The continuous rain gradually dispersed,
The Western Sichuan Grand Ring Line has ushered in the golden season.
The annual autumnWestern Sichuan Festival is about to be held.
If you have sufficient time and traffic, please read carefully
The words and pictures of this copy are so beautiful that they reveal half of the sky...
The road to Shu is difficult to navigate, which has frustrated countless explorers.
This situation has improved in recent years
318/317, large loop line, small loop line
Gradually developed by explorers
Let us finally have a chance to find out more about western Sichuan and Sichuan-Tibet.
Grand Ring Line: Traveling through Western Sichuan
Dream Journey—Dujiangyan—Wenchuan—Bipenggou, Miyaluo
Aba Prefecture—Seda—Ganzi—Tsoka Lake—Kasa Lake—Aden
Xinduqiao - Kangding - Zheduo Mountain - Niubei Mountain - Dream Journey
Every frame on the road is worth recording
Starting from Chengdu, heading west
Passing by Dujiangyan by Li Bing and his son
Exploring the young man Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain
Then came Yingxiu and Wenchuan
The land that was devastated in 2008 has been given a new look
Green trees and flowers, tall buildings, people coming and going, and busy traffic
The motherland is strong and Wenchuan is prosperous
The suffering caused by earthquakes always leaves some mark
If you look carefully, you can still find the mottled spots from back then.
Explore the 512 Memorial Hall
The building with the theme of "Crack" adopts the approach of earth landscape
The ground is cut and lifted to express "bulge" and "tear"
sunken plazas and promenades extend outward
Integrated with the gentle grass slope, it symbolizes new life.
After "tearing" comes suffering, after rebuilding comes "rebirth"
“Wildflowers burn endlessly and bloom again when the spring breeze blows.”
Life will always stage miracles one after another
Bipenggou and Miyaluo are the next attractions
Autumn in Bipenggou
Between the water that day, it was all Qingming
The strong golden color floats in the cool air
People who go up the mountain in the morning can also see the beautiful shadows of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the mist
Faintly visible, it is no longer the intense "frost leaves are as red as February flowers"
But the shyness of "still holding the pipa half-hiding"
Just like a beautiful girl, waiting to be married in the near future
See the mountains all red and the forests all dyed
The river is full of green, and hundreds of boats are vying for the current
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies on the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frosty sky compete for freedom
Chairman Mao’s words are just right here
The sky is high and the earth is high, the mountains are high and the water is far away
You stand on the horizon, just enjoying the autumn
It is said that autumn is the most charming season for Miyaro
Choose a time like this to go out, everything is planned
The red leaves all over the mountains and plains are the soul of Miyaro
Attractions are uncertain
Often you will hear girls screaming exaggeratedly on the roadside
Stop and watch the clouds and mist pass through the colorful trees
Even the movement of setting up the tripod seemed hectic.
The clouds and mist really changed too quickly, so I hesitated for a moment
The scenery in front of me turned white
There is a very beautiful artistic conception in looking at flowers in the mist, and the same is true when looking at mist among flowers.
While taking photos, I exclaimed, that’s where the gods live.
Miyaluo who has passed through fairyland
This is the home ground of mountains——Aba Prefecture
I have to envy Du Fu's good fortune
I have the opportunity to send my talents to this beautiful goddess.
Leaving behind the quatrain "The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling"
The lake is crystal clear under the snow-capped mountains
Embedded in the goddess’s forest and meadow
Take a look at the fairy mirror, reflecting the beautiful figure of the goddess
Get close to her, kiss her, be intoxicated with her, can't bear to leave
Above the snow-capped mountains is the sky with cloud tops
Draw a cloud casually, no need for a brush, it will disperse with the wind
Walking on the top of the snow peaks, stepping among the wind
at sunrise
Red melts night cold
Red dotted on white
The hot heat adds a blush to the goddess's fair skin.
Sunshine makes everything come alive
Living goddess, may you always be with the clouds
Before I even got to Seda, I had imagined this scene thousands of times.
Large tracts of red slowly climbed up the hillside
Light up in the human world and in western Sichuan
The wind blows across the sky
The snow-capped mountains in the distance exude tranquility
The monk in front of me shows piety
The sound of swinging prayer wheels surrounds everyone
You can walk between the red houses
Red prayer flags, red wooden houses
Red palace, red crowd
Leave time to the Buddhist Academy and this piece of red
The deep red color impacts from the vision to the soul
Sitting cross-legged on the hillside opposite the Buddhist College
Larung Valley is brightly lit
There is a faint mulberry smoke in the light
bursts of chanting coming from the college
Watching the Tibetan pilgrims marching forward without hesitation
Let's sit down and think
Maybe faith is not unattainable or unfounded
she is an act
She is the obsession wearing red
Enter Seda, enter the holy land of Tibetan Buddha
You must witness a sky burial with your own eyes
Use your eyes to record a funeral that connects the three worlds
The skin of the dead decays
The call of the soul to return to heaven
Send thousands of vultures as messengers to guide the way
Extradit the dead to the other side of bliss