Siguniang Mountain Fairy Tale
1.
It seems that all trips related to Sichuan are accidental. It was still the seven-seater car from two years ago, and I sat in the original seat. When looking at the airport getting farther and farther away from us, and the mountains are getting closer and closer to us. For a moment, I felt that the time was still two years ago, as if it had never passed.
On both sides of the national road are mountains with invisible tops, and the stream below is also rushing. It will merge into a big river and eventually flow into the ocean. And when the things in the geography textbook are displayed in front of your eyes, what will you think of. We walked along the Panda Avenue, and the altitude has slowly risen to 3,000 meters. At the foot of Siguniang Mountain at six o'clock in the afternoon, it was very cool and cold.
In Tibetan, Siguniang Mountain is called Sigula Mountain. In fact, it was not in my mind at first, after all, it was not enough for me to fully witness her beauty. But no matter where I wanted to go in the first place, I am now at the foot of her mountain. After discussing with my father and uncles, we decided to spend one day in Changpinggou and the next day in Shuangqiaogou.
In Changping Valley under Yaomei Peak, there are fir and pine trees scattered here and there, and each tree and leaf is probably the original appearance, like uncarved jade, simple and clean. In the middle of the long-distance plank road is the dry tree beach. The only thing I can see in front of me is the stump of the dead tree standing in the water. The clouds cover the dazzling sunlight, which is more like when the mountain rain is about to come.
At the end of the plank road is Xiaganhaizi. If you want to go to the foot of Yaomei Peak, you can only ride a horse. At half past one in the afternoon, we chose to return. Unexpectedly, Xiao Huang did not give up the 15-kilometer hike, which is worthy of praise. After returning to the hotel, I hurriedly washed and felt hungry.
2.
Woke up before seven o'clock in the morning. In fact, the hotel's breakfast is not rich, just simple pickles, steamed buns and porridge, which are full and full. My knee was injured before, so after walking the 15 kilometers of Changpinggou, it was not convenient for my knee to move, and I couldn't walk too much. Fortunately, there are sightseeing buses in Shuangqiaogou. The end point of the sightseeing car is the redwood forest. Looking around, the cloud and mist surround the high fir forest and connect with the snow mountain not far away, which adds a bit of the atmosphere of the plateau to the softness of the fairyland.
Walk all the way down from the redwood forest, stand under the colorful prayer flags and look up at the sky within reach, away from the hustle and bustle. Facing the wind and rain, I looked at the green Sigu Nacuo, the tranquility of the mountains and the beauty of the water. Sitting on the grass next to Longzhucuo and watching the dead trees and flowing water, the movement and stillness are suitable.
The snow-capped mountains on the plateau, the primitive fir forests at the foot of the mountains, and the blue and white streams in the valleys, you can only understand the narrowness of the city after seeing them. After a simple lunch, we continued on our way. Walking up the Dadu River, we finally arrived at Danba in the evening. The evening sun was still full of energy. We stood on the viewing platform, glanced at Jiaju Tibetan Village, and then went down the mountain and returned to the hotel.
Danba at 8 o'clock in the evening, the sun has not yet set. It didn't fall until nine o'clock. Looking at the end of the mountain, there is still that dark blue, as if the curtain of the theater has been pulled down to announce the end, and this night sky also announces the end of another day. At night on the plateau, I thought about the rising and setting of the sun, connecting day and night; thinking about the cedar trees on the mountain standing upright, the sun and the moon do not change; and thinking about my unknown road ahead tomorrow.
3.
Walking all the way to Seda, you can see many Buddhist temples built by Tibetans themselves. In order to build Buddhist temples and pagodas, they will donate most of their income. What they seek has always been the next life, and their beliefs have always been pure and pure. It is already the fourth day since I left Danba for Sertar. After driving for a day, the sun and rain began to fall in the evening when we arrived at Sertar. By fate, we saw a double rainbow. After all, it is a place related to Buddha and fate.
4.
The sunrise in Seda is at seven o'clock, which is most suitable for lazy people like me. Watching the sun rise little by little from behind the mountains, from specks of light to dazzling glares, this is the source of all things. Since the year before last, there have been rumors that the Seda Red House is going to be demolished. I thought I just missed it, but I didn’t expect it to come after a roundabout. Although I didn't see its most beautiful appearance, even just a glance, just a glance at the pure red is enough.
The prayer flags all over the mountain and the monk's house at the entrance, under the crimson red, it seems that all beliefs and thoughts are within reach. In addition to us who came here to watch, there are also many Tibetans with their families kowtowing every day to pray for a safe next life. Different from the worship method of Central Plains Buddhism, what they bring is only a devout heart.
I didn't go to the top of the mountain to watch the whole valley, I just stopped in front of the main hall for a long time to let go of my thoughts. All distracting thoughts are purified and filtered along with the Sanskrit sound that enters the ear. Standing in front of the main hall, I looked up at the red Buddha kingdom and the pure blue sky. At that moment, I couldn't tell whether it was the world or heaven. Perhaps each of us needs an excuse to touch the heart. The name of the Buddhist academy is Larung Wuming Buddhist Academy.
5.
We continued to walk along National Highway 317 towards Tibet. As we got closer to Tibet, the passing vehicles were inspected more and more times. In the evening we stayed at the state capital of Ganzi Prefecture. The most reassuring time of the day is to lie in bed every night and look at the photos of the day, as if I can walk the road I walked today again, and then go to a dream and sleep peacefully.
In the days that followed, we spent more and more time in the car, and I spent more and more time staring out the window in a daze. I like this kind of time very much, because in this way, I can have a lot of time to talk a lot with Xiao Huang. Praise the photos taken by Laozhu, you think he is taking pictures of rocks, but in fact he is taking photos of Xiao Huang.
Passing through Yulong Lacuo in the middle of the road, we stopped for a while. After passing a small stream and crossing a small hillside, you can see the holy lake in the Tibetan area of Sichuan. The weather that day was not very good, which cast a layer of blue-green mystery on the whole Yulong Lacuo. Just as we were about to leave, it began to rain heavily again, and the cold wind blew the rain straight on our faces. In just a few minutes, the hand that was still warm suddenly became cold. Hurrying back to the car to change out of the drenched windbreaker, I suddenly remembered myself climbing the sea of milk in Aden the year before last, very embarrassed and painful but very strong.
When we arrived at Dege Sutra Printing House in the afternoon, the sun was surprisingly bright. Because I had watched a documentary called "Looking for Craftsmanship" before, which introduced the Sutra Printing House, so I had some impressions of the Sutra Printing House. I remember that the people there were very pious and simple.
We officially left Sichuan. Only after walking through it once did I really know why the Sichuan-Tibet line is said to be a heaven and a hell, because the mountain road in the Tibet section of National Highway 317 is a dirt road without guardrails. After walking for two hours on bumpy dirt roads, I managed to get down the mountain. It was already past 7 o'clock when I arrived at Jiangda County. Because there was no meal at noon, they only ate some dry food, and the group was already hungry.
6.
Alice in Wonderland, Wonderland is beautiful but also full of difficulties. Tibet in 317 is really beautiful, but it is also very difficult to walk. It is already the seventh day of our trip from Jiangda to Changdu, and today we have just entered Tibet. Unlike the previous year, since we entered Siguniang Mountain, the altitude has not dropped below 3500. So Xiao Huang didn't sleep well for several nights. It is easy to drive for as little as 6 hours, and more than 8 hours is acceptable.
Driving in the depths of the mountains, sometimes there is no restaurant along the road, and there are only two meals a day. I used to think that no matter how bad the hotel is, a bowl of noodles is enough. But after the journey, apart from being a little disappointed in the first two days, I gradually got used to the breakfast of white porridge and steamed buns.In fact, there is not much hard work or hard work, sometimes it is just the reality, just get used to it.
7.
Starting from Mangkang, we turned from 317 to 318 and walked all the way home. All the way from Mangkang there are landslides, and the entire National Highway 318 has been dug by landslides, emergency repairs, and dam repairs. Dad said that if this road is built, the difficulty and strength of the project will be comparable to the Three Gorges Dam. It's just that the Three Gorges Dam still has a paper introducing a report, introducing how difficult it is to build the dam.As for this road, how many people know their suffering and difficulty; understand their obscurity, ten years as one day.
After two years, I stood on Haizi Mountain again. The blue sky is still the same blue sky, and the high mountains are still the same high mountains. The invisible blue sky in Guangzhou can be seen here. There are marshes in the endless grassland, and there are horses tied for riding. The vast grassland, the soulless horse, is neither worthy nor suitable. Go along 318 and walk the road we have walked again. I still remember Xiao Huang's excitement and novelty along the way last time. But this time it was more stable.
9.
It was already past 7 o'clock when we returned to Chengdu. This is the second time I stopped in Chengdu this year. The last time I went back after eating hot pot, I found that the hot pot in Guangzhou was not as good as that in Chengdu, which made me hungry for a long time. If I can't forget it, there must be an echo. In the end, I was looking forward to a meal.
Some obsessions are with breathing, some persist until the end, some eyes can hold mountains and seas, and people live for a lifetime, nothing more than that.
