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Litang Travel Notes (3): School and Renkang Ancient Street

We drove out of Baita Park and parked near a school.

At the school gate, many students were queuing up to have their temperatures taken before entering the school. This surprised us. Why do they still have classes during the May Day holiday?

Local friends in Sichuan said that maybe because they have other holidays such as Cordyceps holiday, they don’t have a holiday on May Day. Another friend and I were shocked and quickly asked what Cordyceps fake was.

It turns out that May and June are the seasons when local Cordyceps sinensis matures, and Cordyceps sinensis is the main source of income for local residents. Because of their good eyesight, children have to follow the adults to dig up cordyceps.

After listening to the explanation, we suddenly realized that the reason why we don’t have the May Day holiday because of the Cordyceps holiday is so reasonable! Whether it’s true or not, we believe it anyway.

On the way to Renkang Ancient Street, we met many children carrying schoolbags. They were carrying schoolbags that looked bulging and heavy, and they were jumping and running fast! I really can’t accept it! You know, the three of us in Litang would be out of breath if we walked any faster.

Just when we were sighing, a little girl with big eyes walked towards us. Her eyes were like those of a doll, watery and so beautiful! A friend and I couldn't help but look at her several times, and even exclaimed in surprise. The cute little girl may have heard it, and she smiled at us and stretched out her hand to say hello. My friends and I’s hearts melted instantly! We looked at each other and sighed: The people in Litang are so friendly!

The day we came to Litang was the last day of Dingzhen Horse Racing. I heard this from a college classmate of mine.

It was a coincidence that I was checking Moments on the way and saw that she happened to be in Litang, so I chatted with her for a while. She had already arrived in Litang when we were in Kangding, and walked to Daocheng Airport. She had severe altitude sickness, and she couldn't hold on any longer, so she hurried away. Before slipping away, she posted on WeChat Moments. No, I was caught. But she walked in front and we came in behind, so we didn't catch up with each other.

Let’s go ahead and talk about horse racing.

While we were rushing to Renkang Ancient Street, we discussed where Ding Zhen was racing.

When we arrived at the entrance of the ancient street and saw the program list at the door, we realized that we had missed the Dingzhen Horse Racing - the horse racing was in the morning!

Looking back now, it’s a pity that I didn’t meet Ding Zhen when I went to Litang. But the atmosphere there at that time made a few of us feel no pity at all.

Renkang Ancient Street is very beautiful. The walls are all the warm earthy color in the picture, but it does not look dim, but exudes a simple vitality. The ground looked like it was paved with volcanic stones, and the whole street was clean and bright.

There are poems and three-dimensional paintings on many walls. It gives people a wonderful feeling. It’s hard to describe, but it is indeed a kind of beauty that we have never seen before.

We didn’t know how long Renkang Ancient Street was, so we just walked along the street. The weather was bad and there were not many tourists. I only saw a few scattered people along the way.

While walking, an old Tibetan woman came towards me. She just leaned on crutches and walked slowly.

I couldn’t help but take a photo with my mobile phone, and then I started to regret why I didn’t bring my SLR when I went out.

The visual impact of the old lady and the surrounding scenes is too strong.

Just as I was sighing, the sound of a camera shutter sounded beside me. I turned my head to look, and it turned out that it was a young man carrying a SLR who was taking pictures of the old lady.

As expected, no one can stop the charm of this Tibetan grandmother.