Insight into the past in the distance Kangding Mugecuo

Tencent Daqin Net Dacheng Net A Tale of Two Cities

The word "Kangding" gave me the first association, which was Han Hong. Yes, that famous singer, fat, short hair and wearing glasses, is more talented. Although I am not sure whether she has written or sung any songs about Kangding until now, I don't want Baidu.

Han Hong is my favorite singer, and Kangding is the place I want to see.

The world-famous stage folk song "Love Song of Kangding" is long enough, and it is full of dust in my heart.

The scenery of Kangding is new to me, because I haven't been there before a week. I'm still longing for ... looking forward to ...

I often feel that opportunities are like pies in the sky, which suddenly fall off unsuspecting and hit my head, sometimes bringing dizzy pleasure. At this time, I will be so happy that I will forget my faith and draw a cross on my chest. Thank God, Amen, I am so loved and a happy person.

In the second half of December, 217, Tencent Daqin.com Dacheng.com's Tale of Two Cities played a pie that hit me. I was selected as a tourist, and I traveled to and from Xi 'an to Chengdu high-speed rail for free, with free accommodation and tickets. I am so lucky for such a good thing.

In the early morning of December 22nd, I boiled three white eggs, carried my backpack and set out.

The snow boots bought online in advance haven't arrived yet, so I have to wear a pair of long flat cowhide boots with regret. I hope I won't be frozen when I get to Kangding.

In the subway of Xi 'an Line 2, I was sitting in my seat and playing with my mobile phone. A young girl with intellectual ability and elegance came to greet me. She asked me if I was going to Mugecuo ... Oh, it turned out that she was QY, the leader of our trip. It's amazing! What a coincidence. I told her that with you, I don't have to fuck all the way, just follow.

it's agreed that the five tour experts selected by Tencent daqin. com and their peers will gather at Xi 'an North Railway Station to take the high-speed train ——D4251 bound for Chengdu. One of the girls didn't catch up with the time. She was ruthlessly locked outside the ticket gate and had to go home and give up this wonderful journey. Fortunately, I didn't commit procrastination this time. When I got on the bus, found my seat and put away my luggage, my whole body cells were relaxed and happy.

the seat is by the window. I made a cup of cooked rice for ten years, laid out snacks and took off my hat and scarf. On the seat next door, the seat next to the aisle, and the seat back and forth, there were more than a dozen post-9 s boys. They talked and laughed, saying that the high-speed rail was opened, and collectively went to Chengdu to eat hot pot.

I have a bad stomach, but I also want to have an authentic Chengdu hot pot, even if it is spicy or numb. If you eat something bad, you will take stomach medicine again. This is a deadly rhythm for me.

the bus passes Mianyang and stops for 3 minutes. I got off the bus and took a few steps. I took an iron sign with Mianyang's name printed on it and sent it to a circle of friends with words.

Mianyang is my hometown, where I once lived for a short time. When I was still young, I taught here. My school was on Fule Mountain, and a group of children aged fifteen or sixteen surrounded me all day. Sometimes I take them down the mountain and invite them to dinner. On the road, I often meet people who carry the burden to sell green bamboo shoots, a complete fresh green bamboo shoot with green leaves, 8 cents, I clearly remember. We bought bamboo shoots, took a crisp bite while peeling them, ran and laughed, and basically ate them when we reached the river at the foot of the mountain.

At that time, there was a popular dish in Mianyang, where the tail of green bamboo shoots was cut off with leaves and fried with garlic. It was called fried phoenix tail. What a beautiful name, it was especially like oily wheat dishes, but it was actually more bitter than oily wheat dishes. I used to hate this dish.

in Mianyang, I also met a writer friend who forgot to make friends, the same age as my father. She has elegant manners and vivid humor. There is a dog in Mr. Jia Pingwa's novel White Night, which is written according to her dog. It is said that the first half of the novel White Night was written in Mianyang, and the hill where he lived was opposite the hill where I taught.

The past is as far away as the previous life, and as clear as yesterday ... The train keeps going, looking out of the window, I really want to fly to Fule Mountain again, and have a look at the house I lived in, I wonder if it is still there ...

Because I was in a hurry, I spent half an hour eating a bowl of spicy maocai at Chengdu East Station, saying it was the winter solstice. On WeChat, people kept urging me to eat jiaozi, and my fellow 1.8-meter boy asked for it.

Some Chinese medicine friends reminded me to moxibustion navel, saying that moxibustion navel on the winter solstice will keep me from getting sick for a year. I did bring a little moxa stick, but I can't get moxibustion. It's winter in public, so how can I show my navel?

A khaki minibus picked you up at the station, and five Chengdu tourists selected by Tencent Dacheng. Together with the staff, our travel team has 13 members.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as the bus leaves, the general manager, a Chengdu girl in a green down jacket and WQ, editor of Dacheng.com, gave everyone a small gift, Tencent's felt-faced penguin key bag. Everyone introduced themselves, and they were fresh for a while, excited for a while, and soon fell asleep.

Some people occasionally wake up and take photos outside the window. Although they take the expressway, the mountains and rivers on both sides of the road are very beautiful. From time to time, they see villages with scattered heights, Sichuan-style houses, and black tiles are stacked and covered with white houses. I really want to go down and sit next to those houses and draw them, and then draw trees in front of and behind the houses. On the trees, some birds are singing, and some simple villagers are painted in front of them, which are lovely.

it's a long drive, and it's bumpy all the way. Lying on the seat feels like a cradle. It's like sleeping, half dreaming, half waking, listening to my neighbor's little snore, occasionally having a little dream, occasionally thinking of someone, something, an experience that I thought had been forgotten, and occasionally suddenly understanding something, such as love, such as the truth behind that love, which I didn't see clearly. On this sleepy and tiring way, I suddenly became clear and enlightened.

due to road maintenance, the driver had to detour more than 1 kilometers for an extra hour.

When it was dark, I passed a small town. Everyone was hungry. We got off the bus and took a seat. It was a small restaurant with little decoration, but the festive face of the proprietress made people extremely warm. A table of folk Sichuan dishes came up, and the dishes were fragrant, and the friends quickly ate their fill.

continue to go to Kangding, the destination.

it's getting darker.

Go back to sleep. Soon, your eyelids will be opened by the bright lights outside the window. Here we are! Kangding! As far as the eye can see, a small town with strong ethnic characteristics, hotels and inns are crowded with people and beautiful Tibetan letters everywhere.

22 pm. We checked into Solomabo Hotel.

The hotel is very classy, with adequate heating, modern design everywhere, and cleverly integrated with Tibetan cultural symbols. It is spacious and clean, and the waiters in the hotel look like Tibetan girls. Their skin is not white, but they are very eye-catching, with beautiful facial features and good pronunciation of Tibetan Putonghua.

The room is a tatami standard room, and the decoration material is excellent, but the sewage in the bathroom is not well treated. After washing, the ground is full of water, and the thick disposable slippers are soaked instantly.

The mattress and quilt were so comfortable that I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. I was worried about the fork shop before, but later I found that it was completely unnecessary to worry.

I slept very well. I had a dream-free night and woke up refreshed in the morning.

there is no high reaction.

I used to go to Lijiang, where the altitude is more than 2,, and Labrang Temple, where the altitude is more than 3,, and Kangding, where the altitude is 3,8, but I broke the routine and everything was normal. Ha, happy.

several friends said that this is the first time to stay overnight in Tibetan areas without electric mattresses. It's so happy.

Breakfast is presented by the hotel, including white rice porridge, yak milk, meat buns, flower rolls, steamed bread, wowotou, vegetables, side dishes and boiled eggs.

It takes one hour to drive from the hotel to the gate of Mugecuo Scenic Area.

azure.

I sent photos to some friends in Xi 'an, and they replied: it's really blue. I'm wearing a blue down jacket, and so am I. The light is excellent. In the photo, my skin seems to have been beautified by software for several rounds.

The bus can't enter the scenic spot, so we brushed the tickets and got the insurance. sightseeing bus, which has a unified scenic spot, drove us all the way up the mountain and kept turning. Everyone sitting in the seat was thrown to the left for a while and to the right for a while. I was afraid to throw the camera out of the window several times.

The sacred lake in Mugecuo is beautiful.

A big stone stands on the beach near the lake, which reads "Gold Coast" and "3,78 meters above sea level". We took a group photo, and a rhubarb dog came, with a good temper around us. The general manager WQ said that his name was Xiao Huang, and he could meet him every time he came.

Walking up the mountain along the Mugecuo plank road, the river flows silently under the incomplete melting ice and snow, which is a wonderful feeling.

By a simple wooden bridge, two free ponies, one black and one white, are like lovers, drinking water first. They didn't give a damn when we came. Even if everyone is around to take pictures, they simply drink water and look like gods. After drinking enough, the two of them raised their heads and left in tandem. The pace was elegant and unhurried, and they passed by me without fear of strangers.

Continue to walk up the mountain at high altitude. At noon, lunch is an instant hot pot.

It's really a Sichuan specialty. It's the first time I've seen this kind of instant hot pot. On the mountain, outdoors, there is no fire, and cold mineral water is poured in, which is a bit like a heating bag with a thick warm baby that can boil in cold water for a moment ... Although the cold wind is blowing, we are so touched by the hot food.

actually, it's not particularly cold. At least, it's not as cold as expected. It's MINUS four or five degrees, which is similar to Xi 'an. The sun is nice and warm, away from the smog.

After eating, continue to climb the mountain. Look at the sacred lakes, rivers, Tibetan smoke, clouds overhead, and Gongga Snow Mountain higher ... I can't walk any further.

The mountain was taken by a tour bus to another lake-Omacuo, with an altitude of 3,5m.

opposite the lake is the famous "medicine pool boiling spring", which is actually a group of hot springs with various temperatures and a cloister shape. There are live fish in two of the ponds. As soon as the feet are put in, all the fish rush up and bite your feet. Ha, ha, ha, what a strange feeling. There is also a hot spring for boiling eggs. The water temperature is very high. You can soak raw eggs until they are cooked, but they are medium-cooked. Egg yolk is liquid and is said to be more nutritious than full-cooked.

I soaked my feet in a hot spring, stretched out and lay back on the wood. Looking at the clouds overhead, I was so lazy that I fell asleep and had a little dream.

The next scenic spots are Lotus Mountain and Qisehuai, with Manidui. It was near dusk, and I turned around the Mani pile three times clockwise, chanting the beauty of Mani in my mouth, and silently praying for my blessings to my relatives and friends.

back in kangding city, it's not dark yet. Our car passed through the city. I put my eyes out of the window and stroked the small town outside the window to my heart's content. I was very surprised to find two Catholic churches. I thought that in Tibetan areas, there would be no other religions except Buddhism. God is amazing! There is also a foothold in Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Freedom of belief. That's great.

Dinner is a mutton soup pot. Addicted!

to be honest, I really don't want to leave so soon. There must be more beauty in Kangding.

I'll come again next time, stay a few more days and look around carefully. This trip to Kangding Mugecuo has planted a seed for me.

On the way, continue the bumps of the bus, continue the state of being half asleep and half awake, and continue to realize the past in sleepiness.

I got off at an unknown small place at noon and had a spicy and hot fish. Cooking is a Tibetan woman who is less than 3 years old. She expertly fry onion, ginger and garlic, stir-fry, add soup, put fish, then put food and leftover vegetables ... Seeing her operation, I feel that she is full of love for the pot, because her cooking state is really devoted and passionate, just like the protagonist on the stage.

I'm not dreaming. This lunch is really delicious.

it's sunny. After passing through Erlangshan Tunnel, there is dark ice on the way down the mountain, and all passing vehicles are hung with anti-skid chains.

Our bus is no exception. It is safe to hang the chain and control the speed down the hill.

After arriving in Ya 'an in the afternoon, get on the expressway and then arrive in Chengdu.

At four o'clock in the afternoon on December 24th, the bus took us to Tianfu Square in Chengdu. Everyone got off the bus and dismissed. Chengdu's Daren friends go home, and Xi 'an's Daren friends go to the hotel they booked.

The hotel I booked is near Kuanzhai Lane. I looked at the map. It's not far from Tianfu Square. It's still early, and I'm not tired. So I opened a bicycle on the side of the road and rode all the way across the street, looking around. Because the mountaineering bag was heavy, I fell down on the road, and it didn't hurt. Feeling very hot, I took off my down jacket and soon arrived at my check-in place.

put down your luggage and simply wash up. * * * Enjoy a bicycle and go straight to Wenshuyuan. I really love the feeling of flying in other places by bike, as if I am close to this place, not a guest.

It is said that the sweet water surface opposite Wenshuyuan is delicious, and people often have to queue up. Every time friends in Xi 'an come here on business, they will bring back several bowls. Maybe it's because of my bad stomach. My face is as thick as a finger, and it's not soft at all, like a bowl of sculpture. I bought it, took a few bites, and said to my friend, "Can I tell the truth now? Don't be sad. I dare not eat, I am afraid I can't digest it. " She is my friend in Xi 'an. Her name is Ogawa. She came to Chengdu to give a lecture. After the lecture, she waited for me to go shopping in Chengdu and then went back to Xi 'an together.

Ogawa is so nice. She took my half bowl of noodles and swept it away in an instant.

I went to Wenshuyuan and took two photos. This is my ninth visit to Chengdu. But the last time I took a photo in Wenshuyuan was in the autumn of 1996. After an interval of 21 years, revisiting the old place turned out to be a completely strange feeling, without deja vu.

Chengdu media friend H drove Ogawa and me to Jinli, and my friends Sandao and QY waited for me in Jinli. Sandao told me to meet at Starbucks in Jinli as soon as possible. He gave me his hat, and then they were going to the cinema to watch The Legend of the Demon Cat.

Jinli at night is a bit like Gulou Pedestrian Street in Xi 'an, with ancient buildings, lights, dense shops, delicious food, fun, tourist souvenirs, noise and many people.

Starbucks is very distinctive. Modern and antique are mixed. We are sitting in the open air in the backyard. Everyone is afraid of losing sleep over coffee. Even Ogawa, who loves coffee most, shakes his head.

Because we had a good chat, my two friends liked Sandao and QY, and they also liked the new friends I brought.

Being a good person again, what a good bridge I am.

everyone sat down and didn't want to get up. Sandao and QY canceled going to the cinema, and I also shortened the time plan for visiting Jinli. A few hours, a comfortable climate, a breeze, interesting topics, and a wonderful gathering.

Later, after we parted, I took a cursory tour of Jinli for more than ten minutes, bought some snacks, and then went back to the hotel to sleep.

December 25th. At noon, I went to eat nourishing hot pot next to Wuhou Temple with local friends in Chengdu.

go and buy clothes after eating.

an acquaintance's shop is on the 17th floor of a residential area.