Daomu Biji

I don’t know what “nest” means. I feel like maybe I heard it wrong, maybe it’s “trough” or something else. But it started to rain and people were coming and going at the pick-up area. We didn’t want to stay too long. So without asking any further questions, I loaded my things into the pickup truck and drove into Chengdu city in the drizzle.

The minivan is smaller than my Jinbei, and the wheels are only as big as a washbasin. It makes me feel like I'm driving. The small flower path tells me to be patient, so I use this minivan in the city. I'll switch to a sand truck for the dirt roads in the mountains at the back, because The road over there is not easy to walk. I thought to myself that if you do this job, no matter how glamorous you are on the market, you will still look like a thief when you are out in the field. This industry seems to be playing a seesaw between chaos and humility. Is it possible that everyone thinks so?

Chengdu is a great city. When I was in college, some of my classmates came from here. Talking about the beauties and snacks of Sichuan made our mouths water. The best word to describe this place is "comfortable", but I'm afraid I won't have time to go there this time. Enjoyed it.

The truck took us into a small alley in the south city. After crossing a street, we can see the front of Sichuan University. Inside are all old yellow cement buildings. The appearance seems to have undergone old city reconstruction, with some embellishments in several places. This kind of ancientness seems to be possible, but I am not born to look carefully at the old house. At the end of the alley, there is a small guest house. The guest house has no signboard, only a simple plastic light box with "Accommodation" written on it. Two red letters were simply placed at the door.

We parked the car, went in and walked around the simple front desk (if that thing must be called a front desk), and suddenly found that it was suddenly enlightened. There was a very elegant European decoration in the corridor. The floors were all solid wood, and both sides of the corridor were covered with hangings. painting. Xiaohua told me that this is their deal in Chengdu. This guest house is not open to the public. There are no rooms at all times if you come to ask. The sign is just a cover, and there are people inside who come from all over the world.

We each entered the room, took a shower and relaxed for a while. A local Sichuan Tangkou guy took us to eat Korean steamed buns and walked around a few old streets. For supper in the evening, we had a butter hot pot restaurant. Holy shit. It was the first time that I had hotpot as a late-night snack, and I almost didn’t faint.

This is a typical horse-traveling experience. You can appreciate the local characteristics as quickly as possible. Speaking of it, I am the guest and Xiaohua is the host, so she habitually took me for a quick walk. Early the next morning, we I left Chengdu and got on the highway. There were no words all the way. During this time, I have long liked this kind of long-distance trek. Xiaohua didn’t deliberately ask me to chat or anything, but I don’t know, I didn’t feel any strangeness or embarrassment. Maybe it’s because my backgrounds are so similar. Yes, I seem to see another side of myself in him.

In this way, we each stared out the window, or closed our eyes and fell asleep, looking at those mountains, those clouds, and those days. The scenery slowly changes, the mountains are getting higher and higher, the roads are getting harder and narrower, and every time you wake up, you will find that the surroundings are getting more and more wild. That night, we came down and changed into a yellow sand truck with better off-road performance, and officially entered the mountain road. Another night of driving in the dark.

Finally, in the early morning of the next day, when I woke up from the turbulence and got out of the car to get some fresh air, I saw for the first time,

I saw the legendary four continuous snow-capped mountains.

"Siguniang Mountain." The driver said, "The Alps of the East."

I stood on the edge of the mountain ring road, and one step further led to the abyss. The view in front was extremely good. I looked at the green peaks in front of me, and later, the pure white majestic huge snow-capped mountains. Dark green and snow-white have never been so harmonious. , perhaps only nature can create such different but matching scenery, everything is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the beauty is so trembling.

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

I couldn't help but feel strange about my sudden lyricism. I had been to many beautiful places with Fatty before, but when I first started to have feelings for him, I would always be knocked down by Fatty's witty words. It was rare to be separated from him this time, and I felt It's so different.

The last section of the journey had to be done by motorcycle. We asked a few locals to drive the motorcycle, negotiated the money and moved all the things out of the car. We came to the village closest to the road and looked in the village for anyone who had gone out to work. With the remaining labor, I hired three or four people, pretending to be photojournalists, and asked them to help with some moving and lifting tasks. We chartered a few more motorcycles to transport everyone to another village in the mountains.

When Huo Xiangu came here, it was really deep mountains and old forests. It is much better now than it was then. Although she went through a lot of troubles, she finally entered the area they were talking about on the third day after arriving in Sichuan. Near the cliff, it is only half a day's journey from the nearest village. At this time, Fatty and Menyoupin should still be on their way to the mountains.

This feeling was very similar to that in Banai, which made me feel a little calmer. We used mules to carry all the equipment close to us and walked along the base of the cliff. Soon, we discovered that caves began to appear on the cliff. One after another, some places are extremely dense. "Some holes are covered by those trees, but there are actually more holes above." The locals told us that such mountain walls full of holes are everywhere on the surrounding mountains.

I asked how is Xiaohua? Do you know which cave they found the silk book in? Xiaohua shook her head, "The old lady didn't come up on her own back then, and after so many years, even if there were any marks, I'm afraid they are all gone. I only know that it should be in the middle, and the location is very high. We have to look for it." With Xiaohua, he started to let others unpack their equipment, and then began to draw the entire cliff and number all the caves that could be seen.

"Looking for it?" I looked up at the cliff and felt a little dizzy. I thought to myself: How can I look for it? How can I survive climbing up and down all day long? Moreover, I suddenly felt that these holes were so familiar. There were so many of them, so why did they look so like the meteorite full of holes in the Queen Mother of the West? ④ Read on Tianshu Chinese website