Daomu Biji

I do n’t know what “nest” means. I feel like I may have heard it wrong, or maybe “slot” or other words, but it was raining at this time, and people were coming and going at the pick-up office, and we did n’t want to stay for long. So I didn't ask in detail, turned things on a small truck and drove into the urban area of ​​Chengdu in a drizzle.

The small truck is smaller than my gold cup, and the wheels are only large in the washbasin. It opens up and flutters straight. The small flower road makes me bear it. I took this car in the city. The dirt road in the back section of the mountain was replaced by a yellow sand car. Because the road over there is not easy. I said to myself that I did this job, not to mention the glamour in the plate, and it had to be like a thief on the ground. This line seems to be playing a kind of seesaw in arrogance and humility, don't everyone think so.

Chengdu is a very good city. When I was in college, some classmates came from here and talked about Sichuan ’s beauties and snacks. Let ’s drool. The word that best describes it here is “comfortable”, but this time I am afraid I have no time to go Enjoyed it.

The truck took us into a small alley in Nancheng. After crossing a street, we could see the front of Sichuan University, which was full of yellowish yellow cement old houses. The appearance seemed to have undergone the transformation of the old city. It was embellished in several places. This kind of ancient seems to be possible, but it is not enough to look at the old house or the old house carefully. At the end of the alley, a small guest house was opened. There was no sign for the guest house, only a simple plastic light box wrote "accommodation". Two red letters, simply placed at the door.

We stopped the car and walked in to bypass the humble front desk (if the thing must be called the front desk), and suddenly found that suddenly bright, a very elegant European decoration appeared in the corridor, the floor is all solid wood, and the corridor is filled on both sides painting. Xiaohua told me that this is their handicap in Chengdu. This guest house does not operate outside. You have to ask, there is no room at all times, the signboard is just a guise, and the guys from south to north are inside.

We went into the room and took a shower to relax. A local guy from Sichuan Tangkou took us to eat Korean buns, and visited a few old streets. I had a butter hot pot for supper in the evening. The first time I knew that supper also eats hot pot, I hardly fainted.

This is a typical fancy horse-riding experience. I can appreciate the local characteristics in the fastest time. Speaking of which I am a guest, the little flower is the owner, so I habitually walked me around. In the early morning of the next day, we I left Chengdu and got on the highway. No words at all, this time, I have long liked this long journey, Xiaohua did not intentionally call me to chat or anything, but I do n’t know, I do n’t feel anything strange and embarrassing, maybe because my background is too similar , I seem to see the other side of me in him.

In this way, we stared out of the window, or closed our eyes and slept, looking at the mountains, the clouds, and the days. The scenery changes slowly, the mountains become higher and higher, and the road becomes more difficult to walk. Every time you wake up, you will find more and more mountains around. That night, we came down and replaced the yellow sand car with better off-road performance, and officially entered the mountain road. Opened in the dark for another night.

Finally, in the early morning of the next day, when I woke up from the bumps and got off the car to breathe, at first glance, I saw the legendary four continuous snow mountains.

"Mount Siguniang." The driver who drove: "The Eastern Alps."

I stand on the edge of the highway around the mountain, and another step is the abyss. The vision in front is extremely good. I looked at the green peaks in front, and after that, the pure white towering huge snow mountain, dark green and snow white have never been so harmonious, maybe Only nature can bring out such a different but matching scenery. Everything is so misty and beautiful that makes people tremble.

However, this kind of beauty does not have a sense of domineering, but feels very soft and mysterious. Siguniangshan, you stand there alone, what are you thinking?

I could n’t help feeling strange for my sudden lyricism. I ’ve been to a lot of beautiful places with fat people before, but when I first got touched, I was always disturbed by the fat guy ’s whims. It ’s rare to be separated from him this time. So different. Maybe I am suitable to write something hypocritical, not a real grave thief.

"This is the eldest sister, this is the second and third sisters, that is the youngest girl, the tallest and most beautiful girl, more than six thousand meters high." The driver continued, "we called it the four girls, here are all Qiang people and Tibetans Min, we go to many Qiang people. Remember not to sit on their thresholds or touch their tripods. "

"What is a tripod?" I asked.

"Every Qiang people's home has a Guozhuang, which looks like a tripod. They call it Ximi, and Ximi has an iron pan hung on it. Below is a bonfire. The fire that their fire **** left for them spreads, so that fire is very sacred. Some friends I used to spit into the fire and then ... "Xiaohua said while brushing her teeth , "I bought more than one hundred sheep before taking him out."

"Have you been here before?" I was a bit strange.

He smiled at me: "It's a long story, that's some of my own things, you won't want to know."

I looked at his expression and felt more hypocritical, but after taking a breath of fresh air, it felt good early in the morning.

The last part of the road had to rely on a motorcycle. We called a few locals to drive a motorcycle. We talked about the money and moved all the things out of the car. We came to the village closest to the highway, and we looked in the village to see if we had to go to work The remaining labor hired three or four people, pretending to be photojournalists, and asked them to help with some things. I packed a few more motorcycles and transported everyone to another village in the mountains.

When Huo Xiangu came here, it was really deep mountains and old forests. It is much better than it was at that time. Although it has also experienced a lot of trouble, it was finally on the third day of arriving in Sichuan. Near the cliff, it is only half a day away from the nearest township. At this time, the fat man and stuffy oil bottle should still be on the way to the mountain.

This kind of feeling is very similar to that in Banai, which made me a little more determined. We used mules to carry all the equipment close to the body and walked along the root of the cliff. Soon, we found that caves began to appear on the cliff. One by one, some places are terribly dense. "Some holes are covered by those trees. In fact, there are more holes above." Locals tell us that this kind of cave wall is full of mountains all around.

I asked Xiaohua how? Do you know which was the cave where they found the silk script? Xiaohua shook her head, "The old lady didn't come up by herself, and for so many years, even if there are marks left, I may be gone. I only know that it should be in the middle and the position is very high. We have to find it." Said With the little flower on, he began to let other people unlock the equipment, and then began to depict the entire cliff, numbering all the caves that could be seen,

"Look for it?" I looked up at the cliff and felt a little dizzy. I said how to find it, how to eat it all day when I climbed up and down. Moreover, I suddenly felt that these holes are so familiar, so many, how do they look, then the meteorite full of holes like the Queen Mother of the West?