Guizhou Tachun Chicken

A few days ago, while there were not many tourists, I visited Zhaoxing, Qianhu Miao Village in Xijiang, Zhenyuan Ancient Town and Fan Jing in Guizhou, and really lamented the beauty of the motherland's mountains and rivers and the baptism of traditional ethnic architecture and scenery.

First, I took the bullet train to Congjiang, and then my friend received the "spring breeze of ten miles" from the B&B inn he opened. This inn lives on the hillside of Zhaoxing Dong Village. Open the window and get a panoramic view of the whole Dong village. At night, there are more lights in Zhaoxing Dong Village than during the day. Walking along the central street, you can see tall wooden buildings, colorful lights, breathing a strong ethnic minority atmosphere and feeling the humanistic atmosphere of Dong township. Listening to a friend's introduction makes you happy and honest. During the day, whether there is anyone in the room or not, the door can always be open. If the host is not here, call the guest and tell the guest to take the room key and open the door. Let people feel the ancient rhyme of "the road is not picked up, and the door is not closed at night".

The next day, I took a bus to Xijiang Qianhu Miao Village, sat in a hillside restaurant and tasted Dong cuisine. I looked at the wind and rain bridge and the gorgeous flowers and trees by the river, and then looked up at the Dong Mulou covered on the opposite hillside, giving birth to the feeling that "Dong Xiang has nowhere to find this scene".

After dinner, I reluctantly left Xijiang and arrived at Zhenyuan Ancient Town at high speed. There is a clear river flowing through the ancient town. At night, lanterns are hung high on both sides of the river, and the reflection on the river is like a fairyland on earth. Strolling along the river, the pop songs accompanied by musical instruments in modern bars are not abrupt with the ancient houses, showing a wonderful fusion of ancient massiness and the present.

In the morning, I woke up in the birdsong and walked to the balcony. I saw the morning fog curling up on the river and looked at the balcony on the ancient bridge. At that moment, I didn't know where I was. It's too early to drive to Fan Jing. All the way to the high speed, until the next high speed entered the mountainous area, the air suddenly became fresh and refreshing. The distant mountains, forests and houses on the roadside, purple magnolia, azaleas and rape flowers pass by from time to time, making people fully experience the breath of spring.

Stop, eat something, and enter the gate. The minibus pulls the tourists to the cable car. It takes about 15 and 16 minutes for the cable car to climb the mountain, which shows that the mountain is high and steep. Unfortunately, it is foggy outside the cable car, so it is impossible to directly understand the steepness.

Get off the cable car and start climbing Fan Jingshan. Because there is a certain height above sea level and the fog is heavy and humid, tourists put on raincoats to prevent moisture. This ladder is made very strong. With the extension of the slope and length, the footsteps began to be heavy and the breathing gradually became rapid. I could only have a rest and my body began to sweat. The entanglement of sweat and air moisture makes people feel that they can't breathe well, and the pace is as difficult as lead. I don't know how many times I have rested, and I don't know how many times I have warned myself. Persistence is victory, and I finally climbed to the top of the mushroom. Take a break, and then continue to the old Jinding. The first time I climbed the old Jinding, the steps were steeper and more dangerous than the mushroom top, that is, I used a hammer to cut stone steps with different widths on the boulder. In the narrowest place to climb, people grazed the stone wall on both sides of their shoulders. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the chain by the stone wall. My hands became cold because of the cold contact with the chain and the air. I occasionally stop to breathe with my hands and try to send some warmth, but my hands don't feel any warmth. Steep stone steps, one of which was climbed with both hands and feet. On the way, I reversed several times and tried not to climb down the hill. However, I always have the upper hand. I wiped the mixture of sweat and fog from my face, stopped looking up at the front steps, gasped for breath in my mouth, and then disappeared instantly. Climbed dozens of steps and stopped for a while. I shook my arm and climbed up again, silently counting "one, two, three, four …". The sky is not beautiful, but it is hateful. Although the sun appeared on the peak, the white fog that enveloped the whole peak always surrounded Fan Jingshan, and the surrounding scenery was invisible, only white.

The biggest regret of climbing Fan Jing this time is that we didn't find the overpass between two towering rocks. Later, on the way down the mountain, I realized that it was a golden dome of good fortune. There seems to be a road leading to Puji Square on Lao Jinding's way down the mountain. Although this is a pity, it leaves me an opportunity to appreciate the precipitousness of Fan Jing in the future, and regret is also a kind of beauty.

That night, I stayed at Su Min Hotel in Fanxing, jiangkou county, across the street from another B&B hotel in Fanxing owned by the same owner. This is a newly-opened hotel, clean and spacious, and worth staying in.

I drove back to Zhaoxing the next morning, tasted the perfect fragrant pig at lunch, and returned to the city by train this afternoon. The hustle and bustle of the city is in sharp contrast with the simplicity and tranquility of the mountain village. After staying in the city for a long time, it is extremely pleasant to feel the freedom of flying.

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