Zhangjiajie
Zhangjiajie can't be described as beautiful, but as shocking. Nature is the most suitable, and it has always been a dream. Like Zhangjiajie's nature, there are not many traces of artificial carving. Even if the situation requires it, it is just a wonderful imitation of "nature" and blends in with natural scenery.
The air here is pleasant. The air is full of fresh oxygen, which makes people take a deep breath. Fog permeates the forest air, as well as peaks and trees. Are hidden in the mist, looming, graceful. It seems a bit ethereal in the darkness, as if you are in a fairyland, which makes people stretch out.
Since the mountain can't come to me alone, I'll go to the mountain. It is said that "going up the mountain is easy, but going down the mountain is difficult", but in Zhangjiajie, it seems that the opposite is the "truth". Listen to Chen Dao who has practical experience. In order to reduce travel fatigue, Zhangjiajie did not climb mountains. After a few minutes on the cable car, the towering peaks are gradually overlooked. There is a quiet indifference in the gradual perspective, and there is no sense of majesty brought by looking up.
When we reached the top of the mountain, the journey about the mountain meant the real beginning, and it began to descend.
If you don't get what you want, you may be conquered. Keep looking up, but I can't reach it.
It seems that everyone has a persistent desire to compete with themselves, fearing that they can't get down halfway up the mountain, so they walk all the way to the foot of the mountain and stop several times, especially those stone steps with a 45-degree angle, where their hearts are racing and their legs are weak, and they seem to fall backwards if they are not careful. Life is very small and there is a suffocating sense of urgency. They stared at the steps carefully.
Finally, I stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the familiar peaks. It turns out that all the close-ups are clear, distant and vague, and seem strange, as if I have never been there. Did the climbers conquer the mountain or did the mountain conquer the climbers? Everything seems to be just a personal imagination, a sensory judgment.
After staying in Zhangjiajie Mountain for two days, I realized that many scenery had been seen over and over again. "Seeing the mountain as the peak, the distance is different." It is only because I like to see them clearly with my own eyes that I think this trip is worthwhile. In fact, "how can I see through all these clouds only living in this mountain?" It is also an intriguing scenery, but everything is too perfect to be ignored.
Mountain climbing is a challenge, which makes people know how to advance and retreat, learn to compromise and feel a kind of "experience" happiness.
Hibiscus Town
In furong town, the so-called Millennium Tujia ancient town, its rise and fall is only because of a movie.
My stay in furong town is very short, only over an hour. I haven't finished watching Wulichang Street, but I have seen the Diaojiao Building of the old Tujia nationality. I didn't feel the simplicity of Tujia people, but I experienced the unexpected but developed folk customs.
Although the houses in the town are still old and even decadent, the town has become increasingly prosperous because of the endless stream of tourists. "New wine in old bottles", a seemingly quaint diaojiao building, has long been occupied by shops. Many shopkeepers wear local national costumes, and the dazzling array of objects can be regarded as national customs and local characteristics, but they are all products of commercialization. Only the gourd and bamboo tube filled with rice wine have some simple feelings, but after tasting the seemingly sweet things, I know that some things are "only for the distant view, not ridiculous".
Just like "You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall", since you are in furong town, you should try the famous food here-"Liu Xiaoqing Rice Tofu".
However, signs like "Authentic Liu Xiaoqing Rice Tofu" are everywhere in Qingshi Lane, which really makes people see it, so it doesn't matter whether it is authentic or not. There is a big black gold signboard in front of a family, which reads "furong town 1 13 Liu Xiaoqing Authentic Rice Tofu Shop". The signboard stopped, two long tables were put together, and several benches were put aside and placed under the eaves in front of the house. That's a rice tofu shop. Sit down and order a famous rice tofu. I don't know whether it is owner management or commercialization. Less than 1 minute, a bowl of "authentic Liu Xiaoqing rice tofu" was served on the table. At first glance, it's not bad: red pepper, green onion, white tofu and golden oil flower. The color of soup is no different from ordinary noodle soup. Some chopped green onion was sprinkled in the soup, there was a little pickled red pepper at the bottom of the soup, and there was a little oil flower floating on the noodle soup, leaving the protagonist-white rice strips that slipped into a small spindle. They all say: if you don't taste it, you will regret it for a lifetime; Taste, lifelong regret. It's time to feast your eyes. I really feel the same way after tasting it.
The only scenic spot you can see is Wangcun Waterfall. In fact, this waterfall is not special, but the environment is suitable. It complements the quaint Tujia diaojiao building, skillfully borrows the scenery and blends in with the surrounding scenery. It looks particularly eye-catching.
The ancient Tujia Diaojiao Building built on the mountain stands in the green landscape, looming, adding a lot of confusing aesthetic feeling. The plain black and white tones of the whole scenic spot, the freshness of green mountains and green waters, the quietness of the villages and pavilions, the combination of dynamic and static, and the sound and sound are appropriate. Such colorful and simple pictures constitute a unique landscape in the south of the Yangtze River. In particular, a wine flag fluttering in the wind was picked out by a bamboo pole on the diaojiao building on the mountainside, which made people feel that it was a replica of Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring": "A thousand miles of Yingying is green and red, and the wine flag in Shuizhai Mountain is red." South 480 Temple, several towers in the misty rain. "Only the last two sentences should be changed to' Lotus 480th Floor with many pavilions', so in furong town, this is the place where I press the shutter the most. Just shrinking away from the camera, I enjoyed the beautiful scenery and saw the commercial folk customs here. After all, a simple life can't resist the temptation of material things. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't purify people's inner material desires. It's really mixed feelings and helpless.
Xiao He failed me, too. Because of the movie furong town, the town became famous, so the old city lost its original appearance and was full of modern commercial atmosphere. Fortunately, this town has left a striking Tujia-style diaojiao building, a striking Qingshi Hutong, a striking Wangcun Waterfall and an "intriguing" Liu Xiaoqing authentic rice tofu.
This is-furong town, a Millennium Tujia ancient town.
Fenghuang ancient town
The tourist bus hovered and bumped along the mountain for several hours, and reached the last stop of the tour, which was also the one I was most looking forward to. It was written by Shen Congwen-Fenghuang Border Town in Xiangxi.
The entire ancient city of Fenghuang is located in the mountains, and the Tuojiang River meanders in the clear stream, taking advantage of the trend. The diaojiao building in the ancient Shawan of Fenghuang is built beside the mountains and waters, overlapping each other and occupying the whole mountain. There seems to be no gap between the houses. If it weren't for a night tour of the ancient city of Fenghuang, I would have been confused by this crowded appearance. I don't know how many alleys are densely covered, how many people are scattered among them, and how many blurred fireworks are hidden behind them.
Phoenix in the evening is not as soft as a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Facing the sunset, a little afterglow is sprinkled on the cornices and corners of the diaojiao building, which makes the gloomy building a little shiny, graceful and subtle after vicissitudes.
As the sun sets, mountains and fog gradually cage up, and smoke fills the air on the water. The summer heat gradually dissipated, and the slowly oozing water vapor came on, and the air was a little cold. At dusk, the twilight was faint, and the ancient city gradually became lively. Gray roofs and cornices, dark yellow pavilions, and a cluster of dark gray leaves.
Night arrival, brightly lit. The crowd is bustling, the ancient city is getting lively, the nightlife of Phoenix has begun, and the life of tourists has also begun.
Phoenix at night, like a thousand beauties, is full of makeup and mysterious. The quiet and serene beauty of the smoke on the Tuojiang River, the illusory glitz in the bluestone alley, the noise of the smoke on the ancient wall platform, and the lazy temptation that makes people's eyes blurred in the water bar.
At night, the ancient city is bustling like a city, with neon lights flashing. People seeking world asylum everywhere have reshaped a noisy world here and continued their life after China's entry into WTO in another world, which is puzzling. A kind of regret to see.
Living in a hotel by the Tuojiang River, with wooden windows, soft white gauze curtains and a simple balcony across the river. On the winding water, colorful river lights are flashing on the river. Shui Ying, Deng Hua, formerly known as Ling Bo. Occasionally, I heard a little ethereal singing from a bar in the distance. Phoenix, the city that never sleeps, makes people sleepless and linger.
After a busy night, everything was calm.
It was dark early in the morning. The ancient city has long since awakened from its deep sleep. The river is gurgling, and the sound of hooves on both sides of the Tuojiang River is endless. Many people swim in the river in the morning. Willows are weeping on the shore and pedestrians are whispering in twos and threes. The phoenix in the morning has the beauty of returning to nature, just like the lotus leaf in clear water, which washed away the lead and restored her original pure appearance. Get dressed in the morning, and the river is like a mirror, reflecting the ancient city. You have me, and I have you, showing silence. The morning light gradually parted the clouds, passed through the clouds, scattered on the high gray stilts, shone on the old yellow wall, and cast it on the rippling Tuojiang River through the thick green canopy. The whole phoenix is bathed in golden sunshine.
Two hours of leisure time is almost enough to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the ancient city during the day. Green hills are long and clear water is long. Everywhere is full of ancient ethnic customs, everywhere is full of the lazy atmosphere of vacation and leisure, and the pace seems to be much slower. When traveling along the river, there are booths on both sides of the river, filled with bits and pieces of jewelry, handicrafts and souvenirs for tourists to enjoy. Although they are all small things, they are quite distinctive together. The rendering of the atmosphere of the ancient city has really attracted the attention of a large number of tourists, making people stop and linger. When you come out to play, you always have to bring something back to commemorate it. You have to pick and choose and bargain. Unconsciously, money and things have been exchanged, and there are more things in the pockets: simple and old hair clips, fans embroidered with dragons and phoenixes on the black background, chains with seedlings regarded as totems by Tujia people, colorful puppets and pillowcases embroidered with exquisite phoenix patterns. You can finally find something you like.
Wandering all the way and stealing for a long time. Shen Congwen once described Phoenix like this: "Either you come to Phoenix with an unhurried heart, or you let your heart be unhurried in Phoenix. Otherwise, you won't appreciate the true beauty of this small ancient city. " It seems that I came to Phoenix with a unhurried heart.
Wandering in the ancient city of Qingshiban Street, pavilions on both sides of the river overlap each other. A touch of scarlet and a touch of plain white appear from time to time in the antique lens, which are red lanterns and white gauze palace lanterns hung high in pavilions; Light smoke curled up on the diaojiao building, light and long; The blue river winds down from the root of the ancient city wall, the ferries on the river sway, the light bridges in the river crisscross, and the small bridges in the river are magnificent; On the stone steps on the shore, the girl who was washing clothes was making clothes. At the foot of the mountain, there is a silent white tower. I wonder when I can come again.
The so-called "Tianbao", outstanding people, good mountains and good water produce talents, and Phoenix is also a place where celebrities come forth in large numbers. Cultural legends such as Tian, an imperial envoy, Zheng, a national hero, Xiong Xiling, Premier of the Republic of China, Shen Congwen,
A few short hours, although only a glimpse of Phoenix, is enough.
The trip to Phoenix is coming to an end, and people hear an "hearsay" that spoils the scenery. Originally thought that behind the name Phoenix, there should be a touching story or mysterious legend. But it is said that the back hill of the ancient city is like a phoenix with open wings. It is named after itself, but it is speechless.
Come and go, throw away a regret, break a fantasy and realize a wish. The end of a trip may be a good expectation for the next trip.
On the bumpy return trip, the carriage was full of different depths of travel fatigue. The sentence in Border Town floated in my mind: "From Sichuan to Hunan, there is an official road to the east. This road is near the Xiangxi border, and there is a stream in a small town called' Tea Cave'. There is a small white tower by the stream, and a family lives under it. There is only an old man, a girl and a yellow dog. " "In winter, the collapsed white tower was repaired again. However, the young man who sang under the moon and made Cui Cui's soul light in his dream never returned to the tea cave. "
tail
The whole four-day trip in Xiangxi is not long, but in a blink of an eye, I still don't remember what I left behind. Only by looking at the photos taken during the trip can we feel the real passing; Anyway, there are still signs of sunburn on my face. It's still hard to completely fade away after such a long time, reminding me that I once existed.
The busy journey makes people who are used to seeing the same scenery, taking the same route, going to the same destination and even doing similar things feel a little trance, as if they are crossing a dream, but they still exist. However, I did experience it. I kept running from one scenic spot to another, taking pictures in the scenery I thought was worth remembering, as if only taking pictures could keep the truth of instant memories. Life is like bright red, dancing enthusiastically like a Spanish dancer's skirt. Every day, the sun is new, but it also heats up rudely and the air dries up. However, time can slowly precipitate the enthusiasm for traveling, sweating on the mountain and running around on the road until you reach the foot of the mountain and climb halfway up the mountain; On the way, halfway through, the excitement and expectation at the beginning of the trip quietly faded.