The word "Kanding" gave me the first association with Han Hong. Yes, it is that famous singer, fat, short hair, glasses, more talented. Although up to now I have not been able to determine whether she has written or sung songs about Kangding, but I do not want to Baidu.
Han Hong is my favorite singer, and Kang Ding is a place I want to see.
The famous stage-style folk song "Kang Ding Love Song" is old enough to have settled in the dust of my heart.
And the style of Kangding was new in my heart because I had not been there a week before. I still yearn for ...... look forward to ......
Often feel that the opportunity as the pie in the sky, unguardedly fell down violently, smashed in their heads, sometimes will bring vertigo pleasure. At this time, I will be so happy that I forget my own beliefs, crossing a cross in front of my chest, thanking God, Amen, I am so wrapped in love, a happy person.
The Tencent Daqin.com Dacheng.com's Tale of Two Cities campaign, in the second half of December 2017, played the role of a piece of pie that hit me. I was selected as a traveler, free round-trip Xi'an to Chengdu high-speed rail, free food and accommodation, free tickets to swim Kangding Mugetso scenic area. Such a good thing, I'm so lucky.
Early in the morning of December 22, I boiled three white eggs and set off with my hiking bag.
The snow boots that I bought online beforehand have not yet arrived, so I had to regretfully wear a pair of long flat cowhide boots. I hope I won't freeze when I get to Kangding.
In Xi'an line 2 subway, I was sitting in my seat and playing with my cell phone, an intelligent and capable and elegant young girl came over to greet me, she asked me if I was going to Muguo ...... ah ah, it turned out that she is the leader of our trip QY! It was so coincidental. I told her, with you, I this all the way do not have to worry about anything, follow the good.
The five travelers selected by Tencent's Dazhong Network to travel with us on this trip gathered at Xi'an North Railway Station to take the D4251 train to Chengdu, as promised. One of the girls didn't make it in time, she was mercilessly shut out of the ticket gate and had to return home, giving up on this wonderful trip. Thankfully, I didn't procrastinate this time. I got on the bus, found my seat, and put my luggage away, and all the cells in my body were relaxed and happy.
The seat was by the window. I brewed a cup of 10-year old ripe pudding, set out my snacks, and removed my hat and scarf. On the next seat, the next seat on the aisle, the seat in front and behind, sat a dozen 90-year-old boys, they were talking and laughing, saying that the high-speed rail is open, collective to Chengdu to eat hot pot.
I have a bad stomach, but I would like to have an authentic Chengdu hot pot, even if it is spicy and numb. The big deal is that if I eat bad, I'll have to take stomach pills, and I'm not going to die haha.
The car passed Mianyang and stopped for 3 minutes. I got off the bus and walked a few steps, took a picture of the iron sign with Mianyang's name on it, and posted a friend circle with the text.
Mianyang is my hometown, a place where I lived briefly, and where I taught when I was still young. The school was on Mount Fule, and a group of 15- and 16-year-olds surrounded me all day. Sometimes I took them down the mountain and invited them to dinner. On the way, I often met people with a stretcher selling green bamboo shoots, a whole fresh green bamboo shoot with green leaves for 8 cents, I remember it clearly. We bought the bamboo shoots, peeled them as we took crisp bites, ran, laughed, and basically ate them all by the time we reached the river at the bottom of the hill.
A popular dish in Mianyang at the time, the tail of the green bamboo shoots with leaves cut down and fried with garlic, called fried phoenix tail, what a nice name, fried especially like oatmeal, but in fact, more bitter than the taste of oatmeal. I almost hated this dish back in the day.
I also had a writer friend in Mianyang, the same age as my father. She had an elegant demeanor and a lively, humorous manner of speaking. There was a dog in Mr. Jia Pingwa's novel White Nights, which was written about her dog, and it is said that the first half of the novel White Nights was written in Mianyang, and the hill where he wrote and lived at the time was just across from the one where I was teaching.
The past is as distant as the past life, and as clear as yesterday ...... The train continues to drive forward, looking out the window, I really want to fly to the Fu Le Mountain again, to take a look at the house where I lived, I do not know if it is still in the ......
As a result of rushing time
The first thing I want to do is to spend half an hour at the Chengdu East Railway Station to eat a bowl of spicy risotto, saying that it is the winter solstice, WeChat kept urging me to eat the dumplings, and my fellow traveler, a one-meter-eight-boy named Sandao, asked for a bowl of spicy dumplings, and I fished one out of his bowl, which is considered to be the completion of the ritual of the winter solstice.
And Chinese medicine friend reminded me to moxibustion navel, said winter solstice moxibustion navel, a year not sick. I really brought a small piece of moxa, but I can not moxibustion ah, public places, and winter, how to show the belly button?
Out of the station a khaki-colored bus to pick up everyone, and up five Tencent Dacheng network selected Chengdu traveler, plus staff, our travel team a **** 13 members.
It was already 2:00 p.m., when the car opened, the chief leader -- a Chengdu girl wearing a green down jacket, Dacheng network editor WQ, gave each person a small gift, Tencent's felt-faced penguin key bag. Everyone introduced themselves, each fresh for a while, each excited for a while, it did not take long to fall asleep.
Occasionally woke up towards the window to take pictures, although the highway, but the mountains on both sides of the road is very good, from time to time to see the villages of high and low staggered, Chuan-style homes, black tiles cascading over a white house, really want to go down to sit next to those houses to paint them, and then to the house in front of the back of the painting on the tree, the tree painted a few in love with the bird, the bird sang, the door painting A few simple mountain people, lovely children.
The ride was long and bumpy, lying on the seat, feeling like a cradle. Sleepy, half asleep, half awake, listening to the neighboring partner's snoring, occasionally dream a little dream, and occasionally think of someone, something, a thought that has been forgotten experience, occasionally, suddenly understand something, such as love, such as the love of the truth behind, have not seen clearly, in the sleepy, laborious way, instant clarity, as if the enlightenment.
Because of the road maintenance, originally 8 hours of the road, the driver master helplessly detour more than a hundred kilometers, more than an hour to drive.
Dark, passing through a small town, we are hungry, get off the seat, a hot call of a small pavilion, not much decoration, but the boss's wife's festive face makes people incredibly warm. Come up with a table of folk Szechuan cuisine, dish plate incense, the little ones wind up quickly eat full.
Continue to run to the goal of Kangding.
It was even darker.
Keep sleeping, not long after, eyelids were flickered open by the lights outside the window. Arrived! Kangding! As far as the eye can see, a small town with strong ethnic characteristics, all kinds of hotels and inns inns bed and breakfasts, beautiful Tibetan letters everywhere.
22pm. We check into the Solo Marble Hotel.
The hotel is very upscale, well heated, everywhere there is a sense of modern design, but also skillfully integrated into the Tibetan cultural symbols, spacious, clean and atmospheric, the hotel attendant looks like a Tibetan girl, the skin is not white, but it is very into the eyes, the features of the standard, and the pronunciation of Tibetan Mandarin is also very good to hear.
Room is tatami standard room, decoration material is excellent, is the bathroom water treatment is not very good, wash up, the ground is full of water, thick and heavy disposable slippers instant wet.
The mattresses and quilts are so comfortable that you can fall asleep as soon as you lie down. I was worried about the bunks, but then I realized that the worry was completely unnecessary.
I slept great, had a stretchy dreamless night and woke up refreshed in the morning.
Surprisingly, there was no high altitude sickness.
My little body, I used to go to an altitude of more than 2,000 Lijiang high, more than 3,000 Labrang Temple also high, Kangding altitude of 3,000 eight, I even broke the rule of all normal no high. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Several partners said, this is the first time the night sleep without electric mattress Tibetan area, happy ah.
Breakfast is a gift from the hotel, white rice porridge, yak milk, meat buns, rolls, steamed buns, dumplings, vegetables, vegetables, boiled eggs.
Driving from the hotel to the gate of Mugtso scenic spot is one hour.
The sky is so blue.
I sent photos to a few friends in Xi'an to look at, and they replied: the sky is so blue. I'm wearing a blue down jacket, and I'm also blue geyingyingying. The light is so good that my skin looks as if it has been beautified by the software for several rounds in the photo.
The Chinese bus can not enter the scenic area, brush the ticket, received the insurance, scenic area unified sightseeing car carrying us all the way up the mountain, constantly turning, sitting in the seat of each person was thrown a moment to the left and a moment to the right, I was afraid a few times the camera thrown out of the window to the end of the car.
Mugatso sacred lake is a beautiful mess.
There is a big stone on the beach near the lake that reads "Gold Coast" and "3780 meters above sea level". When we took a group photo, a big yellow dog came and circled around us with a very good temperament. The chief guide, Ms. WQ, said that it was called Xiao Huang, and that we met it every time we came.
Walking up the hill along the Mugatso trestle, the river flowed silently under the not fully melted snow and ice, a very beautiful feeling.
By a simple wooden bridge, two free ponies, one black and one white, like lovers, drank water side by side. They didn't pay any attention to us. Even if everyone gathered around to take pictures, they drink their own water, pampered look, fairy general. Drinking full, the two of them raised their heads, one after the other, the pace is actually very elegant, not slow, passing me by, not afraid of strangers at all.
Continue to the high altitude of the mountains, to the noon, lunch is convenient hot pot.
Really Sichuan characteristics ah, I still see this convenient hot pot for the first time, in the mountains, outdoors, there is no fire, cold mineral water poured in, a bit like thickened warm baby heating pack in the cold water surprisingly a few moments on the boiling ...... Although the cold wind blowing, but we ate the hot, heart so touched.
In fact, it is not particularly cold, at least not as cold as imagined, minus four or five degrees, similar to Xi'an, the sun is very good, warm, away from the haze.
Eat a meal and continue to go up the mountain, look at the lower part of the sacred lake, the small river, the Tibetan people's cooking smoke, look at the head of the clouds, higher up the Gongga Snow Mountain ...... can not walk.
Downhill was taken by the tour bus to another lake - Oma Tso, 3500 meters above sea level.
On the opposite side of the lake is the famous "medicine pool boiling spring", in fact, is a set of hot springs to soak your feet, there are various temperatures, corridor-shaped. Two of the pools have live fish, foot stretching in, all the fish are rushing up to have bitten your feet, hahaha, a strange feeling. There is also a hot spring where you can boil an egg, the water is so hot that you can soak a raw egg, but it is cooked in seven minutes and the yolk is runny, which is said to be more nutritious than fully cooked.
Soaking my feet in the hot springs, stretching my back and lying back on the log, looking at the clouds overhead, I was so lazy that I fell asleep and had a little dream.
The next scenic spot is the Lotus Mountain and the Seven-color Sea with mani stacks. It was nearly dusk, I circled around the Mani Pile three times clockwise, chanting Buzz Mani Chant Mei Un in my mouth, and praying in my heart for blessings to my friends and family.
Back in Kangding, it was still dark. Our car through the city, I put my eyes out of the car window, fondle the window of the small town, I was surprised to find two Catholic churches, this discovery surprised me very much. I thought that, when in Tibet, there would be no other religion but Buddhism. God is awesome! What a foothold in the Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, too. Freedom of belief. It's so nice.
Dinner was mutton soup pot. It's addictive!
To be honest, I really don't want to leave so soon. There is definitely more to the beauty of Kangding.
I will come back next time, stay more days and wander around carefully. This trip to Kangding Muguetso, even if it is a seed for me to plant.
The road, continue the bumps of the bus, continue to half-asleep, half-awake seem to sleep, continue to sleepy epiphanies in the past.
At noon, I got off at an unknown place and ate a meal of spicy fish. The head of the spoon is a less than thirty-year-old Tibetan woman, she skillfully oil burst onion, ginger and garlic, frying ingredients, add soup, put the fish, and then put the ingredients, put the side dishes ...... look at her operation, feel that she is full of love for the potter's table, because her state of cooking, is really committed and passionate, like the main character on the stage.
I didn't have a blank slate, this lunch was really delicious.
The weather was sunny. After passing through the Erlangshan Tunnel, there was dark ice on the road downhill, and all the passing vehicles, big and small, had added anti-skid chain strips.
Our bus was no exception. We put on chains and controlled our speed to get down the mountain safely.
After arriving in Ya'an in the afternoon, we got on the highway and then arrived in Chengdu.
December 24th, after 4:00 pm, the bus took us to Chengdu Tianfu Square. Everyone got off the bus and disbanded. The Chengdu Daren buddies went home and the Xi'an Daren buddies went to their own booked hotels.
I booked the hotel in the vicinity of the Broad and Narrow Alley, look at the map, from Tianfu Square is not far, it is still early, I'm not tired, so I opened the roadside a **** enjoy bicycle, while looking left and right while riding through the streets all the way through the alley, because the mountaineering bag is heavier, on the road to fall, wearing thick, and does not hurt. Feeling very hot, took off the down jacket, not long to the place to stay.
Put down your luggage, simply wash up. ***I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I really love the feeling of being able to fly around the field on a bicycle, as if I am close to the place and not a guest.
It is said that the sweet water across the street from the Wenshu Academy is very tasty, and often have to queue up, Xi'an's friends will take a few bowls back every time they come here on business. Maybe it's because I have a bad stomach, the noodle is as thick as a finger, placed in a bowl, not soft at all, like a bowl of sculpture. Buy is to buy, eat a few mouthfuls, said to my friend: "I can say a word of truth at this moment not? You do not feel bad. I don't dare to eat it, I'm afraid I can't digest it." She is my friend in Xi'an, named Xiaochuan, came to Chengdu to give lectures, the class is over, specifically in Chengdu waiting for me to shop together, and then back to Xi'an together.
Xiaochuan was so nice that she took half of my bowl of noodles and swept it up in an instant.
I went to Wenshu Yuan to take two photos. This was my 9th visit to Chengdu. But the last time I took photos at Wenshu Yuan was in the fall of 1996. After a gap of 21 years, revisiting the place was a completely new feeling, no déjà vu.
Chengdu media friend H drove me and Xiaochuan to Jinli, where my buddies Sandao and QY were waiting for me. Sandao told me to meet him at the Jinli Starbucks quickly, and he gave me his hat, and then they were going to the movie theater to see "The Legend of the Demon Cat".
Jinli at night is kind of like Xi'an's Gulou Pedestrian Street, with ancient buildings, lights, dense stores, good food, fun, tourist souvenirs, noise, and lots of people.
Starbucks is very unique, modern and ancient mixed, we sat in the backyard of the open air, everyone is afraid of drinking coffee insomnia, even the favorite coffee Xiaochuan also shook his head.
Because we had a good chat, both of my friends loved their new acquaintances, Sando and QY, and both of them loved the new friends I brought with me.
Being nice again, what a bridge I am.
We all sat down on our asses and didn't want to get up, Sando and QY canceled going to the movie theater, and I scaled back my plans for time spent walking around Jinli. A few hours, comfortable weather, a breeze, interesting topics, a good get-together.
After we parted ways, I did a ten-minute walk around Jinli, bought a few snacks, and went back to the hotel to sleep.
December 25th. For lunch, I went with a local Chengdu friend to eat tonic hot pot next to the Wuhou Temple.
After eating, we went clothes shopping.
An acquaintance of the store, in a neighborhood of 17 floors, the unit, the elevator is broken. A layer of climbing stairs, shopkeeper Yu Ling said, climbing stairs to buy clothes are true love. Good guy, a group of us into her store all fell, no strength to try the clothes, the sofa lying down two, the ground cushion lying down two, in the room lying down one. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Sleeping up to drink tea. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do that," he said.
All the clothes are suitable for the southern climate, all kinds of try, take pictures, and praise each other.
Finally, I bought a pair of black bootcut pants.
Yu Ling's birthday, spicy hot pot for dinner. It was great! All kinds of food, I ate while telling my friends in Chengdu: "Surprisingly better than the bottom of the sea fish yay!" They laughed at me and said not to mention Haidilao. I said that in Xi'an, we have to wait in line to eat it, and in Beijing, too.
Some people were singing in the next room, and there was a lot of clapping, and Xiaochuan said we could sing, too! She poked me up.
Well, open the door, PK. I stood up and sang a Shaanxi folk song for my friends in Chengdu, "So long a braid yo can't explore a sky", wild voice, high octave, original singing style. I learned this song from the artist Guo Qingfeng at a dinner table years ago.
Before the song was finished, the diners next door hooted and hollered and came in four or five, the end of the glass of wine, applauded. They were from Lanzhou and said they had come to eat hot pot because the high-speed train had opened.
How do we thank those who worked hard for the opening of the high-speed rail? Although we don't know them, but enjoying the convenience from their making, there is really a gratitude in our heart that we want to express.
In everyone's encouragement, strange Lanzhou friends and I sang a chorus of "white goat belly hand towel three dao dao blue", to say a word of boasting, I think it is better than the "Art Life" of Zhu Jun sang.
Cut the cake, sang the birthday song, and once again made every effort to climb up to the 17th floor. I'm not going to be able to do that.
Separate.
Chengdu - I love you.
The city that I never get tired of.
I love Xi'an even more. My hometown.
December 26, 14:27, D4260, Chengdu East to Xi'an North.
Thanks to my Chengdu sister H who sped all the way to see us off, and thanks to your speed, we didn't miss the train. We agreed that when the spring flowers come, you will come to Xi'an and we will go to Mount Hua together.
Back!
This place that I have left countless times and returned to countless times has hurt me so much that I still can't let go of it, and I've convinced myself over and over again that I don't hold a grudge. My great Xi'an, maybe one day I will continue to run away, but certainly, come back again.
Isn't it too capricious for me to have a running account of seven pages, five thousand seven hundred words. I can't stop writing.
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