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at the beginning of p>15 years, I visited Yuanyang terraced fields in Yunnan. The reason is purely coincidental: I planned to go to Mianbaobao, Turkey, but later I ran aground for various reasons. I happened to see a post introducing Yuanyang terraced fields on the Internet, and somehow felt similar, so I got on the plane to Kunming in a daze. After meeting my friends, I embarked on a journey to Yuanyang.

The traffic in Yuanyang is inconvenient. In the past, there were only three buses a day from Kunming, and the whole journey took more than seven hours. When we arrived at Nansha Bus Terminal, we had to transfer to Xinjie Bus Terminal, and then take a van to the terraced fields, which took at least one day. Fortunately, Yuanyang's innkeeper's brother was just going back from Kunming, so we were lucky to get a lift.

after passing through the sunny Yuxi and Yuanjiang rivers, the smooth road suddenly turned into a rugged Panshan road, and the terraced fields gradually emerged from the dusk, as if breaking into another world. It was still early to enter the terrace scenic spot, so the driver put us on the dam to enjoy the sunset.

the terraces in the cold wind are a little lonely. All those sunset pictures on the Internet are dazzling with the golden glow of sunset spread among terraces. However, what we see in front of us is only the terraced fields in the shadow of the mountains. The dense lines are staggered like fingerprints, but there is no color. It is said that because there are no clouds, the light can't be reflected into the terraced fields.

We returned to the inn in Duoyishu with a little disappointment, which is only a few minutes' walk from the sunrise observation deck. At night, Duoyishu is shrouded in darkness, and only the sporadic lights of the family hotel and a few barking in the distance guide the travelers who come back late. The innkeeper cooked a big table of rich country dishes for us. Travelers from all over the world gather at the same table as New Year's Eve. The hot meal is accompanied by lively conversation, and the scene is very warm.

The night is blown away by the whistling wind outside the window, and the hazy dawn in the east reminds us that it is time to watch the sunrise. The dawn in Yunnan is late, and the air is still gray at 7: 3 in the morning. There are few people on the road, and only a few Hani girls who buy eggs tirelessly sell goods to us.

The good position on the observation deck has long been seized by photographers, but the density of crowds is not large, so it is not difficult to find a photo spot. Everyone is piously facing the east, waiting for the sun to rise. However, the sun shyly hid behind the mountains, only sending more and more light through the peaks. The sky is still cloudless in Wan Li, and the terraces have to continue to be silent like black and white films under the cover of mountains. The cold wind and unchanging scenery make people feel a little boring. We simply hid in the canteen and asked for a cup of coffee. We sat in a warm room and watched the sun approaching one by one, watching the village wake up from a deep sleep, crowing and barking, and smoke rising from the fields.

Finally, the sun jumped out from the highest mountain top and sprinkled golden light on the water surface of the terraced fields, announcing the end of today's sunrise ceremony. The onlookers put away their long guns and short guns and scattered the birds and beasts.

I have seen the sunrise and sunset on the terraced fields, but I still haven't found any excitement.

after breakfast, all the people in the inn went out in twos and threes, so we asked the boss to contact a car to go out for a walk in the afternoon. During the lunch break, I went to Huangcaoling village, which is only a few steps away from the inn, on the recommendation of the donkey friend. It gave us a surprise here, because we crossed the village and came to a small road with a panoramic view of the terraced fields. There are beautiful scenery everywhere, so why go to the observation deck?

The chartered tour in the afternoon further confirmed this point. The driver took us to several famous local scenic spots. We all agree that the scenery of the eagle's mouth is the most charming. It is located on a mountain, surrounded by terraces, and its color is brighter than that of other places. Red, green, purple and yellow are mixed in it, just like a palette broken by a fairy. There are few tourists, so we can enjoy the beautiful scenery leisurely and take photos to our heart's content. I don't know if it is impossible to open a toll-paying observation deck because of the dangerous terrain. In short, we think the wonders here are better than the observation deck. < P > At another scenic spot whose name has been forgotten, we can get close contact with the terraces. The feeling of shuttling between terraces along the path is wonderful, and the beautiful "palette" has faded away from the mysterious coat and become extremely ordinary. The mirror reflecting colorful light and shadow is just a pool of dirty mud, green is aquatic plants and red is algae. Such a dirty pond, let alone taking pictures, doesn't even have the desire to take a look. However, after careful observation of these solid earth dams and ingenious water diversion facilities, my understanding of terraces has changed from plane to three-dimensional It turns out that the winding curves we saw in the photos are all such thick barriers, which were poured out by local people with sweat and wisdom. Some people describe the terraced fields as the annual rings of Ailao Mountain. Seeing is believing, and then we can know its wonders. Hard-working Hani people have created such a grand and magnificent spectacle with the hard sweat of generations, in order to raise their children and grandchildren, Hui Ze's descendants.

Qingkou Folk Village is a scenic spot that most drivers don't want to go to because of its steep terrain and little interest. When I went there, I found that the village was transformed into neither fish nor fowl, and most of the shops were closed, and the folk custom exhibition hall was dark. However, the simple life style of the villagers can still be seen: the old people either climb up and down lightly with firewood on their backs, or drive the cattle through the stone road; Young people sit on the street talking and laughing, and children play carefree, just like a picture of "yellow hair hanging over their heads and enjoying themselves" Time seems to have slowed down here, and the expressions on the faces of people and even livestock here make people feel extremely peaceful.

At last, we arrived at the most famous sunset viewing spot-Tiger Mouth, but God still refused to reward us with a cloud. Although the terraces here are more beautiful in shape and spectacular in terrain, we are doomed to return in vain. Tiger Mouth is the largest of the four scenic spots, and there are many small vendors. The girls of Hani and Yi people everywhere keep selling souvenirs to tourists.

originally, I was bored. I wanted to buy baked tofu at the entrance of the scenic spot and habitually began to bargain. At this moment, an uncle next to me said, "Don't haggle, they are poor, and ethnic minorities can't do business and earn a few dollars a day." I looked at the old lady's stiff smile and thought about the little girl who chased us hundreds of meters away to sell eggs in the morning, and my heart softened again. The terraces we saw were all created by these hardworking people with generations of sweat, but we openly developed and transformed them under the banner of "the property of all mankind". The government tore down the old houses and built villas; Businessmen from all over the world poured into hotels and started businesses; Photography enthusiasts and tourists are also flocking. However, the aborigines can only sell eggs and souvenirs to tourists with baskets on their shoulders. What did the famous terraces bring them? My heart suddenly felt a sadness.

On the morning when we left Yuanyang, there were finally clouds in the sky. Perhaps in order to remember the future, we reluctantly bid farewell to the quiet mountain village in the glow, leaving me with many precious memories in just one and a half days. Lu You's "A Tour of Shanxi Village" is surging in my mind-

Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

there is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village.

Xiao Gu follows the Spring Club, and his clothes are simple and antique.

from now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon, you will knock on the door with a stick all night.

Although Yuanyang is well-known, the mountain still keeps the pace of commercialization out of this quiet land. Generally speaking, the folk customs are relatively simple and honest. However, the innkeeper said that an airport would be built near here soon, and future tourists would save the trouble of transferring to Kunming. And in order to ease the passenger flow, the government is also building new roads and renovating houses. I wonder what Yuanyang will be like then. Will this simple fairyland be gone forever?

we don't know the answer, just like we don't know what Yuanyang was before he unveiled the mystery to the world, and what he will become in the future. I can only say to friends who yearn for the beautiful scenery of Yuanyang: Come here when you have time, while it has not faded from the coat of fairyland.