The Origin of Dujiangyan What is the most famous scenic spot in Dujiangyan?

This trip to western Sichuan is still far away, but I just want to challenge myself. I took a good vacation, packed my luggage and set off without leaving any back roads for myself. Because I was a little nervous, I finally signed up for a tour group, but I suggested not to go with the tour group. Too many restrictions, no time to play, but it didn't really affect my mood. Our first stop this time is the famous Dujiangyan.

Start exploring the unknown

Headphones have always been my indispensable "luggage" on the road. Because all kinds of music can be flavoring agents for different landscapes, when paired with music, the scenery you see will be more tense. But this trip to western Sichuan, I describe it as a trip that can't be compared with the background music.

Beautiful Dujiangyan

Early in the morning, I got up early. The weather in Chengdu is sunny. We drove to Dujiangyan. Although the tour guide gave a detailed introduction, many people, such as me, still didn't listen.

Panorama of Dujiangyan fish mouth

In the afternoon, I set out for Aba Prefecture. I imagined and looked forward to the scenery along the way, but during the five-hour drive, I didn't sleep for a moment and even fidgeted. In the rushing river beside the highway, I saw yellow and white chasing each other and rolling down. Yellow is mud, and white is the wave of the river colliding with the boulder. On both sides of the river, the mountains with sparse vegetation slope upward along the river bank. The lines of the mountain are vigorous and decisive, as strong as a city wall and as sharp as a sword.

Scenery along the way

On the way, it was raining, the mountain road was dangerous, and the Shu road was difficult to travel. Sitting behind the driver, I felt the driving angle for the first time. However, the weather in the mountains is still changing endlessly, and soon Wan Li began to be cloudless in Wan Li.

First, the tour guide hardly stopped to explain the May12 earthquake in 2008, and the topic was so heavy that people were sad.

When I arrived in Aba Prefecture, it was nearly eight o'clock, but it was still slightly bright. I am in a trance during the day.

Live in a Tibetan family and experience different customs.

The first meal was eaten in a Tibetan family. Receiving tourists has become a part of their lives, so this process is inevitably commercialized. In order to welcome them, Tibetans prepared some simple snacks, such as highland barley wine, butter tea, cheese and potatoes.

Tibet snacks

Most of my fellow tourists didn't eat, but because I was so hungry, these were delicious foods.

After dinner, collectors will hold a dance. The eldest sister of this family taught me by hand, and I could see that her voice was hoarse because she used her voice too much. We're late. She must have received many tourists, but she still exudes vitality and enthusiasm, which deeply infected me.

An economist said, "The nutrition of bread comes not from the kindness of the chef, but from his pursuit of profit." At this moment, I feel that this stick is a bit harsh. At this time, the sky has turned yellow, the sunset lingers over Aba Prefecture, and simple human feelings are overflowing.

Spend the night on the road in Jiuzhaigou

The road leading to Jiuzhaigou county is basically open to tourists, which shows the dependence of this place on tourism. Many tourists complain that this kind of travel is too commercial, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it. The words "original ecology", "primitive" and "simplicity" are often related to poverty. It is really unreasonable for ethnic minorities to make passers-by feel poor.

When I arrived at the hotel, I knew there was even a dinner party. I thought the collector's cheese was all for tonight. I ate three pieces at once and couldn't make it. But in just a few minutes, it was just me and Xiao Li standing on the table, and the food hardly turned over.

stand fast

The terrain of our hotel is a dome-shaped semicircle, and the buildings are evenly distributed. Each building is divided into small rooms. Our room is on the top floor of the hotel. There is no elevator.

It's too cold up there, and there's no oxygen on it.

After we dragged the luggage into the room, we thought it was a guest and we were luggage. Because of the low pressure, many packaging bags are bulging. I think my stomach should be about the same by now. Thinking about it, I soon put the fatigue of the day into the dream of the night in western Sichuan.

The next day: Go to Jiuzhaigou.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was in a place where it was already bright at six o'clock. Although it looks hazy and cloudy outside the window, we can see a corner of the distant horizon tearing out a piece of blue, because we live on it. Maybe there will be a fine weather.

On the way to the scenic spot, I saw a wonderful sight beside me. The blue sea flowing out of Jiuzhai meets the river mixed with silt, forming a sharp color contrast.

collide

This beautiful corner fills my expectation for Jiuzhai.

I have never felt such a strong sense of "fairyland" on the tour bus. As the car drives on the Panshan Highway, the air becomes fresher. It's really beautiful. I can't believe that there is such beauty hidden in the prosperity of western Sichuan. I don't think the mountains and water in Jiuzhai are shy little shows. Like a long scroll, it appears gracefully in front of tourists, so it looks elegant. The vast Haizi is like clear eyes, pure amber, misty trees all over the mountains and green. For example, Jiuzhai is the Great Tsing Yi, compared with the characters in Beijing Opera.

In order to explore Jiuzhai more carefully, we almost didn't take the designated road, but all walked along the wooden plank road. After walking for an hour, we were completely in Miri, Malaysia, so we decided to give up the afternoon trip and take a day to watch it carefully.

We went to Pearl Beach Waterfall, where the 1987 version of Journey to the West was filmed. In the 87 classic shooting location, the familiar childhood song "Welcome Sunrise, Farewell to Sunset" sounded in my ear.

There was a second sun and a second rain in Jiuzhai.

The tour route of Jiuzhai Scenic Area is Y-shaped, and it will be divided into two roads at a node. Tourists basically take a tour bus to the end of the Y-shaped area, and then go back to visit the scenic spots one by one. The scenic spots farthest from the exit, that is, the two ends of Y, are two relatively large lakes. What impressed me the most was the lake called "Changhai" at the left end of Y.

It is the farthest Haizi. After walking around on the right side of Y, many tourists choose not to go to the left top because of physical exhaustion, but continue to browse the scenic spots in the direction of the exit.

After walking through the scenic spot on the right, the two of them were hungry and basking in the sun, but out of obsession with beauty, we took a nap and then transferred to a tour bus to go to the farthest scenic spot on the left. I wonder if it's because I'm tired. The road looks unusually long, tortuous, tired and sleepy. My classmate Xiao Li and I fell asleep in the car.

However, after twists and turns, the destination is often full of surprises.

Changhai

It's amazing, its blue completely penetrated my heart. It is like a dark blue ribbon winding among the mountains, quiet and peaceful. There is a 35-year-old man sitting on a long wooden chair by the plank road, quietly looking at the long sea. We wanted to sit on the bench and have a rest, but in the end we didn't bother him.

Because we took a lot of detours and saw a lot of hidden beauty, which is also called glad that you came.

I've been walking nonstop since eight o'clock in the morning, and it's almost six o'clock in the afternoon when I leave the scenic spot, which doesn't mean it's dark at all. Back to the room, the "pop music appreciation" downstairs began. That should be a car CD. I don't even have the strength to take a look. But magically, this "thank-you meeting" made me feel that time and space were misplaced, because his song list included "Jasmine" and "Going Home" by saxophone (my father loved it very much, and it woke me up every morning in my summer vacation when I was a child, which caused me some conditioned reflex), as well as the favorite single "Viva la Vida" in previous years. In these familiar music, I looked at my mobile phone at 8 pm, and it was still sunny outside the window. I felt that the timeline was completely chaotic, and I fell asleep with only the beautiful scenery of Jiuzhai and some memories in my mind.

Day 3: Huanglong Scenic Area

Today we are going to Huanglong Scenic Area at an altitude of 4000 meters.

I heard that early altitude sickness is very uncomfortable. Maybe it's because of too much rendering. I'm particularly curious. In the future, because of my awe of nature, I didn't try my best to walk up, so I chose to take a cable car.

Unexpectedly, even if you take the cable car, you can't reach Yaochi directly. The cable car is nearly four kilometers away from Yaochi, with a steep slope. It's really difficult to climb stairs at high altitude. Xiao Li stopped twice, but I deeply felt that the inertia of stopping would make me not want to move again, so I planned to go alone and wait for her at Yaochi on the top of the mountain.

After some climbing, the holy beauty of the sky, snow tops, temples and Yaochi is completely presented to me, which makes me feel that today's gathering is a bit of a pilgrimage, although it is completely different from the three-step belief path of the Tibetan people.

The weather changed on the way back. Sporadic rain makes the road very long. At the foot of the mountain, my whole body was cold and my calves were almost unconscious.

After returning to the car, I opened the highland barley wine and drank some with my classmate Xiaoli. Unexpectedly, this contributed to her upcoming altitude sickness.

On the way back, you need to climb over the 4300-meter snow-capped mountain beam, which is basically a grazing area for Tibetans, and the oxygen is thin. When the altitude over Liang Zi rose, a thick fog enveloped the bus. You can't see your fingers outside the window, so the visibility is very low.

Back at the hotel, altitude sickness gradually attacked my fellow travelers. Some people feel chest tightness, some people have no appetite, and some people have headaches and discomfort. Long-term hypoxia does have some symptoms, but it is actually similar to the feeling after long-distance running. I don't really care.

I brought some Radix Isatidis, Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid and Radix Bupleuri on this trip. In order to prevent discomfort during the trip, I didn't expect this preparation medicine to be almost eaten up by Xiao Li's classmates on the third day. It's funny to think about it.

Tonight's accommodation is still 3000 meters above sea level, located in the forest area, cold and humid. After taking a hot bath, I saw that Xiao Li had no other symptoms and slept soundly.

English study has been raining all night. In the morning, the window is still ticking. The sound is not loud, but the rhythm is smooth. It should be continuous rain.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, I heard the tour guide say in Chengdu, "What, why is there a mudslide?" Don't! "At this time, most of the passengers waiting for the bus didn't pay attention, but I had a bad feeling. As soon as the tour guide called directly, I heard some intermittent words: "Xiao Bin's house" and "I called him, but he couldn't get through"

Today's trip is the ancient Qiang city in Maoxian county.

Soon, all the tourists knew that there was a mudslide in Maoxian County. A tourist asked anxiously, "Aren't we going there?" The tour guide almost cried. "How can I get there? At 6 o'clock this morning, a mudslide occurred in Maoxian County. My friend's house was buried! " For an instant, everyone was silent.

10 or so, a friend on wechat asked me if I was still nearby, and the community was blocked. Just passing the intersection, my mother who saw the news also called. I hung up the phone and saw the mobile phone push, only to realize the seriousness of the situation.

At the intersection of Songpinggou, many private cars are parked. The tour guide said that they haven't been released yet, and only rescue troops can go in. Even the relatives of the people involved can do nothing outside the door.

On the next road, the car was filled with a depressed and urgent atmosphere, and everyone wanted to escape. On the roadside, the river is almost dry due to blockage, and large rescue vehicles keep coming. Along the way, we can only see one of our travel vehicles going out, and the oncoming rescue vehicles are flashing lights and stepping on the gas pedal. Seeing this, I have no time to take care of my situation.

Here, nature makes people believe it, and they are speechless.

In Maoxian, there was almost silence.

In Qiang ancient town, some people sit around to discuss the situation, some people sit quietly listening to the radio, and vendors take their children to watch helicopters flying in the sky. The commentator said, "Usually it's very lively here. Something happened there just now, and now everyone is dead Even so, I still want to do my duty to introduce the Qiang culture to everyone and let everyone know that there is such a new nation. "

Day 4: Ancient Town of Qiang Nationality in Maoxian County-Natural Disaster

Chengdu and Aba Prefecture, which are rainy and rainy, seem to be two different worlds.

In the panda breeding base, the warm sunshine jumps between bamboo leaves, and the warm wind caresses the children's bright smiles. They are fashionable and carefree. In the scooter, on the parents' arms and shoulders, the naive panda is still lazy and lovely, winning the laughter of tourists from all over the world.

In Lu Chun, Kuanzhai Lane and Jinli, people are coming and going, jostling shoulder to shoulder, red hot pot is rolling, and guitars and voices on the roadside are still there. Sichuan Opera is singing, Bazin is frying, the strings are burning, and everything remains the same.

Shuttling through the sea of people in the city, I seem to have forgotten the night rain in Aba Prefecture, its rushing mountains and rivers, and its summer morning with only 6 degrees in June.

I think I should go home.