Po Ling Jia Sa

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At seven o'clock last night, it was raining. My father and I finally arrived at the long-awaited famous attractions in Malkang Citylt; Bolingjiasa Heritage Parkgt; play. Although the drizzle brought a bit of coolness, it drove away the few tourists. The narrow winding mountain road is lined with blooming mountain flowers and green trees. The hills are like forests and stretch up and down along the mountain ridges, with crisp green and endless blackness; small flowers, grass, and many unknown small trees are dotted among them, showing off their waist branches in the breeze, dancing slowly and singing softly, and the breeze blows by. , the fragrance of grass and flowers comes to my nostrils, and I feel relaxed and happy; I am extremely amazed by this beautiful Jiarong scenery and the local flavor!

According to Markang City Chronicles: The ruins of Bolingjiasa Ancient City are located in Group 5 of Erya Village, Markang Town, on a high hillside on the northwest side of Amudun Toutou. The ancient castle was built on the mountain. According to historical records, it is called "Baoning Protectorate" or "a government building built with mud." The ancient castle has left many beautiful legends in the Jiarong area: A long time ago, the neighboring kings Dong Woting and Lilu fought to resist the Tibetans. It was built with the help of the king of Tang Dynasty due to the intrusion of neighboring tribes and has a history of more than a thousand years. The earthen fort is built on the mountain, with loess reinforced and layered. There are 27 large, medium and small forts in the Bolingjiasa Tu Fort site in Malkang City. The overall structure is slightly trapezoidal and the distribution is more regular, covering an area of ??about 0.5 square kilometers. The existing large-scale earthen forts are 12 meters high, long and wide, and the medium-sized earthen forts are 11 meters long, 11 meters wide and 8 meters high. There are connected civil buildings between the castles...

At seven o'clock in the evening on August 1, my father and I had dinner and braved the light rain to start a joyful trip to Bolingjiasa Heritage Park. We were holding umbrellas, mobile phones, and small bags on our backs, smelling the fragrance of flowers, singing birds, and following the winding and undulating paths. Unknowingly, we arrived at a splendid small temple. The small temple is not big, with a square layout. In the center is a lobby of about ten square meters, surrounded by round discs and glittering golden prayer wheels. As a routine, my father and I always visit the temple. We knelt down with piety and performed religious rituals, and turned around six times, just like the last time we worshiped the Buddha at Zhangqialing...

After worshiping the Buddha, we continued on our way. At the Yisha crossing, I looked sideways at the signboard next to me - Maintenance ahead, no traffic allowed. Apparently this road was rolled over by a mudslide not long ago. There were many small holes in the ground not far away. The wooden guardrail was crooked and tilted to one side. It was obviously damaged...

Okay, let’s not talk about it. The recent heavy rains and floods in Markang, Aba. We successfully arrived at the first attraction in Bolingjiasa Heritage Park! This is a larger square with several circular patterns in the middle. There is a promenade viewing platform on the side of the mountain road, a long row of wooden chairs, the steps are wide and grand, built in a trapezoid shape against the mountain, and there are two restaurants beside the square. The wooden house where tourists rest is about seven or eight square meters. Don’t mistake them for toilets, but for real houses. Dad told me that if I didn’t want to go home and was tired and sleepy, I could spend the night in those two huts, watch the stars, admire the moon, bathe in the mountain breeze, and listen to the singing of birds. I secretly admired: the government departments are people-oriented, good officials, considerate of the people, and relieve tourists' worries. They not only travel for free, but also live for free. This in-depth tour is very creative, and I believe it has a great reputation...

We set off on this trip Walking up the steep plank road, we soon reached a large platform and saw a rectangular signboard with eight large characters in Chinese, English, Japanese, and Korean: [Bolingjiasa Heritage Park] shining in gold. Standing on the stage, there are many tall buildings at the foot of the mountain, and the short horse market is bustling with traffic and thousands of lights, making it look prosperous.

Looking to the east, two adjacent earth forts appear and disappear. To the west and south, the mountains are blending together. There are two small plank roads that curve upwards beside the square, which can lead to 25 scenic spots in Luoqibu in the mountains and wilds in the distance. But my father and I felt that it was rainy and dark, and the time was short to take risks, so we took the shortcut...

We were still out of breath, our feet were weak and our hands were soft, tick, tick, tick, the light rain kept falling. It was cold on the umbrella, on my face, and on my body. My shoes were wet, my pants were wet, and my clothes were wet... Finally, we reached the first earthen fort. The earthen castle only had a few clumps of weeds growing on its head, and it looked as if it had no clothes on.

On the chest, waist, and legs, there are only small, small, large, and large dimples. They are shallow, round, narrow, varying in size, sparsely distributed, and the skin is red and yellow. The bumps and bumps were uneven, and we kept pressing our mobile phones to leave beautiful shadows of the earthen castle on a rainy night. The rain was still dripping, the sky was getting dark, and we continued to move forward alone! We saw the second earthen castle, which also had a few clumps of grass on its head. It was naked, like twin brothers, with exactly the same bumps all over the body. , skin red and yellow...

After passing the earthen castle, the trail up the mountain no longer has a decent diameter, but is curved and winding, like strips of circling mountain earthworms, green snakes, sporadic and... Lying proudly in the mountain stream...

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky is getting darker and darker. Although the travel intention is strong, there are stars in the distance, and 25 earthen castles of different sizes are flickering. Wave and shout at us. But our clothes were wet, our mouths were dry, and we were exhausted, so we had to embark on the return journey down the mountain...

Ah! The rest of the trip is not over!

This night trip in the rain, adventure in the mountains, is not long and the journey is not far. It is really interesting to smell the fragrance of flowers and listen to the chirping of insects! It made me realize the unique Tibetan customs! It’s incredible. It turns out that deep in the mountains, in the flourishing Malkang, there are not only sizzling wine pot houses, delicious matsutake mushrooms, and monks’ steamed buns with mutton; there are also songs about Jiarong Buddha Land, Tibetan The nation’s superb architectural wisdom and long history and culture left a very deep impression on me, and also made me curious about this fertile soil, the red holy land!

By the way, let’s advertise, the mainland Friends at home and abroad, from all over the world, welcome everyone to visit Malkang, the summer paradise and the hometown of Jiarong Guozhuang!

In summer, there are no mosquitoes and no heat, and the thin quilt is very cool. In winter, there is always warm sunshine and the haze is really not disturbing!

Thank you August, thank you summer, thank you for the light rain, thank you Ma Shi, thank you, fellow Malkang folks, and my dearest and most loved Di [Po, Ling, Jia, Sa]! If you don’t give up, I will definitely come again!

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