Travel Notes | Western Sichuan Small Ring Line

This music is jointly produced by two melancholy neoclassical princes. With a bit of rough texture and background pink noise, it's just right close to the heart.

 

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Western Sichuan Small Ring Line

 

I arrived in Chengdu at 11pm on April 2nd. After leaving the station, I walked alone on the streets. I don’t know why I didn’t feel that this city was unfamiliar.

I got up early the next day and had the best sleep in the past three days in the car after setting off. After waking up, I looked at Chengdu outside the window, with green trees and blue sky, and the fruit trees in the fields bearing fruit. It felt like summer. Then I thought about the spring breeze returning from the willows in Xi'an, and someone on the bus happened to be talking about the differences between northern and southern people. Differences between North and South.

A friend said: We must understand the truest existence of things as much as possible.

Maybe the trees in Xi'an are also green, and some of them are bearing fruit, but they just don't take it seriously. If I hadn’t heard about the differences between the north and the south, and without this knowledge and experience, would I have a different understanding of Chengdu?

It just so happens that I am in a good mood today and have time to enjoy the scenery. With the thought of the difference between the north and the south, this subjective consciousness makes me realize the difference between the north and the south invisibly. Maybe the difference is not that big, but it is just amplified by my own awareness.

If you want to see the essence of things, you may have to let go of past knowledge, experience, and emotions. Use a child-like innocent heart to understand and perceive the world.

I read a story some time ago. After listening to his performance, a friend of Beethoven asked him what the name of the piece was. Beethoven played the piece again and said that this was its name.

This is not Beethoven's pretense. In fact, everyone has different feelings after listening to the music at each stage. What you feel after listening to it is the title of this music. Therefore, most classical music has no title and is completely understood by itself. Because nothing illustrates emotion better than the music itself, fewer clues mean fewer distractions, allowing for a broader imagination.

Some composers have given detailed annotations to their works in order to let everyone understand their works. For example, in Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons", in "Spring", the instrument represents the shepherd's nap, the music represents the leaves in the wind, and the barking of the dog... all have explanations. Thus we will be brought into a specific scene.

If there is no annotation, after listening to it, you will feel that you are in a pastoral, the time is spring, the scene is pastoral, the weather is sunny, and the rest is free to play, what kind of mood and state will suit what kind of scene.

In the car, the leader Maomao talked about Tibetan Buddhism and said a six-character motto: OM (ōng) MA (MA) NI (nī) BA (bēi) MI (mēi) HUNG (hōng). These six characters are not specific. Every contemporary eminent monk has a different interpretation of its meaning.

We understand a person, a thing, or the world. Sometimes you have to explain with knowledge and experience. Sometimes you have to throw away everything and feel it with your most primitive heart. Whatever you feel, it is what it is.

Let’s get back to the point, this time we are going to play in a group. On the first day from Chengdu to Xinduqiao, we passed through Zheduo Mountain, the Holy Land of Muya. Zheduo Mountain is not as interesting and fun as imagined, and it disappears after a while. . .

Muya Holy Land has nothing to say. There is not much to talk about in Xinduqiao at night. . .

The so-called observation deck has serious light pollution and strong winds. I was very disappointed when I couldn't take good photos of the starry sky. However, I was very moved when I met a group of people who like the stars. In the middle of the night, a group of people looked at the sky in the strong wind on the top of the slope, looking for constellations and nebulae.

I felt a little high after going back in the evening. I won’t be stubborn anymore. I have to eat rhodiola in advance when going to high altitudes.

The next day we went to Jiaju Zangzhai and passed through Tagong Grassland, Moshi Park, and Yala Snow Mountain Observation Deck.

Inkstone is as expected, not very fun.

Yala Snow Mountain can only be looked at from a distance, thinking that one day I would stand next to it.

Jiaju Zangzhai is quite interesting. There are red and white houses inlaid in the mountains, and the four corners of the roof have vertical corners. The B&B guy said that it means good luck and good luck, which is the symbol of Jiaju.

Because it is built on the mountainside, the house has several floors. One floor has a large balcony, where flowers and plants are planted, and there are several beds. You can see the distant mountains while lying on the bed.

There were more starry clouds in the night sky, so I left the camera outside to take time-lapse shots and then went to bed. The next day I would collect them in the morning. Unexpectedly, due to the strong wind, the battery was consumed quickly and the most exciting part was not captured. In the imagination, the starry sky rotates, bringing out the Milky Way, and then bringing out the moon. At the same time, the color temperature changes. . .

DAY 3

Returning to Chengdu on the third day, I walked along the path of Jiaju Zangzhai to the bus stop in the morning. Next to the path were gardens and vegetable gardens, with big trees above and the sound of birds chirping in the dense forest. Everything was very comfortable.

After returning to Xi'an, it stopped raining. After the rain, the flowers fell and the spring faded, creating a dreamy and sad atmosphere. I didn't sleep well on the train at night, and I still had a cold. I suddenly felt that these three days were like a big dream, and they passed by in a daze.

Although I complained a lot, Western Sichuan is actually worth visiting a few more times.

After all, I haven’t visited the city yet, I haven’t had hot pot, I haven’t been to the snowy mountains, I haven’t seen Haizi, I haven’t encountered the Milky Way...

What’s more, my impression of Sichuan is that it has beautiful scenery and lovely people.