Looking into the past in the distance, Kangding Mugecuo

Tencent Daqin. com Dacheng. com A Tale of Two Cities

The word "Kangding" reminds me of Han Hong first. Yes, that famous singer, chubby, with short hair and glasses, is more talented. Although I'm not sure whether she has written or sung any songs about Kangding up to now, I don't want Baidu.

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

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

Kangding's style is new in my heart, because I haven't been there for a week. I'm still looking forward to ... looking forward to it ...

I often feel that opportunity is like a pie in the sky. It will suddenly fall down and hit my head unsuspecting, and sometimes it will bring dizziness. At this time, I will be happy enough to forget my faith and draw a cross on my chest. Thank God, Amen, I am so loved and a happy person.

20 17, 17 In late February, Tencent Daqin. Com's A Tale of Two Cities played a role in fueling the flames. I was selected as a tourist, and I was free to go back and forth from Xi 'an to Chengdu-Chongqing high-speed rail, with free accommodation and tickets. I am so lucky for such a good thing.

65438+In the early morning of February 22nd, I boiled three white eggs, put on my backpack and set off.

The snow boots bought online in advance have not arrived yet, so I have to put on a pair of long flat-bottomed cowhide boots with regret. I hope I won't freeze to death in Kangding.

On Xi subway line 2, I sat in my seat and played with my mobile phone. A smart and elegant young girl came to meet me. She asked me if I was going to Mugecuo ... Oh, it turns out that she is QY, our tour leader. It's amazing! What a coincidence. I told her that with you, I don't have to fuck all the way, just follow.

Agree with the five tourists selected by Tencent Daqin. Com, the friends of this trip, gathered at Xi 'an North Station and took the high-speed train D425 1 bound for Chengdu. One of the girls missed the time. She was ruthlessly locked out of the ticket gate and had to go home, giving up this wonderful journey. Fortunately, I didn't commit procrastination this time. Get on the bus, find a seat, put away your luggage, and your whole body cells are relaxed and happy.

A window seat. I cooked a cup of rice for ten years, set snacks, took off my hat and scarf. On the seat next door, on the aisle seat, and on the back and forth seat, there are more than a dozen boys born after 90. 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 eat an authentic Chengdu hot pot, even if it is spicy or spicy. Take stomach medicine after eating it badly. This is a deadly rhythm for me.

The car passed Mianyang and stopped for 3 minutes. I got off and took a few steps. I took an iron sign with Mianyang's name printed on it and posted it in a circle of friends with words.

Mianyang is my hometown, where I once lived briefly. When I was young, I taught here. My school is on Fule Mountain, and a group of 15-and 16-year-old children surround 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, 80 cents, I clearly remember. We bought bamboo shoots, peeled them, ate a crunchy bite, ran and laughed, and basically ate them by the river at the foot of the mountain.

At that time, a popular dish in Mianyang was to cut off the tail of green bamboo shoots with leaves and fry them with garlic. It's called fried phoenix tail. What a beautiful name. It used to be particularly 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 is elegant and humorous. There is a dog in Mr. Jia Pingwa's novel White Night, which is based on her dog. It is said that the first half of the novel White Night was written in Mianyang, and the hill where he lives is opposite to the hill where I teach.

The past is as far away as the past, as clear as yesterday ... Looking out the window, I really want to fly to Fule Mountain again and have a look at the house where I lived. I wonder if it is still there. ...

Because I was in a hurry, I ate a bowl of spicy maocai at Chengdu East Station for half an hour, saying it was the solstice of winter. People have been urging me to eat jiaozi on WeChat. A boy of 1.8 meters asked for a bowl of spicy jiaozi, and I fished one out of his bowl, which was regarded as the completion of the winter solstice ceremony.

Some Chinese medicine friends reminded me to moxibustion navel, saying that moxibustion navel will not get sick for a year from winter to morning. I did bring a little moxa stick, but I can't do moxibustion. It's winter in public, how can you show your navel?

A khaki minibus will pick you up at the station, five Chengdu tourists selected by Tencent Dacheng. Together with the staff, our travel team consists of 13 members.

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

Sometimes I wake up and take pictures outside the window. Although I walk on the expressway, the mountains and rivers on both sides of the road are very beautiful. From time to time, I saw sporadic villages, Sichuan-style houses, black tiles and white houses. I really want to go down and sit next to those houses and draw trees in front and behind them. In the tree, I draw some birds in love, birds sing, and draw some simple villagers and lovely children in front of the door.

After driving for a long time, it was bumpy all the way, lying in the seat, feeling like a cradle. It's like sleeping, half asleep, listening to my neighbor's little snoring, having a little dream occasionally, thinking of someone, an event, an experience I thought I had forgotten, and suddenly understanding something, such as love, such as the truth behind that love, which I didn't see clearly. On this sleepy and tired road, I suddenly became enlightened.

Due to the maintenance of the road section, the driver had no choice but to detour 100 kilometers and drive for an hour.

When it was dark, I passed a small town and everyone was hungry. We got off the bus and took a seat. It was a small restaurant without any decoration, but the festive face of the proprietress made people warm. A table of folk Sichuan food was served, and the food was fragrant, and the friends quickly ate their fill.

Continue to run to the destination Kangding.

It's getting dark.

Go back to sleep, and soon, your eyelids will be opened by the shining lights outside the window. Here we are! Kangding! At first glance, a small town with strong ethnic characteristics, hotels and inns are crowded with people, and beautiful Tibetan letters are everywhere.

At 22: 00 in the evening, we checked into Solomabo Hotel.

The hotel is very high-grade, with adequate heating, modern design everywhere, and skillfully integrated with Tibetan cultural symbols. It's spacious, clean and atmospheric. The waiter in the hotel looks like a Tibetan girl, but her skin is not white, but she is very eye-catching, with beautiful facial features and good pronunciation in Tibetan Mandarin.

The room is a tatami standard room, and the decoration materials are great, but the water in the bathroom is not treated well. After washing, the ground was covered with water, and the thick disposable slippers were 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 there was no need to worry at all.

I slept well, stretched all night without dreaming, and woke up refreshed in the morning.

There was no rebellion.

I have been to Lijiang at an altitude of more than 2000 meters, Labrang Temple at an altitude of more than 3000 meters, and Kangding at an altitude of 3800 meters. Ha, happy.

Several friends said that this is the first time to spend the night in Tibetan areas, and there is no electric mattress. I am 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 an hour to drive from the hotel to the entrance of Mugecuo Scenic Area.

Pure blue.

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

The bus couldn't enter the scenic spot, so we brushed the ticket and got insurance. Sightseeing bus, a unified scenic spot, carries us all the way up the mountain and keeps turning. Everyone sitting in the seat is thrown to the left and to the right for a while. I dare not throw my camera out of the window several times.

The sacred lake of Mugecuo is very beautiful.

There is a big stone standing on the beach by the lake, which reads "Gold Coast" and "3,780 meters above sea level". We took a group photo, and a rhubarb dog came and surrounded us with a good temper. WQ, the general manager, said his name was Xiao Huang, and he could see him every time he came.

Going up the mountain along the Mugecuo plank road, the river flows quietly 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, drink water first like lovers. When we came, they didn't care at all. Even if everyone is taking pictures next to them, they just drink water and look like gods. After drinking enough, the two raised their heads and left in tandem. The pace is elegant and unhurried. They pass by me without fear of strangers.

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

It's really a Sichuan feature. It's the first time I've seen this convenient hot pot. On the mountain, outdoors, there is no fire, and cold mineral water is poured in. It's a bit like a thick baby heating bag that can be boiled in cold water for a while ... Although the wind is cold, the hot food makes us moved.

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

After dinner, I continued to climb the mountain, looking at sacred lakes, rivers, Tibetan smoke, clouds overhead, and Gongga Snow Mountain higher up ... I couldn't walk any further.

After going down the mountain, it was taken by a tour bus to another lake-Omacuo, with an altitude of 3,500 meters.

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

Soak your feet in the hot spring, stretch your waist and lie on your back on the wood. Looking at the clouds overhead, I fell asleep lazily and had a little dream.

The next scenic spots are Lotus Mountain and Seven-color Sophora japonica, with Manidui. It was near dusk, and I turned around Mani pile clockwise for three times, chanting the beauty of Mani pile in my mouth and silently praying for the 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 town to my heart's content. I was very surprised to find two Catholic churches. I thought there would be no other religions except Buddhism in Tibetan areas. God is amazing! There is also a foothold in Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. Freedom of belief. That's great.

Dinner is mutton soup pot. Addicted!

To be honest, I really don't want to leave so soon. Kangding must have more beautiful scenery.

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

On the way, continue to bump the bus, continue to dream and wake up, like sleeping but not sleeping, and continue to experience the past in sleepiness.

At noon, I got off at an unknown small place and ate a spicy and hot fish. The cook is a Tibetan woman under 30 years old. She expertly fry onions, ginger and garlic, stir fry, add soup, put fish, and 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 delicious.

It's sunny. After crossing the Erlangshan tunnel, there was dark ice on the way down the mountain, and the passing cars were hung with snow chains.

Our bus is no exception. Hang up the chain and control the downhill speed to be safe.

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

At 4 o'clock on February 24th, 65438, the bus took us to Tianfu Square in Chengdu. Everyone got off the bus and dismissed. Chengdu's talent friends go home, and Xi 'an's talent friends go to the hotel they booked.

I booked a hotel near Kuanzhai Lane and looked at the map. Not far from Tianfu Square. It's still early, and I'm not tired. So I drove a bicycle by the side of the road, rode all the way through the streets and looked 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 have a simple wash. * * * Enjoy a bike and go straight to Wenshuyuan. I really love the feeling of speeding in other places by bike, as if I were 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 Xi 'an's friends come here on business, they will bring back several bowls. Maybe it's because I have a bad stomach. My face is as thick as a finger, 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, for fear that I can't digest it. " She is my friend in Xi. Her name is Nana 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 together.

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

I went to Wen Shu Hospital and took two photos. This is my ninth visit to Chengdu. But the last time I took a photo in Wen Shu Hospital was in the autumn of 1996. After a lapse of 2 1 year, revisiting the old place turned out to be a completely strange feeling, without the feeling of deja vu.

Chengdu media friend H drove me and Nana Ogawa to Jinli, and my friends Mishima and QY were waiting for me in Jinli. Mishima 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 see The Legend of the Demon Cat.

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

Starbucks is very distinctive, modern and antique. We sat in the open air in the backyard. Everyone is afraid of drinking coffee and can't sleep. Even Nana Ogawa, who loves coffee best, shook his head.

Because of the pleasant chat, my two friends like Mishima and QY, and they also like the new friends I brought.

What a good bridge I am to be a good person again.

Everyone sat down and didn't even want to get up. Mishima and QY canceled going to the movies, and I also shortened my time plan to go to Jinli. A few hours, comfortable climate, breezes, interesting topics and wonderful parties.

Later, after we broke up, I just wandered around Gionee for more than ten minutes, bought some snacks, and then went back to the hotel to sleep.

65438+February 25th. At noon, I went to eat nourishing hot pot next to Wuhou Temple with local friends in Chengdu.

Go to buy clothes after dinner.

An acquaintance's shop is on the 0/7th floor of a residential area. The apartment and elevator are broken. Climbing stairs layer by layer, the owner Yu Ling said, climbing stairs to buy clothes is true love. Boy, a group of us fell down when we entered her shop, and we didn't even have the strength to try on clothes. We put two on the sofa, two on the underground mat and one in the back room. Fell asleep.

Get up and have tea. Stand up and try on clothes when you feel comfortable.

All clothes are suitable for the southern climate. Try them on, take photos and praise each other.

Finally, I bought a pair of black boots and trousers.

Yuling's birthday, hot pot dinner Great! All kinds of delicious food, while eating, said to friends in Chengdu: "It's better than Haidilao!" They laughed at me and said not to mention Haidilao. I said that Haidilao can only be eaten in Xi, and it is also in Beijing.

Someone is singing and clapping in the next room. Nana Ogawa said that we can sing, too. Come on! She stabbed me.

All right, open the door PK. I stood up and sang a northern Shaanxi folk song "Such a long braid can't reach the sky" to my friends in Chengdu. It was wild, octave high and original. Many years ago, I learned this song from the artist Guo Qingfeng at the dinner table.

Before the song was finished, four or five diners came in, holding glasses and clapping their hands. They came from Lanzhou and said that the high-speed rail was opened. They came to eat hot pot.

How to thank those who have worked hard for the opening of high-speed rail? ! Although I don't know them, I enjoy the convenience they bring me, and I really have a feeling of gratitude to express.

Egged on by everyone, a strange friend from Lanzhou and I sang a song "White Sheep Belly Towel with Three Streets of Blue". To brag, I think it is better than Zhu Jun's Art Life.

Cut the cake, sing a birthday song, and try your best to climb the17th floor again. Have tea and chat.

Separate.

Chengdu-I love you.

This is a city that I will never get tired of.

I love Xi 'an more. My native land.

65438+February 26th 14:27, D4260 times, from Chengdu East to Xi 'anbei.

Thanks to Sister H in Chengdu for driving us all the way. Because of your speed, you won't miss the bus. We agreed that when we are in bloom next spring, you will come to Xi and we will go to Huashan together.

Come back!

This place where I left and came back countless times hurt me a lot, but I still can't give up and convince myself not to hold grudges again and again. My big Xi, maybe one day I will continue to run away, but I will definitely come back.

Am I too headstrong? The running account has 7 pages and more than 5700 words. I can't stop writing.

? (Xi 'an 20 17 12)