limited engineering machinery, tatters and hands. In the dark of despair, their parents, along with tens of millions of people, are slowly turning into cold blood.
“I’m going to go where it won’t. “Don’t die. I won’t die either. I’m sorry.
“…shit. I’m sorry.
For some reason, neither of them ever cried.
In the sun of the gate, the sun almost forgot the broken Kunming, and she closed her eyes and woke up like a nap. But at that point, a sudden tremor broke through her body, and she sat up like a cat on her tail, with pupils shrunk and staring out the window.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? “Looking at her naked back, her little boyfriend was blushing, and he said,
She held on to her bed sheets unconsciously, and the fear seized her heart, and suddenly a thought came up in her head: it was a dream, wake up right now, wake up right now, and the boyfriend, happiness and sunshine are fake, and it’s a fucking dream!
The shape of the sun has changed, the invisible shock waves have passed over the crust, the chandeliers have moved and the photographs on the windowsill have fallen. Deming Mei jumped and fell overboard on the wood floor, dragging her wounded body out of the bedroom, holding up the living room ‘ s crashing television and pressing the switch.
The morning ensemble programme has been suspended, and the latest news from the United Earthquake Network is being broadcast by a flimsy host. On the Chinese map at the bottom right of the screen, the western Sichuan is luminous red, representing the red of an earthquake above level 7.
The world spins far away, and imaginary happiness is so easy to collapse.
“…”
The little Lama sound.
“Oh, I’m sorry. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand Tibetan. I’ve been in Tibet for a long time, but I can’t learn anything. I don’t have talent. I’m sorry.
Young people point to their own hearts and hearts, and they point at far away, hand in hand, like three times.
“I don’t get it, but I guess you’re here with your friends. “They must be in the ranks of the Budala Palace, and they will be found as long as they keep up with them.” No problem. Let’s go. “The little Lama’s black and bright eyes remind her of that unfaithful brother who had promised to live but who died in an earthquake in Aryan.
And she took the hand of Ingtsing Dodjee, and the young man fell away like lightning, and a little fear appeared in her eyes, and she said, “Sorry, I will drag your sleeves and walk slowly, but they are not far away. I’m sorry.
Inqing has not resisted this time.
The two men, one before and one after another, walked through the empty Boudala Palace Square, with pilgrims and law-abiding soldiers in front of them, with only a few elderly men standing in prostration. And when he came out of the middle, he said, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
“And then. “It’s the only Tibetan word I’ll ever say… no, there’s another: Zahidel. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping (6)
The main conference room of the National Committee for the Democratic Republic of the Congo’s Interim Operations Command is that of the army’s green space in the centre of the temporary camp area north of Lasa. Shen Qingping stood up in front of the projection screen, staring at the schedule without blinking, and the relocation of several temples in Lhasa was more or less problematic, but overall progress was good and the squares on the schedule were painted green one by one.
Time is the biggest enemy. They’re racing with other countries, with earthquakes, with the UNFCMB timeline. The pagoda and city relocation were only the horns of the whole plan, and the impact of the blast on the hull structure was likely to trigger a series of major earthquakes when the vast work of moving mountains in exchange began, and the address expert, Zheng Bo, made rather optimistic estimates.
The noise in the house next door rose, “You don’t know shit! “Where is your voice?” How many security missions have you been on in the Autobots? How many shots? How many combat exercises? Get out and wash my cold face and come in. No emotions! I’m sorry.
The small conference room door was pushed and Yang Heng came out with anger and turned up and saluted and waved his hand at the door. As soon as the door was closed, Shen Qingping saw the Commander of the Chengdu and Lanzhou Military Regions sitting next to the table, as well as the main chiefs of the Tibet and South Frontier Military Regions.
“What’s the matter, Yang?” Shen Qingping pulled Yang’s arm and pulled him to the folding chair. “Sip, don’t be angry. It’s no good to argue. I’m sorry.
The Yang broke a bottle of mineral water and grunted it clean and emptied it: “Who dares to be angry with?” Every one of them is the chief, but I don’t have much on my shoulder. We had a meeting about the relocation of the temples in Lhasa. Not all the temples are being dragged up, but they’re pulling them on the Qinghi line. It’s when they’re nervous, they’re directing all automatic rifles to be loaded in blanks, each with only one live cartridge and no more than 15 live rounds. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping thought about it and said, “I understand the fact that the guns of the Liberation Army are not the same, and we must guard against the infiltration and destruction of hostile forces and ethnic separatists from outside the country, and must not target civilians with loaded guns. I’m sorry.
You’re right next to me! “The old man’s face was red, his hands were stretched out and his fingers were shaking: “Five people died in the Sara Temple, eleven died in the Temple, and 16 died under the roof without a grunt. How long have they been in the army? What’s the point of pursuing second class? You said it was a necessary sacrifice. I admit it. How can there be no bullets in a soldier’s gun? What can you do with a firecracker? There’s enough poachers in Coco Sicily with a rifle and a barrel! I’m sorry.
“Yan, Yang.” Shen Qingping pressed his arm. “I understand what you mean, but think, when is this?” We are standing on the cliffs, and it is a matter of one man and two people, of the whole nation and nation, and the decisions of the Central Military Commission are right, sometimes with caution and caution and with patience. I’m sorry.
“I am…” I’m sorry.
“Let me tell you something. Shen Qingping said, “We’re rushing into people’s homes, pushing down old houses where people have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, moving people to live hundreds of miles away from home. It is not a mistake that these people have to leave their homeland for the sake of the whole village and for their own sake. How can the line between man and his homeland be broken? What do you mean “home,” which is where our ancestors lived for generations, drinking water from childhood, eating the earth from here, smelling the air from here, even when they grow up far away, inside their bones is a home. It’s like I’ve been living in Beijing, America or the moon for years, burned to death, smelled like a whistle in the mountains, and it won’t change! I’m sorry.
The Yang’s throat rolls and looks down: “I know this. I feel bad watching Tibetans, but…”
“Do you know about the three canyons? From 1956 to 1960, 280,000 immigrants left their homes because of reservoirs and moved to Mibei, Gansu and Ningxia, when village cadres led a team to capture immigrants for work, drove them away, drove them away and dragged them away. How did it go? Over the years, hundreds of migrants and thousands of others have secretly returned to their homes and settled and cultivated on land that could be flooded at any time in the district. For many years, they fled and fled, either nakedly across the Yellow River, or through the Mausum desert, to the west of the mountain, where they would die. That’s how hard it is to leave home. I’m sorry.
Yang Henton is silent. Shen Qingping went on to say, “Our Tibetan people are simple and kind, mobilized by the local government and the Buddha, and they are willing to leave the Tibetan plateau to a place completely unknown, and their only request is to move with Buddha’s Buddha and temples. In such circumstances, can you point a bullet-filled gun at our fellow countrymen? We have done everything in our power to help them, not to be as secure as an enemy, Yang. I’m sorry.
“Ahhh. “The Yang suddenly poured all the water from the bottle “I know, I can’t get through this.” Back to the meeting. He took the chair to the door of the small conference room and saluted and shouted, “Report-Chief! I’m sorry.
“Come in. It says:
“Stop talking and drink at night. “Leave a word, Yang Henton walks into the conference room.
Shen Qing Seon Qing was breathless and continued to look at the schedule. The cell phone was ringing, and the Deputy Director General of the NCP, Mr. Ting, said, “I’ve just finished reporting, and when phase B begins, the president and prime minister will be in charge of the field, and you’ll be ready. Do we follow the original plan?”
“The two cadets are standing by with their technicians. We’ll leave soon. I’m sorry.
“Okay, I’ll fly with the leaders. See you then. I’m sorry.
The telephone was hung up, Shen Qingping walked out of the slab and a leopard was waiting at the door for hours. The driver pushed the door down and saluted it: “Chief, I’m the pony of the Skyroad Band, ordered to take you to the forward base in Japan. I’m sorry.
Looking at the cross-rifles on the driver’s shoulder and the staggered shoulder, Shen Qingping said to the Chief of Staff, “Thank you, slow down, I want to see some temples.” I’m sorry.
“Yes, sir. We’ll head north, then we’ll turn back and head south on the 318th highway. “The ponies were on the right path and then jumped in the car and started the engine.
The car was driven out of the camp and was operated northwest along the 109th National Road. After a checkpoint, the roads gradually became crowded, with countless people, motorcycles and cars squeezing the country’s roads, and there was a chain of golden roofs in the blue sky ahead, a salad temple that had left the afternoon before yesterday, and which was only 15 kilometres away in two days because the roads and tractors were not in good condition.
“Drip. “The pony honking his horn, the soldiers standing by the road, the nylons pulling the cords, the leopards swaying down the road and running on the walls of the flat plain.
The engineering units of the two military regions are doing their utmost to level the temporary roads on both sides of the State road to accommodate the magnetic pavilion under which the temples are being held. The rear wheel pulls out long dust, the land-crossing vehicles quickly out of the country’s way, reducing the distance between them and the sarah temple, Shen Qing Zing Zing pulls down the sunboard and looks up at the temple in the bright sun, which is so calm in the palaces wrapped in light amber-coloured gel balls, as if it were another ordinary afternoon after which the courtyard of the trees could ring a trumpet at any time.
“I’ve been in the army for 12 years and I’ve never been to the Sara Temple. The pony lamented, “What a great temple, chief.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah, very impressive. I’m sorry.
On the path of the land, where the sand is flying, people walk at slow and firm steps, and turn the treks, and recite the true words, and see no sorrow or confusion in their dark and red faces, and their sights pass over the dust, and the golden roofs of the sarah temples are laid, and they pour out to the high gods. The outside side of the road was reserved for long-headed believers, and it took an old man with a cane to kneel down for a few minutes each time, painfully bending his own deformed knee, and the soldiers on the side of the road bending to stretch their hands, waved her hand and refused, and gave her a smile hidden in the wrinkles.
“…come on, let’s go, pony. I’m sorry.
Yes, sir!
The cheetah ran out of a U-turn, headed south, and Shen Qingping relaxed his body against his seat. There was dust and dust ahead, and a large convoy was coming, and a military truck full of young soldiers was whistling by the leopards, and the soldiers under the hood saluted.
The smell of fragrance began to burn and cook in field cookers on both sides of the road. Ten minutes later, hot food would be distributed to Tibetans.
Chewing condensed cookies, Shen Qingping slowly closes his eyes, and he must seize any opportunity to re-energize, as the next challenge is coming.
In-qing (5)
In Qingdokji has never seen Da Wangjie, Xiao Wangjie, Wangmei and Sonam Ping. Following the separation of Boudala Palace Square, he asked everyone around him about his companions and heard nothing.
It was a mess, and the husband could not find his wife, and the son could not find his mother, although many of the Liberation Army had computers to register with.
Inqing had little money and nothing to eat, and the Liberation Army would give people free food, but his eyes were not clear and he could not line up with people. It’s good that the Han woman was there to take care of him, to take care of him, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
He wondered why she had to look after him like this. If she saw her, she would say she was a woman incarnation, but he was always on guard. Da Wangjie said that many people who had longed to go to Budara Palace had been defrauded on the road, regardless of where the Han people were hiding, had good people and bad people everywhere.
“David May. “The woman in the pink assault suit always means her nostrils saying, “Be smart. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. Inqing always says:
Hundreds of people lined up around the cooker’s car, and today at lunchtime, men and women, boys and girls, who had taken lunch, were crouching around, snoring, snoring, snorting, swaggering, swirling, swirling, swirling in front of the cookers, draught up in a big porcelain bowl, with a bowl of onion and a bowl of onions, distributed to the liners by volunteers in their aprons.
Dalming Mei, with two bowls of hides, crowds, sweating on his forehead and laughing on his face: “When dinner is ready, I’ll add you more pepper oil, and when I finish, I’ll be sweating. I’m so worried I can’t afford to eat. This will solve the big problem. We’ll just follow the field cooker. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. Ing Qing extended his hand to the fuzzy light that breathed, holding the hot bowl, touching the finger of a woman gently on her skin, and shrunk back.
A plastic bag was placed on the floor next to her. The two men started snoring noodles, and the woman quietly picked up the vervain in the bowl and then stole the radish from his bowl. In Qingdaki felt something, listened to it, and kept bowing and pulling noodles.
A temple can be seen from afar. Many green trucks are whistling on temporary roads, and the eaters are sitting on the road, curiously looking at one car and another. He did not remember how many days it had passed since the rise of the House of Budala, but he was bowing over his head in the direction of the temple, slower than anyone, and more pious than anyone.
The Zongkabiya temple, built by Master Zongkaba in 1409, is the last temple to be raised in Lhasa, as well as the farthest from 109. In order to steer the temple to the main line, the engineers widened the 202nd district road and built a large bridge across the Lhasa bridge, using 80 heavy tractors towed. Even so, the Gandan Temple falls far behind other temples.
The lam with the “Banxia” top hat blows the screws, and hundreds of red monks walk in front of the law enforcement apparatus. The motorcade is moving slowly at a speed of 700 metres per hour, the ground is tremors, and the tracks of the magnetic leopards are embedded in the pavilion, and a huge mountain-like temple is coming. All of them bowed down and bowed, and even the blind intuitive ingenuity fell on their knees and touched the ground with their foreheads. There are believers who hang around the temple chaste with Hada, with five colours, and danced with the wind, and if the sky is full of flowers.
“Om Mangalam Mangalam. “I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, it’s a test of God and Buddha.” I’m sorry.
Tens of thousands of believers have followed the Gandan Temple to form a large group. People from the country’s streets have been joining the group, and many of those who moved out of Lhasa have stopped by the road and joined the ranks on foot.
“A magnificent temple. “Let’s go, too, with these people.” I’m sorry.
Inqing did not understand her, but he knew what he should do. He put down his job, sorted out his skin apron, put on the “Charch New” he gave him, and went back to the place where he had stopped before dinner, fell in the direction of the Budala Palace and hit another long head.
Crash to Budala Palace. Crash to the Da Zhao Temple. It’s the mission that Grandma and Dad gave him.
There is another wish in In Qingdaki’s heart: he’s going to Goon In Pozzi. This is the year of the Tibetan Manama, which is equivalent to 13 other years, and he’s going to sit around the mountain and pray for a long and healthy life. He did not know where Bodala Palace and Daho Temple were going, but the distance could be reduced by one point each, and the distance would only increase if it did not.
“You’ll be dumped by everyone. The woman next to me said, “Look at them, they’re better than you, and your head rises when it hits the ground. I don’t care. I’m leaving. I’m sorry.
She walked 20 steps north on her back, stopped and waited for a few minutes until In-jung arrived. “I’m impressed, little Lama. Do you want to make a call? Give your family something. She pulled out an old Nokia phone, which she found by the side of the road, and she didn’t bring a phone.
In Qing has something in his hands. And he put it in front of his eyes, and barely drew out the outline. “Thank you. He said, “Then he made a phone call to the village.
Yang Hyun-tung (6)
The earthquake happened at a bad time.
At that time, Yang was directing the relocation of the Temple, which was the most difficult of the 34 major temples in the country, sitting on the cliffs of the Shefeng River in the province of Megudka, built in 1179 A.D., the central monastery of the Tibetan Buddhist sect. A team of experts has worked here for 50 days, and the final solution is a very risky one, with serious consequences for the collapse of the temple.
On the morning of the morning, Yang Henton came to the foot of the hill with a towed vehicle. There was just a snowstorm, and the temples on the mountains were snowy, as if they were in the morning fog. Yang met with the Group of Experts and then asked the Shedding flag to agree to the relocation programme, and he took the snow to the temple and intervened with the living Buddha to finalize the evacuation date.
“This morning there were five, the last five. The Buddha has five fingers.
“I understand. “The last five.” I’m sorry.
A narrow mountain road runs by the Temple of Goon, and at the end of it is the Temple of Goon, which sits on the most famous table in the whole area. The tractor carrying the body crawled to half the tires and could no longer go up, with the family carrying the remains of their loved ones on foot on the mountain, Yang Henton following far behind, with the wind ringing, and the sky of the grey blue sky with the eagles flying through.
The funeralist has been waiting for a long time. The Yang stood on the snow slope and the eagles of black pressure gathered, and he turned to the hills, where a primary school at the foot of the hill had been demolished, where the engineers had cleared the safe area, where the entire temple would be evacuated after the funeral ceremony, where 24 precision blasts would collapse the cliff and fall down into a 120-metre-high slope, where they would use the man to build a ramp to move the temple to the ground.
The probability of success is 70 percent, and when you think about it, Yang’s hands are shaking.
A few hours later, the ceremony was over. Everyone left the temple in a Land Cruiser and Yang gave a mountain blast order in the command car. “The sound of the explosion was like a firecracker, and a few seconds later, when the porosity of the smoke rose up on the wall, a cleavage was floating on the surface of the mountain, and immediately followed by the collapse of the cliff and the flood of the rock.
In the dusty sky, technologists, pointing at screen data, shouted, “The slopes are perfect, and the temples are well strengthened, and we can move on to the next phase. I’m sorry.
“Good, good. “I hope I don’t have any trouble.”
It was at that point that an undeterred earthquake came, with the waves shaking vehicles, throwing rubble all over the place and shattering the pagodas like wooden slabs on the cliff.
“The epicentre of the earthquake is at a distance of 1,100 km, on the Richter scale and above 7” and the technicians are holding on to the screen, “We can’t stand the power of the stakes! I’m sorry.
At that time, two direct eight helicopters in the air threw steel cables to tie the reinforced steel pipe to the temple, climbed upwards to balance the stress, and Yang Henton climbed to the window and immediately cried to the radio, “3515,3597, cut the wire and fly!” You’ll be dragged down! I’m sorry.
The sound of the pilot’s voice is heard in the loud background: “The chief, the temple’s front left has begun to drop, and we have to pull!” We’ll do it! I’m sorry.
“Fix an egg! “What can you do with the lift of your two planes? That’s an order! I’m sorry.
“We, the signal, the leader…” was even more intense, and the sound of the pilot was soared that it was intermittent. The two helicopters, which were also pulling their horsepower to drag the Temple of Gondor, were hovering in the air, to their left and right, as a fly with a thin line on its feet.
“As if you can’t hear me, you’ll be back! The first earthquake was over, and countless vultures were dancing around the temple on the hill, which was in a precarious state, with its visible tilt. If the temple collapses, the two planes will immediately be dragged down and smashed into pieces, and Yang returns to his car and says, “Step two, ground-based blast separation!” I’m sorry.
The technician said, “But the slope has not stabilized…”
Can’t wait, now!
The sound of the puddled little blasts, the direct link between the temple and the mountain was gradually cut off, hundreds of liquid bladders of lubricating the foundations and the man-made slope surfaces, the `Gallon-Lon-Long’ temples were sharply tilted, and each of the attics was shaking, with bricks falling like rain, while several wires were forcibly blown off and helicopters were pounding.
If it goes well, the temple will slide down the hill slope, moving 1.5 km in the buffer zone, at a pre-determined position, where the towed motorcade and belt chassis on both sides of the velvet river are ready. But the earthquake created too much uncertainty and the success rate dropped to 50 per cent. Forty?
Yang Henton held his right wrist in his left hand and suppressed muscle tremors.
He suddenly had a picture in his head of two years ago, when his Skyroad Crusade was carrying out a routine supply mission, with a convoy of forty-five north run-heavy cards travelling on the Kawashi road, and his driver, a pony, driving in front of the convoy, smoking in his co-pilot seat.
We have just crossed a 4,000-metre-high vent into a relatively flat mountain road, and we are all in a more relaxed mood. Yang told the ponies about the Jaan women, laughing at the ponies, and the two partners had been running the river for several years, knowing that they were vulnerable to water damage during the rainy season, but they were safe. After a concubine cigarette was smoked, Yang Henton had another one, and the pony had a root on his mouth.
That’s the fifth super-earthquake that shocked the world. The peaks were wrinkled by giant hands, the roads twisted like noodles, and the two trucks slid into the valley and blinked into two small green spots in the Red brown mountain isthmus. Rocks of the general size of the petrol barrel fell from the top of the head, and Yang grabbed the wheel and strung to the right, avoiding a large stone, and the car stopped by the side of the road. He looked back and the mountains in the rear were starting to slide down in large areas, and the road was being rocked.
“Damn it, all of you! He immediately issued an order, “Stand down the gas! I’m sorry.
A three-kilometre-long convoy advanced along a broken road, when a radio report from Car 4 was sent: “The vehicle was hit by a rock and the engine was damaged and unable to move forward. I’m sorry.
The Yang immediately pushed the door and jumped off the Land Cruiser at 30 kilometres per hour, beating him to the back of the convoy. By that time, the outside roadway had been knocked down, and only one side of the road in the double lane had been able to move, leaving three vehicles behind, and he saw car No. 4, slanted on the road, headed for the hill, and the machine was under the cover of a smoke. The driver, a young soldier who had been in the army for a year, came out of a broken window and shouted, “Chief, what now?” I can’t move. I can’t get through the back! We can’t go wrong now!”
“Travel three, pull! @JanHuntung Yelling.
“No, I just got hit, my back wheel blew, and my right front wheel got stuck in the drain!” The driver shouted:
The Yangs went crazy and turned three circles. The far road is falling into the valley, and he is running out of time. At that point, the pilot suddenly unzipped his seatbelt and went into the trunk: “Yes, Captain, I thought of a way for you to keep the convoy moving and I’ll move it! I’m sorry.
“You…” The Yang stood there and watched the recruits disappear in the hood. A few seconds later, the glitch of steel cables came and Yang quickly realized what was going to happen. “Wait a minute!” he ran over and grabbed the hood and yelled, “Don’t be a hero!” I’m sorry.
“I’m scared, Captain.” But that’s the only way to do it. I’m sorry.
The cables were released and the goods tied to the trunk began to slide out along the tilted body. The 40-ton heavy-duty machine-bed track slowly slips out of the truck and accelerates its downfall. “The head jumps out of the drain, the front wheel leaves two rags on the ground, and car No. 4 is pulled off the cliff by heavy matter and rolls around and disappears in the rock.
Yang Henton’s right hand was hanging in the air, empty, and nothing was caught. He remembered that he had shouted “jump” and then reached out to pull a hand on the recruit. One second, he was thrown to the ground by a strong wind when the car crashed, and the rocks were jumping around, and the light was bright and the road appeared.
“Go for me! “It’s all over his body and he screams that Yang will fall and run to the Land Cruiser. Green dragons are re-starting and moving forward in chaos.
Subsequently, Yang saved 40 transport trucks and the names of 60 soldiers and strategic supplies valued at $30 million.
But he lost a new soldier named Harumi.
Dharming Mei (3)
I don’t know why she thinks she should take responsibility for the little Lama. She looked at him for a long time, like a wet puppy, a close friend of a chronic son, a stranger who had never met. She can feel his guard and resistance, like a child biting her nipples, which gives rise to her maternity.
“Why are your eyes so bright? You can’t even see my face. “Draw out of the sleeping bag in the morning, and saw In Qing standing there, looking up at the sun. She swung her hair a few times and said,
The little Lama looked at her and said nothing.
It is a temporary tent made of green canvass, with empty large tents for 50 people, with half a pot of uncooled water on the stove that goes out in the morning. The army has gone far behind the Gandan Temple, the long-headed people have grown into a thin line along 109 State Dora, and In Qing has remained focused on his head, able to determine the direction of the sun and accurately worship the palace of Budara.
Squeeze it with hot water, make a pot of brick tea. After a simple breakfast, a long day begins.
“Blah, blah, blah. “The handboards and the road contacts made a clear sound, and Tibetan teenagers slowly measured the tardiness of the road with their bodies, sowing white smoke in the morning wind.
Deminy walked around with a hiking bag and occasionally took a picture with an old FF-9D film machine. She only had a box of 135 film from the camera, which was given to her by the owner of the old store, “It was a big deal in the 1990s. The boss said, “The nobles in the stupid machine. You have a good taste, girl. Photographer or collector? I’m sorry.
“Travel photos. Send me some film, or there’s no place to buy it. “And where is the film washed? I’m sorry.
“There’s no place to run. Find the photographer. There’s a dark room. “How about a negative scanner?” I’m sorry.
She doesn’t use this type of camera, and she can’t even use her mobile phone. After she took the ashes of her brother, she threw all the electronic devices into the trash, and the light on the liquid crystal screen scared her, and for some time she saw the web of dense sterilized magnetic waves in the air, the end of the line being life, the end being death. The psychiatrist gave her six medications, instructed her to take her medication on time, exercise and eat more, and listen to the play when it was all right. Dai was at home for a week, flushing the tablets into the toilet, handing the keys to the house to the neighbor’s aunt and leaving with the bag.
She wanted to buy a train ticket to any place, and when she came back, she was already sitting on a Tibetan-specific hard-bed. The end of the train was where her brother died, and she was shivering in her arms, hiding at the link. She was taken back to the bedroom when the trainman checked her tickets. Get out of the car before you go to the plateau. I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow the car will start to pressurize and get out of the car at a kilometer altitude.” I’m sorry.
“Can I take a picture of you?” I’m sorry.
It took her a few minutes to push the door. A little “2” on the screen, and the trainman’s face was printed in a film. Are you focused? Is exposure appropriate? Did they blindfold each other? I don’t know. She only knew there would be a line on this photo: December 31, 2019.
The date of this machine can be moved up to 2019. Since then, every picture she’s taken has been set in 2019, and time has stalled on film, as her brother’s age will never grow again.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
She took a close-up for the little Lama and the number on the camera jumped to 38.
In a year of hiding, she had not finished a film, and the owner of the old store said that, normally, only 36 films per box could be filmed, but wonder why, it seemed that she could continue to film forever, and that the machine had not sounded a film.
A group of crows suddenly flew, and her legs fell to the ground. Earthquake. Several of the vehicles were planted under the roadway, the poles were blown down, the wires jumped on the ground, and sparks bursting.
Sitting on the ground, staring at the chaos before them, neither screaming nor running away.
One hand pulled her collar from behind.
Boom! * A Quaker tree hit by a truck on the tar road, the asphalt particles splattered like a bullet, and it rolls like a bullet, sits blindly, touches its face and sees blood on its hands. * The little Lama fell on her side, grabbed her clothes and scolded her.
“Hey. “It’s only then that I’m crying, and I’m picking up the light camera and I’m taking the dust.” It’s not broken.
The little Lama stood up and held her hand in her face, and it hurt a little. “I’m fine. She said, “Is it an earthquake? Is it an earthquake? Don’t go anywhere, you can’t see!
The little Lama was rushing to hold her and felt a handkerchief all over her face. Dai Ming Mei saw this red embroidery bracelet, and a few days ago she told the young Lama to call home and tell her she was safe, but the phone was ringing for a long time and was never connected. The little Lama gave her back her cell phone and said “thank you” and turned to silence for a while. Deminy saw him rubbing the handkerchief so he knew it was a gift from a lover or mother.
The handkerchief was covered in the face and the sun turned red.
“I’m fine. I can’t wash it off. “Da Ming Mei said her hands were held by the hand of the little Lama, who knew that he was so strong.
The turmoil gradually subsided, the sound returned to the world, people moaning and cars burning.
“All right. “The little Lama speaks in hard Chinese.
Shen Qingping (7)
The region of Japan is far from the epicentre, and the shock is not very strong. The damage reports of the various units were assembled on the screen, but the Ting Flag and Shen Qingping were not able to look at them, and they quickly removed the images to the scene after they confirmed that several of the temples on the way had not suffered structural damage.
Preparatory work has been completed for the relocation of the Zashrunb Temple, which is the first large temple in the back of the Tibetan region, the blessed mountain of the yellow religion, which means a great deal to Tibetan Buddhistism, and, more importantly, the bed of the twelfth living Buddha of the Tibetan region.
The national leadership sits in the town itself at the podium, and the director of the National Committee and the Premier of the State Council, Sheikang, makes a final mobilization in front of the main door of the Zashrunb Temple. A major problem arose at a time when engineers under Wang Xiao ‘ s command were well prepared to carry out the ground-based demolition lifting of buildings.
“The Buddha refuses to leave the Zashlamb Temple? I’m sorry.
When Shen Qingping heard the news, a hot cup of tea was spilled.
The monks had withdrawn from the temple as if they had received instructions to re-enter the site and walk around the 3 km long red palace wall. The living Buddha sits in the middle of a lecture hall in front of the Tschin Palace, surrounded by nine large monks wearing yellow monks. The temple gate was constricted from the inside and several engineers were on standby with a break-in tool, but the Prime Minister prohibited them from forcibly opening the gate, because the gold-coloured door itself was a valuable antiquities.
“The blast is about to begin. Shekan picked up the amplifier from someone next to him and said, “Master, I understand very well how you feel about the Zashlamb Temple, and it’s very dangerous to stay inside. According to a prior agreement, in all cases the work should be started at the appointed time… Come on, we can watch on the helicopter, we can protect the temple, I assure you in the name of the State. I’m sorry.
The sound of the Wyoming Buddha’s words, and the sound of the plain scripture, made his voice clear: “Prime Minister, the plan can be started, I will not go. This is the answer to Zashrunburd El-Jid Chinchurch Donkillan Baghewarin, the answer to the millions of believers in the Tibetans.” I’m sorry.
Shekan said, “You know we’ll seal the temple with air gel, and people can’t survive this. I’m sorry.
The Buddha replied, “True is the way, disease is the way, death is the way. Life and death, hallucinating Buddha. It’s the way to see your own yoga. I’m sorry.
Then the president stood up at the command post: “Do a contingency plan, quick!”
Shen Qingping banged on the notebook and said, “The Jambafort House, which is the largest single building in Zashrunbu, can be guaranteed if doors and windows are sealed… I don’t know. 4,000 cubic metres of living space… …the new wind is 30 cubic metres per hour, and ten people can hold for ten hours.” He turned his head and shouted, “Tell me the efficiency of the aerogel openings! I’m sorry.
“As a result of gel formation, the hole can cause damage to the spatial mesh structure of the distributed medium. According to the technician, “it may take between five and six hours to hit from the outer edge to the central building, with a vortex drill, with a side-holed and a patch-up. I’m sorry.
“Fine! “Ding Ding, look at this. I’m sorry.
Ding’s flag fast-browsing program, frowning its head: “Closed buildings with metal tape.” If it’s not sealed, the gel’s in the house…”
“Pression! Wang Xiaobing, who stands behind, reminds: “Press the building from the inside with a compressed air tank, and the positive pressure in the gap will blow out the gel.” There is, however, a problem with the fact that the House is not fixed by aerogel, and there is a risk of structural damage or even collapse during transport. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping asked: “How much can you improve your ability to resist shocks if you do it at the fastest? I’m sorry.
Wang Xiao looked at the clock and said, “Since such a short time, up to seven or eight support poles, I can barely make a triangulation, I can’t say, but do what I’m told. I’m sorry.
“Logistics prepare food and water. Engineering is under Wang Xiaobing’s command. The program has reached your terminal. I’m sorry.
“Except for engineers, evacuate! Shen Qingping added a new sentence.
At this point he saw when the President of the State came out of the command post, and came to the Zashrunb Temple, and received the amplifier from the Prime Minister, saying, “We are on the same ship, master.” As long as we work together, the ship won’t sink, the ship won’t sink, the people live, the faith is right? I’m sorry.
The living Buddha replied, “Yes. I’m sorry.
“Besides the food before the boat leaves, the sea is still large. The President laughed.
A minute later, the main gate of the Zashrunb Temple was slowly opened.
“Get in there, as planned! The flag immediately issued an order. The technicians in the orange working clothes and the engineers in the green coloured clothes came to the temple with their instruments, and the eyes of the living Buddha went through the door of the temple. An engineer came down to bow and said, “Please move to the Jambafort House, we will do our best to keep the Buddha House safe…”
“It’s also a practice. “The living Buddha speaks to himself, stands up and goes to the deep of the temple with nine Da Lama. The monks outside the palace began to evacuate and to integrate into the crowds outside the closure line, with countless eyes looking at the temple below the foot of Mount Nissy.
Shekan reached out to hold the President, and the white-haired old man was breathing hard, he was overburdened by an altitude of 3950 metres, and some conversations were almost exhausting all of his strength.
“A mountain is a mountain. He said hard, “Oh, the mountain, Shell.” I’m sorry.
Inqing (6)
The Han woman was injured in the earthquake and had three deep wounds on her face, which nearly broke her eyes. In Qing could not see the wounds, but only knew that when she was tied to her handband, she felt hot blood and tremors in her fingers. He thought she was going to die because there was a strong Akou in the village of curtar, who fell down while picking up cow dung, had his forehead broken and died three days later.
But then the medic came and wrapped up the wound and said, “It’s good luck I didn’t hit my eye, I tried to pick out the bits of asphalt, and maybe there’s a little bit of it in there. You have to check the wound, change the medicine regularly, and if it’s so painful, you’ll have to go to the big hospital for surgery. Our field hospital is 30 kilometres ahead, and you can take a ride. There are too many injuries and ambulances. I’m sorry.
He asked, “She will not die.” I’m sorry.
“No, I’m driving a lot of antibiotics, and now it’s winter, and it’s okay if it’s not infected.” I’m sorry.
“Let’s keep going, I’ll have an operation at the hospital.” You’re lucky you can’t see, or you can’t laugh at me? I’m sorry.
In Qing was acting like he didn’t understand. After all these days, he has come to understand a lot of Chinese, but he still does not respond. He called the village, nobody answered, he called Dae Wangjie and nobody answered. He couldn’t find his friends and his parents, and when he thought about it, In-qing felt scared. It was only when he fell on his head that he felt calm in his heart, that the palace and the Zhao Temple were waiting in front of him, that the teeth of the parents were hidden in his arms, and that the Buddha blessed everyone with peace, and that he, In Qingdongji, had many heads and many paths to go.
Women like to talk to him. On that day, the Temple of Gondor came up from behind and Daiming took a picture of the camera and said, “Wow, 39!” Can this film really go on? I can’t see the frame, I can’t see it. I feel like I’m getting better. I might be a professional photographer or something. I’m sorry.
In-qing didn’t talk.
Two hours later, the Digon Temple, which was surrounded by a crowd of people, went to the front, and Daiming said, “I heard yesterday from the propaganda car that all the important temples in need of protection were on the way, the last being the Zashrunb Temple, 20 kilometres behind us, where the living Buddha sat himself in town. At your rate, it won’t take long for us to leave all the temples. I’m sorry.
Inqing still didn’t speak.
And when it was dark, he said, “Alas, I just saw the cooking car, and I asked them to order water, itchy on their faces, and it looks scarred. Speaking of which, don’t you know the neighbor Auntie Wang gave me a regular change of water? They’re a tortoise. They’re just a goldfish with swollen eyes. Have you ever had a pet? I always feel like a pet, and I feel like a family, and then I feel like I can’t. I’m sorry.
In Qing wanted to talk, didn’t say anything.
They’re just going north. After the Sheep’s 8 wells, they began to climb the mountains at a slower and slower pace, and the Zashlunb Temple did indeed come from behind, and then, at 4:30 p.m., people would rise in the direction of the north-west of the temple, where the living Buddha would speak at this moment. There’s a horn opening on the amber ball, and there’s about a golden pavilion in it, and the sound of the living Buddha is clear even a few miles away.
Great. I’m sorry.
The temple went away with the noise, and in the blink of an eye they were alone on the road. The sun rises, warm and warm, and the woman scratches her jaw, and says, “We’ve been walking 30 kilometers for so many days. Where is the field hospital? I don’t want to be disfigured. I’m sorry.
And In Qing couldn’t help but say, “Go to the city of Nun, where there is a large hospital.” I’m sorry.
“Oh. It shouldn’t be far. Then he said, “You speak Chinese,” and then came back to him, surprisedly holding him. You’ve been lying to me for days, you’ve been suffocating me like you’re talking to a rock. I’m sorry.
“Student. Learn. In Qingdaki pushed the woman away, and his face said,
“Language is enough! “All right, you can’t talk when you’re down, you can rest, you can eat, you can drink water, you have to talk to me. I’m sorry.
Then suddenly the sound of confusion came from the far, as a thunderstorm rolled through the valley. They turned to look, and In-qing only saw the blue sky and black stones, and the mountains on the sky were suddenly small.
“It’s weird. “That’s Qingdangura Mountain, right? I’m sorry.
In Qingdaki said: “Tunraya is angry. I’m sorry.
Yang Haung-tung (7)
The night Yang and Shen Qingping met, he snuck into Shen Qingping’s bedroom with two bottles of swords in spite of the ban.
He lay on his bed with his bare skin, and Yang burped and said, “The temple ran down the hill and killed me. My life was two years short. It’s a good thing I didn’t screw things up. What about the first stage? I’m tired. I need to rest. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping just threw up in the toilet once and couldn’t sit on the wall: “It’s easy to say… These temples are just on their way, and there is a lot of work to be done, and one day cannot rest until they have reached their intended position. Besides, there’s no time to stop at the beginning of immigration work, not even for a breath…”
“I’m a trucker!” I can’t care about anything else! I’m sorry.
“It’s also lucky that the material is now being moved by means of a basic transport aircraft and that the Tsawashi line is not running. Shen Qingping said, “Didn’t the earthquake of the previous day ruin the river’s highway?” I can’t fix it for 10 days. I’m sorry.
With regard to the earthquake, two people were clearly depressed, and the seven-stage shallow earthquake, which caused considerable damage to Tibet and Sichuan, also had a significant impact on the progress of the NCP, with the result that the country’s road, 109 of which had been relocated from the temple, was located on the highlands and not prone to geological disasters.
And when he was silent for a while, Yang said, “Hey, do you think it would really reduce the earthquake by levelling the mountains?” I don’t understand. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping replied: “The answer is yes in principle. At the same time, national geologists are now working on a joint study that focuses on the equivalent of blasts to target the Earth’s crust at the time of a mass explosion, balancing plate stress, and increasing the gap between plates. If the theoretical model is correct, we can not only reduce the number of earthquakes that will be triggered by severe winds in the coming decades, but also reduce the likelihood of large earthquakes in the short term with immediate effect. I’m sorry.
Yang thought for a while, and said, “This thing sounds a little reasonable… Come on, there’s a bottom in the bottle. Let’s split up. I’m sorry.
“I have a meeting tomorrow at 7:00, Jan. Shen Qing is smiling.
At this point, their cell phones were ringing together. All the mobile phones in the cadre camp were ringing simultaneously, hundreds of calls were connected, and the same sound was heard in the microphone: “8.9 magnitude shocks occurred in the Alaskan region of North America, tsunami warning centres sent tsunami warnings to the United States, Canada, and the western coast of the North American mainland was severely damaged…”
Two men looking at each other. The call is not over, because the more important news is behind it: “…then IPCC updated the UNFCMB framework convention model, and according to the latest research by meteorological experts, monsoon seismic belt activity is increasing, the time line of the old model has been overturned, and the frequency of major earthquakes has been reduced to three years and four months. Repeat, three years and four months. I’m sorry.
The phone was broken and a message was sent to everyone on their cell phone. This is when the broadcast starts: “All members of the NCP Extension Phase I will meet immediately in the main conference room and immediately in the main conference room. I’m sorry.
The loud banging of the door went on, and the guards started calling people from every house, without them knocking on the door, and the entire camp had already been awakened by bomb-like news.
Yang jumped up and put his clothes on his body, and Shen Qing was shaking, and he said, “It’s bad…it’s bad.” Time has been reduced by one year and eight months, which means we have to start phase two immediately! I’m sorry.
Yang Henton stays there, “Now? The technology hasn’t come true yet. How do I start?”
“…harden!”
By the time they arrived in the conference room, they had made a pot of porridge, standing in front of the screen at the University of Geology, who spoke loudly about what the mountain model on the projection was saying, while industry experts on the left side of the table did not listen at all and discussed the subject in a violent manner.
Quiet, comrades, listen to me! Ding’s flag grabbed the microphone and yelled, and it didn’t work. Zhang Fai, Commander of the Chengdu Military Region, took out his 22nd pistol and fired two shots at the ceiling. “9 mm pistol bullets went into the ceiling, choked in smoke, and the conference room quieted down.
“This has to be written down. Remember for me. Zhang Fai crossed over and whispered.
Ding’s flag coughed twice to raise its volume: “Guidance, you’ve all received information that the total number of American and Canadian casualties has allegedly exceeded 150,000. This is painful news, but we don’t have time to grieve. What’s ahead is a new timetable, leaving little time for the NCP. The second phase is to start within a week at the latest, and tonight we will settle a few outstanding issues, so don’t argue and speak in order! Shen, you start with the migration. I’m sorry.
Yang Hyeong-tung poked the arms of the man next to him and lit the microphone. Shen Qingping seems to be a little twitchy, but her words are quite structured: “The migration of people from Kawatsu is planned, and encouragement, assistance, transport, registration, etc. can be initiated ahead of schedule. The biggest problem is that the construction of migrant cities and settlements has not yet been completed. I will contact the Ministry of Human Welfare, the Ministry of Public Security and the settlement city government to allow them to accept new immigrants temporarily to the maximum extent possible. … we’ll talk about it tomorrow, and I think it’s more important, on the other hand, that the flag. I’m sorry.
“Your working group will be in a videoconference tomorrow with the Prime Minister. “The issue of the relocation of the sacred lake of the mountain is even greater, so I give the floor to the leader. General Lok.
Middle-aged men in military uniforms stood up as the core of the second artillery technology department, a technical expert in strategic missile propulsion.
“It’s still a problem. The exploration modelling of the target has been completed, with the blasting of the mountain base, and the Holy Lake has taken all of the lake’s water, reshaping it in its original form at a designated location based on a three-dimensional bottom model. The technical difficulties of the former are the selection of cut-off points, both to keep the peaks strong enough and to minimize the weight without undermining the beauty of the mountain, and the difficulties of the latter in the scanning of the bottom of the lake, where our unmanned submersible equipment has caused many problems under the hydrologic conditions of the highlands and is slow. “But the most important problem is the means of removal. The mass after the break-up of the eight mountain ranges from 150 to 350 million tons, how do we lift up the weight of hundreds of millions of tons? The world ‘ s most advanced heavy launch vehicles and strategic ballistic missiles now have the maximum thrust at only a kiloton level, far too far away. I’m sorry.
A white-haired old man rushes, “More rocket engines!” I’m with the Chinese Space Technology Group, and we’ve developed the latest type of engine with a single thrust of 1.2 kilotons, so we can pull up the mountain from above with enough engines! I’m sorry.
“… 100,000 rocket engines? Q: Can you keep up with the time? How do we solve the fuel problem? I’m sorry.
The expert replied, “The power of production can be solved by using high-energy liquid fuel, using pipes that go directly from the ground to the air and move with the mountains. I’m sorry.
Major-General interrupted his statement: “I have said it many times, it is simply not true that the liquid fuel consumed by the engine is astronomical, and that without a rocket engine it can run for a long time, they will burn too hot in one day, and will you smash the mountain on the ground?” I’m sorry.
Another expert said, “I’m from the Nuclear Industry Research Institute, and the liquid nuclear fission engine that we’re working with the Department of Space and Space has been tested by the prototype, 14 times higher than the average rocket engine, if the nuclear engine is used…”
“What about radioactive contamination? The nuclear engine must be activated outside the atmosphere, and your engine also needs liquid fuel, even if the engine pulls it out of the atmosphere. “We’ve talked about this so many times, it’s impossible! I’m sorry.
The Ding flag says, “Is there a viable solution? I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m from a civil society organization called “The Flying Convergence,” and we’re a flyer lover, who’s been doing an amateur study of the lift. As you may know, a drifter is an asymmetric capacitors that rely on high voltage to generate thrust, and I can do a simple experiment. He pulls out a piece of aluminum plate, plugs in a few lines, connects to the power, slows out of the table and hangs up. “In the position of the positive electrode above, the high power has taken the medium around it to form a positive ion cloud, and the aluminium plate moves upwards with static power, so it floats. I’m sorry.
Yeung-hyun whispered, “What the hell is this? I’m sorry.
He said, “There is no basis for this theory. I’m sorry.
“No, no, there’s a reason. Long-haired men push glasses, “Befield-Brown effect, electrodes with specific geometrical structures insulated insulation media, with a certain voltage, will create a power of a mobile device that Swiss physicist Befield and American physicist Thomas Brown found together. I’m sorry.
“You can float more than one thing.” I’m sorry.
The long-haired man replied, “Well, the most extensive experiment we’ve ever had is a 15 square metre of anomalous aluminum plate, which has been successfully suspended and tested to carry 9 kg of objects in addition to its own weight — which doesn’t sound like anything, which means more than 9 kg per se, and which, by way of experimental data, we sum up and extend the Beffield-Brown effect to the conclusion that as the surface area of the conductor medium increases, it increases geometrically. Under this formula, I calculated the weight of 100 million tons, which is sufficient for 5.5108 square metres of aluminium — in other words, 550 square kilometres of aluminium. I’m sorry.
That’s the number that’s stunned.
“A small county area. Shen Qingping says:
He said, “Your calculations are based only on an immature theory from a few experiments.” As far as I know, flying planes are not recognized in international schools. I’m sorry.
Long-haired Man replied: “It’s very simple, we’ll build a few hundred square meters test machine to verify the validity of the formula. And then we’ll build a few thousand square metres to see if it’s even. I’m sorry.
“If this program is possible. The Ding flag thought, “All it takes is electricity, right? I’m sorry.
“Yes, there’s plenty of electricity. I need 25 million kilowatts of electricity. I’m sorry.
“…that is half of the total installed capacity of the Tibet Regional Power Station. I’m sorry.
“Well, that’s energy, leader. I’m sorry.
Yeung-hong then whispered to Shen Qingping: “Anyhow, after pulling up the mountain, shall I ask my car to pull?” I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping said: “Of course, none of these programmes provides a stable horizontal pull and ultimately ground vehicles tow. I’m sorry.
“I knew it. It’s all my job. “The Yang’s eyes are all red and hept.
Daphne (4)
It’s been a long time since the spring blooms, but the trees are still thick with ice.
When there were many green camps around the city, the vehicles were busy. Most of the shops were closed in the city, and it took Dayn Mei to find a small Kawakawa restaurant, order a few dishes and order two bowls of beef noodles. While the boss was cooking noodles with a high-pressure pan, she saw a false image of Nagi on television, with an outside sound saying: “The 3 mm thick aluminium plate produced by the Chinese aluminium company Qinghai Factory is a major component of lifting equipment, and the total weight of the board reached 800,000 tons, which was transported by 15,000 heavy trucks into the Tibet region. On the image, engineers are welding reinforced steel racks, which will be the bones of the lifting equipment, and the supermolecular polyethylene cable used to pull the mountain peaks is fixed to the structural stress point of the steel frame. See, each cable is entangled by 64 swirlings, each carrying 500 tons of used pull, the latest result of our high-tech fibre study, and with equal pull, high-molecular cables are 87.5% lighter than steel cables.
“Oh, the little Lama, it’s too late. Nawood’s aluminum is so bright on the lake, it’s as beautiful as a water drill.” Many cars are parked on roads with particularly heavy cables, which must be for some lifting equipment. How can you fly a kite made of aluminum plates? I’m sorry.
In Qingxiang said, “The mountain and the lake are flying away.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah. They are going to miscarry Mount Tangura and Nagi to safety. Relax. “Just like moving temples, it’s bigger.” It’s gonna work. I’m sorry.
The owner of the restaurant came out with a plate of chow, and swiped the plate, and ordered a cigarette, and said, “This is all I have left, and tomorrow I will close the shop and go to Qinghai.” What are you doing here? Everyone runs to Qinghai, Sichuan, and the soldiers say they can’t stay here anymore. If you want to go, I’ll take you to the barracks. I’m sorry.
“Go now? I remember in Lhasa when they said it would take more than a year for the new immigrant city to be built and then move. #David-minus picks up a piece of fat, says #
“I don’t know. The boss shakes his head and bends his back and puts ash in the paper. “This world doesn’t understand. The temples and the mountains are flying in the sky, and it takes two days to read Tangula to come here, so we can walk and go. I’m sorry.
When the high-pressure pot made a noise, the boss went back with the smoke, and the little Lama found the dishes, and he had the hard-pressed chili chopsticks on his hands, which were full of cracks, because of the long time with the handkerchiefs, and the finger bends like a chicken claw, and he couldn’t hold the chopsticks.
It’s funny, it’s so sad, you’ve got a bowl and half a plate of vegetables in it. It’s a long time. I’m sorry.
Inqing said, “18 years old. No, it’s over, 19 years old. I’m sorry.
He looks at him and eats and adds garlic and meat to his bowl from time to time. After a while, she said, “I’m going to the hospital for dinner, and I’m going to get a scratch on my face. You don’t have to wait for me, so just keep going. What if we don’t get on the road one day? I’m sorry.
I’m going too. I’m sorry.
“What are you doing? In case I take my bandages off and turn ugly, you’re scared to death. I’m sorry.
I’ll go too. In Qing repeats himself.
Women don’t say anything anymore. A little while later, the food and noodles were brought to the table, two people were fed up, and in recent times they had not encountered the army’s cooker car, and they were tired of eating tarts and condensed cookies. The owner of the hotel was bored. He made an extra meal and drank a beer with him. The boss said he’d take only $20. I’m sorry.
He pulls out a small banknote, he pushes them out of the hotel, “I’ll open a new restaurant and you’ll eat it, and then we’ll figure it out.” I’m sorry.
So it’s good to wear the glamour. On the open road, she even felt a little happy, possibly in the light or in the blood.
“The Little Lama. “Tell me, what is it like to have faith?” Don’t you think you’re always full of shit? I’m sorry.
“Me?” “I’m scared and sometimes I want to cry.” Buddha bless. I’m sorry.
“What would you do if I didn’t show up?” I’m not a Buddha or something to you. I’m sorry.
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
“So, one day I die, are you sad? I’m sorry.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
“Well, will you forget me one day after you’ve been sad? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
It’s a smile. She touched the head of the little Lama, and her eyes bent and she said, “That’s right: you should cut your hair. I’m sorry.
When the Hyu County People’s Hospital was like a building site, many people in white coats were busy carrying things in trucks, two people were struggling to find an emergency room, Deming Mei went in alone, and one person came out after half an hour with white veil on their faces: “Come on. The doctor says it’s not fully healed yet, so we’ll go to the next hospital for a few weeks and give me some anti-inflammatory or something. …and I’ve heard a wonderful thing. I’m sorry.
She took In Qing out of the hospital, bypassed the county public security station and jumped over a wall to the high school in Dan Hung County. The school was already closed and there was no one on the playground. “The doctor told me that from this angle he could see Mount Tangura, and now the mountain is passing through the corner of the Laguna Pass, but it is said to be a few hundred kilometres away, but it’s clear to see. Come here! I’m sorry.
She took In Qing to the playground stand, climbed to the highest level of the concrete steps and looked northwest at her toes. All that was seen at first was a mountain of snow embedded in a blue sky, but as the eyes adapted to static images, it became clear that the motion of the mountains was moving.
“Look, she screamed with excitement, with the chin of the little Lama holding him in the right direction: “There, see? Most of it’s hidden in the clouds and can’t see a lift, but I can feel the mountain moving! That’s Mount Tangula. The Mountain of God is flying in the sky! I’m sorry.
“I can’t see. “The black pupils are in the snow and blue sky.
She cried, “No, you saw it!” I’m sorry.
The speed at which mountains move is so slow that every time you blink, the contours of a distance change. The ancient Mount of God walks in the sky as if the Protector of the mountains was wearing white clothes and riding white horses and twirling towards the worlds.
Daiming pulled out the camera and pressed the fast door, and the number on the little screen jumped to “40.” She turned around and saw In Qing kneeling on a concrete stand and stomping on a tall head in stones, bottles of drinks and dead grass.
Shen Qingping (8)
Shen Qingping had little hope for that empty-minded flying machine theory, and who knows that the next day, just after a video conference of the migration leadership group, received a message from the Ting flag: “Come to the playground. I’m sorry.
He took the pony ‘ s Panther Land Cruiser and jumped off the playground of the temporary military zone, five kilometres away, where he saw a large crowd of people gathering and flying a large, silver sheet of metal in the air, while blowing a little wind, the aluminum plate remained as if it were supported by an invisible pole.
Yeung-hong looked at him from the crowd and said, “Hey, look, this thing is really flying, God! I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping squeezed into the crowd and heard the long-haired civilian scientist explain to us: “Well, you see the numbers of pull, the amount of power consumed and the amount of power raised is in line with the calculations. This experiment was successful.” I’m sorry.
“This is pseudo-science! Rocket motors blow their beards and say, “What about engines and aerodynamics?” I’m sorry.
The long-haired man said, “It can’t be said that there are many limitations to the lifter, such as that it can only work in the atmosphere, and that, given the density of the ion, it rises to a limit of about 1.2 million metres, which would lose its lift. It is also difficult, for example, to change the direction of power by changing the geometry of the conductor, so that, if applied on a vehicle, it must be matched with a conventional propeller or turbine jet engine. The biggest problem, of course, is electricity consumption, which makes it impossible for a lifter to be replicated on a large scale, because, if used on an electric propeller, this aluminum plate is enough to drive a small feeder passenger. I’m sorry.
Ding’s flag nods: “But it’s the right thing to do in our move. I’m sorry.
Some of the old experts have raised their voice again, and Yang has drawn Shen Qingping out of the circle, whispering, “I ask you a question. How many tractors do I have to pull, something as heavy as a mountain?” Even with a four-axis heavy front, I’m afraid tens of thousands won’t move. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping said, “Yang, you do have to make amends. Newton’s second law in junior high school physics books makes it very clear that even a car can pull when there is no friction between the floating mountains and the ground, without taking into account the wind of air resistance. It may take a few years to get out of the visible distance. I’m sorry.
“Who’s a good learner and a car soldier?” “How many tractors do I have to use?” I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping thought, “I’m not an expert in this, and your team will give you a plan, given the circumstances of the road and the operational difficulties, I estimate that hundreds of cars are almost there. Each driver of the motor formation would have to be the best of the elite, not only to move in accordance with the designated position, slot and speed, but also to have extensive experience in repairing or replacing the back-up vehicles as quickly as possible in case of vehicle problems. I’m sorry.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. If, at the pace of the new plan, the first mountain, the best soldiers of my men would have dragged the temple along the road. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping smiled on his shoulder: “Leave it to you, no one will go to the military district, and the two military regions will fight.” We’ve just solved a big problem, and we’ve got a lot of big problems to solve. Division trusts you, Yang. I’m sorry.
“You can’t sleep at night without a drink. #Jan says #
That evening, Shen Qingping left the Interim Command by plane and travelled to Qinghai with a team of people to report to the centre. Returning to Tibet is a matter of days now, and he is flying 20 large transport planes over the snowy plateau, and according to the NCP’s daily bulletin, the lift of Qingdangura, the first of the gods, has been successfully completed. This is good news for everyone. The President of the country, after the briefing, gave instructions: “Good job, not only as a miracle in engineering, but also as an amazing event in human history — a new speed for China! I’m sorry.
At the behest of the second pilot, Shen Qingping dropped his phone and looked out. There is a strange sight in the mountain range: a straight circle with a diameter of more than 100 kilometres appears in the mountains, with rain and snow in it, and no snow and no snow outside it. The plane went down to a relative altitude of 2,000 metres and turned a little half around the edge of the snowline, where it saw a snow mountain high into the clouds, the main peak of the Tungura Mountains, which was 7117 metres above sea level.
“It’s amazing. Shen Qing is sweating.
The height of the mountain is 2,500 metres, suspended by 5,000 high-molecular cables deep into the cloud, and the root of the mountain is 50 metres from the ground, rising and decreasing with the terrain. From this point of view, the aluminium plate, which is over 500 square kilometres hidden above a thick cloud, is not per se, but it is easy to judge its boundary, with a clear light-dark dividing line on the ground, with the subject of the lifter covering the sun, and cast a huge shadow over the land of 550 square kilometres.
The meteorological experts sitting next to him explained that “a mountain of this size, coupled with aluminum plate that completely covers the sun, creates a small, unstable weather environment in which weather conditions are difficult to judge. Once it begins to move, it becomes even more impossible to predict the weather in this circle. I’m sorry.
“Can we go up and see the main floater? Shen Qingping asks:
The driver replied: “It is impossible to go up now, and those bright-faced aluminium plates will reflect up the sun, creating a very bright light area, which will damage remote sensing equipment and our eyes, chief.” Also, in case of a reflection focus, the aluminum plate is above the cloud and it’s a huge solar weapon. I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping immediately wrote an e-mail to the Ting national flag, which allowed him to paint the surface of the subsequent builder into a dumb black. A few seconds later, a text message from Yang appeared on his cell phone: “Let’s go! I’m sorry.
“I’m watching you up there. Come on! Shen Qingping said, “I came back with the toilet and waited for you to drink!” I’m sorry.
Yang didn’t reply.
Yang Hyun-hong (8)
When his hands were shaking, his cell phone fell beneath his seat and Yang held the wheel and was sweaty. How long has it been since he drove this heavy tractor? The diesel engine was soaring, he was numbed by the vibrating gear, 30 seconds before the start-up, that Yang moved his body and looked out through the front windshield.
There were two yellow and white poles of light from which the light of the truck was projected, and there was wind and snow, and the heavens and earth were dark. It’s very strange that it’s on the edge of darkness, and there’s sunlight on the far side. Twenty platoon-headed jumbo cards with long-light and mist lights on their front roads in the snow, and temporary roads opened between mountain ranges, with 20 trucks and 20 by 20, are the motors of Zengura Qinghula Qinguan, carrying 2,700 kilometres of long-distance drag on their shoulders.
The Yang spat and turned on the radio: “I am Yang Hen-tung of the Skyroad Band.” This mission will win! There’s nothing to talk about. I’ll invite you all to go to Gelwood for roasted lamb and to the toilet. On my mark, we’re going to fall apart. I’m sorry.
Four hundred left feet simultaneously step on a heavy clutch. 10 seconds.
“Hold–one!”
Four hundred right-hands were hanging at a low speed, and heavy tractors began to growling in unease. Five seconds.
Turn 1200!
Four hundred right feet stepped on the oil door at the same time, and the speed of the diesel engine rose dramatically. 3 seconds.
“Low and united, go! I’m sorry.
In the valleys, the machine’s bangs were raging, and 400 tugs of tethers were so tight that it was “cracking” and the wheels were splattering backwards, and Yang felt that the wheel was sliding, and he felt that the head of the rope was not a floating mountain, but the whole planet.
“Turn at 1200, drop half!” I’m sorry.
As the slot fell to its strongest towed position, the truck started skating and twisting on the snow. A few cars crashed together, the formation started to get messy, and Yang was screaming: “Stand and steady! * He’s holding the steering wheel and staring at the 0 km line in front of the ground. *
One minute and two minutes later, the distance between the white line and itself was not reduced by half, the engine ‘ s water temperature was rising, and the windpipe ‘ s backfire was running. The whole convoy was like a tornado with a nailed tail, and could not escape at all.
The sweat was wet through his vest, and Yang knew not what to do. He looked in the rear-view mirror, and there was no way of seeing the mountains in the snow. But he knew that the mountains were on the side of the towed rope. It is at this point that he truly understands the weight of the mountain, and the mechanical power is so small — by contrast, is it not the power of the fairy that can hold the mountain peaks in the air?
He almost despaired until a sound was sounded in his ear.
Move! Observation is moving. Keep going. You’re moving! I’m sorry.
Yang immediately looked at the 0 km line, which seemed to be still in place, but the corner between the engine caps seemed to be a little smaller. If you drink the next hot wine, Yang Hun-tung feels his blood burning, and he shouts at the radio: “Do you hear me, brothers, on the way!” Let’s go!”
Three hundred and ninety-nine voices shouted simultaneously. The silent mountains in the snow seem to be still, but the Autobots understand that they have given in, and they are moving a mountain like a myth!
Inqing (7)
Budala Palace is becoming more and more remote, but In Qingdawji found the mountain. In the course of months, the mountains were marched in order, and In-qing and Dai Ming-ming were drawn into the run-off, and the mountains were moving very slowly, and in the darkness people lit torches and lanterns and measured the perimeter of the mountains with their bodies.
People are gathering more and more.
As a result of the early start of the immigration programme, many people embarked on a journey to leave their homes, taking their luggage to trucks and walking on their own foot north, only to worship the Holy Lake of the Mountain. The Holy Lake has changed its appearance into a number of giant, transparent waterbags, which, even though it hangs in the sky, can bring peace and quiet to people, like a clear moon at night.
More than 100,000 people gathered around Mount Tangura.
In Qing has given him a clear direction and has begun to turn the mountain. Darkness does not scare him, because he has long been used to a blurry world. On the contrary, he was very comfortable with the smell of the sodium light burning and returned to the warm home of the village of Curtar with his eyes closed.
Unwittingly, another year of hiding passed, when people lit a bonfire and danced all night until the first light of the new year appeared 275 kilometres away.
It is hard to turn mountains, and the weather changes three times a day, sometimes clear, sometimes wind and sometimes rain. On the day when the sun shines, the glittering projection is a shining golden yellow, while the Mount of God is in darkness, surrounded by light from countless stars. The light belt rotates slowly, the outer circle clockwise, the inner circle reverses the clockwise, the people of different faiths support each other, and light up the light. It is a restricted area just below the mountain because the blast cut will fall into rubble, but there are still people who break into the closure line and bow to the most mysterious angle of the mountain.
At the end of her short break, she finally pulled the veil off her face and her wounds were healed. When she looked in the mirror, she said, “If I were ugly, would you ignore me?” I’m sorry.
He said: “No. You’re not gonna be ugly. I’m sorry.
Women were silent for a while.
Deep in her cheeks, in her hands, in her rough fingertips across the gutter, “You’re beautiful. He said, “It’s beautiful. I’m sorry.
“You’re lying. “I’m laughing.
“Fake to hell. I wouldn’t lie. @Ghtsingblink, says:
They’re still together, eating together, resting together. Deming Mei was still just walking, never kneeling, but In Qingdaki could feel her change. She was not the one who left the village, nor was he the ignorant teenager who left the village.
Two more months later, they met in Coco Sicily with the last of the gods.
The mountain of the gods has come a long way from the far-off region of Ali, and, thanks to advances in towing technology, it has moved at a much faster pace than other mountains and lakes. The shadows of the lifter will embrace the people softly, and everyone will stare at the bright and white mountains of the light until the tears fall in their eyes.
A waterfall hangs on the north side of the Mount of God, and every man who walks here will be filled with a pot of pure snow, thanks to the blessing of the Mount of God.
And when Inqing and De Myung-mei first arrived here, they had just completed a heavy rain, and a rainbow was now floating on the fog, like a seven-colour bridge with darkness.
“Oh, how do we shoot? The largest halo, the sense of light… and then the fast door is long…'” With a smart, dumb hand, the camera, using Ing-chung’s shoulder as a tripod, the night view of the mountain. Soon after she pressed the gate, the rainbow disappeared, and the woman said, “By doing well!” I can’t see a second view in my life… 41 more. I’m sorry.
After entering the Kunlun mountains, the speed of Kanyen Pozzi slowed down, and Inqing Dodge was able to take a little ease and turn around the mountain at the same pace. And when he completes the turning of the mountain and falls on its last long head, the mountains fall slowly in front of him, and the hidden plateau ends.
An old Mora with a lamp pointed forward and said, “From here, it’s Galm.” I’m sorry.
There is a strange feeling in people’s minds. The difficult pilgrimage has come to an end, what will be waiting ahead and what will be the new home? Are their faithful gods waiting in strange places again?
A few days later, Oken Pozzi walked out of the mountains with his followers. The mountain slows down to the northwest, then slowly stops in a yellow prairie.
“Look! * There’s a man with a finger in the light far away * I’m sorry.
In the south of the Caydarwood basin, on the fertile alluvial plains of the Gelmu River, eight sacred mountains stand and three sacred lakes are blistering. This is the kingdom of a new god, looking away, where the myths that have gathered so far, the mountains of blue snow and snow are in the sky, and the waters of the lake are in the sky.
People came out of the shadows of the flying aircraft and began to march towards the sacred lake of the mountain, and In Qing Zheng Daji was still bowing forward, one by one, as he had been.
A convoy parked by the side of the road, walking to the head of the cheetah, knocking on the window and asking, “Sorry, I want to ask where the Budara Palace is now. I’m sorry.
The driver shook the window and looked a little surprised, “You don’t use a cell phone?” Along the 109th National Road, you can see a sign for the city of New Lassard before entering the city of Galmu, turning left. By the way, the palace is now in the process of a second move from the temporary stop to the centre of New Lassard, so it may not be possible to reach it. I’m sorry.
The man in the co-pilot’s seat went on to say, “Oh, the pony is right. The migration is not complete. You can go to the new Lhasa and fix it first. You look like a Hanman, girl. If it’s a Tibetan resident, you’ll have to file a case with the Civil Administration. I’m sorry.
“Well, thanks. Dharming Waves, and returns to In Qing, “There’s only one last step left, and we’re almost there, little Lama! I’m sorry.
In Qingdaki shot a broken apron and fell on his knees again.
Shen Qingping, Yang Heng Tong (9)
All have been evacuated and the Tibetan plateau awaits its final phase with its pure face.
In a short period of over two years, the NCP has been able to carry out each and every nightly work according to an accelerated schedule, and the Himalayan project has led to another technical explosion, leading to the first completion of the United Nations monsoon-earthquake zone framework convention in an earthquake-suffering Oriente, with only the last detonating button being pressed.
Thirty-four temples, eight shrines, three holy lakes, 10 million people. This is undoubtedly a miracle. But until the final stage comes, no one dares to celebrate the victory, with a team of experts led by Zheng Bo with thousands of recalculations of the model, and a nuclear explosion, the mountain-based melting programme, is a real possibility, buried in the mountains, with 7 billion tons of TNT-equivalent nuclear bombs, all of China’s nuclear weapons.
“The crisis is also an opportunity for peace. “This time, let’s start with denuclearization. Perhaps when the next crisis comes, mastering the future of humanity will be no longer the strength of the warring nations, but of the entire world. I’m sorry.
All we have to do now is wait. The simultaneous detonation of a nuclear bomb in the event of a strong earthquake will optimize the impact of the shock wave down, thereby limiting the likelihood of future earthquakes. When is the next big earthquake coming? In a few days or months, but it is assumed that the frequency of earthquakes in recent years will not exceed three months at the latest.
“Hey, you want to eat or not? Yang Hyun-tung in the back seat of the Land Cruiser complains, “I’m finally on the loose, why don’t you just go and drink? I’m sorry.
Shen Qingping smiled: “Look at this spectacular view, these sacred lakes of the mountain that we moved with our own hands. It’s really impressive to think about it. All right, pony, go to a restaurant for dinner, and then there’s a regular meeting of the NCP in the afternoon. Why don’t you go back to headquarters and have a quick meal. I’m sorry.
“Do you have a human face?” Ma, I’m your old leader. Listen to me! Let’s go to New Lhasa. There’s a restaurant in Kawakawa on New Myeongju Road. I’m sorry.
“You are both leaders.” But at this point, I can only listen to the old captain. The car was activated, and it accelerated to the city.
It’s a nice restaurant, and the boss likes to take a cigarette around, and it’s not a good hygiene practice, but it’s a good way to make it. The three men drank a few beers, and the Yangs were arguing about the need to change the white wine, when the streets were raging, the motorcade was dragged to the Budara Palace, the palace was washed away from their sights, and Shen Qingping no longer felt shocked, and he laughed, “Hey, the heart was strong.” I’m sorry.
Yeung-hong said, “Good things are good, be a man. I’m sorry.
After half a case of beer, they left the hotel to walk along the road towards the palace of Budala, and the pony drove behind and slowly followed. Looking at the crowds that follow in the streets, Yang felt: “It was so easy to build a city, and when people came, the city was alive. I’m sorry.
“There’s a lot to be done, but after all, it’s a bit of a look. Shen Qingping said, “The spirit of Lhasa is in the house of Budara, the temple of Oshu. I’m sorry.
In front of the Budala Palace, it has reached its intended position, provided that the power of the magnetic suspended platform is cut off and the building as a whole is integrated with the foundations, and the aerogel and reinforced parts are removed. The procedure proceeded according to schedule, with two old men watching. The project was chaired by the Ding flag, and the Prime Minister and the living Buddha came and, because of their light work, they gave Yang and Shen Qingping leave.
The palace has fallen slowly in the sun, and the faithful are prostrating outside the cordon, and everything looks fine. At this moment, their phones were ringing at the same time.
There are only four words on the screen, with an amazing exclamation mark.
It’s detonating! I’m sorry.
Ten seconds later, the earthquake came. At a time when the fastest-spreading seismic waves have been recorded in human history, the city of New Lhasa, which is more than 1600 kilometres from the centre of the blast, was quickly attacked. People are screaming and hiding, and buildings that are high-square-resistant are shaking, but they’re not going to fall, and everything is in the calculations. It’s an earthquake reinforced by a nuclear explosion that will put an end to the human crisis!
“How’s it going? Has the melting started? Shen Qingping sits down and grabs his cell phone and shouts:
Then the Yang shouted, “Damn!” “He marches to the Land Cruiser, comes out, jumps on his toes and shakes towards the Boudala Palace.
In-qing (7), Ming Mei (5)
On this pilgrimage, In Qing Qingi, long on his head, walked 1600 kilometres. After entering the city of New Lhasa, he first found the Zhao Temple, where he turned his head and planted the teeth of his mother and father into the cathedral, and then headed towards the final target.
“It’s finally over. What are you going to do after that, Little Lama?”
Inqing said, “Go to Dad and Mom, they should be sent by the government to some place where they can be found using a computer.” I’m sorry.
“Oh. “The woman answered and stopped talking.
He asked, “What about you?”
“Go home, probably. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.
Every now and then, In Qing Zheng Do-gi doesn’t know what to say. He slowly cropped his head and arrived at Budala Palace, turning the temple around the perimeter of the security line and returning to the front of the palace.
“Blessed be the Buddha, the Father and the Mother of Packard live a long and healthy life…and bless Democrats.” He put his hands over his head, and he said the truth in his mouth, and his hands stood on the forehead and on the chest, and he put his hands down, all over his body. And when his forehead touched the earth, he could not feel pain, and he woke up to the thick cocoon which he had grown before his forehead: the eye of the foot of the Jail-hot Sanjoon.
He’s finally here.
Then the heavens and the earth were in turmoil, and he cried out, and he used his body to protect the little Lama. The lama tower in front of the palace of Budala was tilted, and the white tower was transported separately and not reinforced, and was dumped during the earthquake.
Time suddenly became very slow, the shadows over her head were widening, the eyes were closed, and the world around her seemed to be far away, and she could only smell one smell of sweet silk, as if she had a pure light in her arms.
Boom! I’m sorry.
A loud bang woke her up. Turning back slowly, Dai saw the Lama Tower leaning in the middle of the air, and a Panther Land Cruiser hit the ground in Tagan, and a hard-on prevented the tower from falling. The machine struck a delicate balance with the bricks, and if it came later, it would be crushed by a heavy white tower. The engine came out of the smoke, and a man in a camouflage dress pulled his leg out of the car, rubbing a nosebleed, and said, “The individual heroism, cut!” I’m shaking my hands so fast… it’s the feeling, rookie balls…”
“Come home with me. I’m sorry.
“…what?”
“Come home with me.” Let’s go find Mom and Dad and Da Wangjie. I’m sorry.
“I have a home. “There’s a house. I’m sorry.
Inqing said, “Will you come with me? I’m sorry.
“Return. I’m sorry.
The camera in the mingy bag snapped on the floor, the door was touched, and the number jumped to “42.” The sound of the stench finally rings, the numbers quickly retreat, the hatch pops, 135 rolls out.
The man in the colored suit walked around and took a look and said, “Good guy, film machine. But there’s something wrong with your camera. The film’s gone and it’s gone. I’m sorry.
Demersal and In-qing heard, and laughed.
The magma boils under the ground, snow mountains sink down, and the crust movement of 80 million years ago is being reversed. The monsoons of the Indian Ocean pass through the hot mountains and turn into heavy rain and the steam column rises at a height of 7,000 metres.
This is the last Himalayan.
This is a new future.
The end–
□ Chang lan
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
