The river is called Duoer River, the road to Duoer Township. From the map, the end of the river valley is Danyi village, very close to Jiuzhaigou. We plan to walk through this river valley first, if we can walk out, we will go to Jiuzhaigou, if we can't get out, we will return the same way. Cell phone signals are faint, can not find out how far, we have been along the river with the road up the road, the road is good, about one and a half car width, intermittent wide places can meet the car. Soaring peaks, meandering rivers, mountain slopes with turquoise grass, gentle slopes and riverbanks with golden barley, wooden fences will be the field and the highway separated, such as a colorful painting, cattle and sheep scattered in the oil painting between.
More beautiful pictures need to look up and look around: the river valley on both sides of the lofty mountains, covered by thick green trees, light green meadows and light yellow crops, occasionally there will be a fine white path in the hillside nine winding upwards, the end of the road is the top of the hill, the top of the hill is the village, the house is staggered, it is infinite reverie.
The Duoer River was built on a small reservoir, the water is blue like jade, silent and uninhabited mountains, suddenly saw this canyon of blue water, there is a very unreal feeling, as if it is not man-made construction, but from the sky fell down, born so. The mountain road is getting narrower and narrower, only a car wide, the scenery is more and more beautiful, the road, as if there is no end. I do not know how long, suddenly appeared on the side of the road, a golden stupa, over the stupa turn, there is actually a small parking lot. The village is here.
Parking, there is a viewing platform, there is a wooden walkway leading to the river valley. River valley, the Duoer River rushing, from top to bottom of a grass house built on the river, we several people counted the house, counted many times but no uniform number, some say 11, some say 10, some say 9.
Down to the river valley, walked to the bottom of a grass house, it turned out that the house is a water mill, from the mill across the river, wildflowers in the deserted path, we counted one by one water mill, saw one of the mill there is a small Tibetan couple in the grinding peas. Climbed to talk for a while, the young couple is particularly shy, can only speak a little Chinese. They said these mills have more than a hundred years, has been used, the village can be used, free of charge.
After walking through the 11 (yes, I counted) mills, and then up a slope, in front of us is a fairy tale village. I've seen the introduction of the publicity board at the entrance of the village, this village is called "Da Yi Village". The Tibetan word "da yi" means "tiger's cave", does it mean that there are tigers on the mountain?
The village is built on the mountain, with stone houses, wooden houses, and streets paved with cement, very clean. The village was quiet, only a dog greeted us as pedestrians. When we walked to the village, we saw the village committee hanging the sign of "Yangbu Village", which is the official name of Danyi Village.
A row of stacks, a rack of barley, an alley, a house. It's a harmonious and beautiful place, free from the world. The water mill under the village, running water clatters, the hillside behind the village, rape flowers quietly open.
Turned around, walking back, suddenly found that we had just walked through the empty village cross-streets, stood more than a dozen young and middle-aged males, wearing very beautiful Tibetan robes, all together, looking towards us.
I asked them about the village. They were very friendly and kind, and told me that the village was as old as the water mill, that this village was at the end of the road, that a little further on there would be a sea of flowers, and that over the mountain in front of me would be Jiuzhaigou, but that there were bears in the mountains, and that tourists were best advised not to go there on their own.
Walking back to the parking lot, looking back at the valley river water mill, the river rushing as usual, the sky is treacherous, Danyi village is nowhere to be seen.
Everything just now seems to be a dream.
Almost finished the Duoer River Valley, the road has come to an end, look at the back of Jiuzhaigou, turn around the original way back.
Driving more than ten kilometers, see a group of buildings on the roadside, a row of white towers after a large white tower, apparently a sizeable temple, stop and watch.
The temple is called "White Temple". Baidu know: white ancient temple, the earliest founded more than five hundred years ago, the original site is located in the village of white ancient, Tibetan name Deqing Lengzhou Lang, meaning: "peace and happiness round full of continents". 1839 moved to five kilometers from the village of the valley, is currently the only one in Gansu Province, there is still a monks studying Sakya School of Monastery, but also in Aba County, Sichuan Province, Ruolgai County, seek the temple of the Ji. It is also a branch temple of Seekji Temple in Ruoerge County, Aba Prefecture, Sichuan Province. The lineage of Baiku Monastery comes from Genche Tso Rinpoche and Angwong Gengar Rinchen Rinpoche of Kuji Monastery, and further up the lineage from Sakya Tsaga Tsaba Dharma King Ch?kyi Ch?kyi Rinpoche.
I just copy and paste these Baidu text, it was those "Rinpoche" confused, as the line as a mountain ah. Although the layman, the unique architecture of the white ancient temple is still y attracted to us. Temple built on the mountain, a glorious hall at the top of the mountain, the monastery according to the mountain and down a lane, a row of rows spread, the monastery seems to be built of clay, the outer walls are painted with red and white vertical stripes, like the coat of the Avanti. It was the first time I saw such a decorative style of architecture, and it was used in a temple.
The Tibetan friend who traveled with us didn't know the origin of the red and white stripes, and he found a way to take us to see the presiding officer of the monastery. The presiding officer sent a young handsome monk to take us to visit the temple hall more important places, and finally the presiding officer himself to take us to visit their Tibetan scripture cabinet, very grandly take out a volume of the treasure of the temple - an ancient scripture, in each of us gently touched the top of the head. Although we did not know what was going on, we knew that the host was praying for us to eliminate disasters. With gratitude, we reverently and respectfully followed our Tibetan friends to perform various rituals, and didn't have the heart to spoil the atmosphere by opening our mouths to ask questions to the host.
There were hundreds of young monks sitting in rows in the main hall, chanting, their voices low but ear-splitting. It's a lot like when we go to school and recite our texts in a low voice before class, except that our classrooms are very gritty and this hall is brilliant.
From the Baigu Temple, I saw a very small roadside sign "Baigu Village", and had a thought: Baigu Temple has a history of more than 500 years, and the original site is in the village of Baigu, Baigu Village must be even older, and since Baigu Village is still there, I have to go and take a look at it.
The road to Bai Gu village is very narrow, up the mountain, the heart straight drums: in case the opposite side of the car what to do? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
Only two turns, the scenery is very different, beautiful people can not move step, beautiful seconds want to stop. I'm worried about the opposite side of the car, do not dare to stop, so sorry to see the beautiful scenery and unlimited joy to see the next good picture to come.
The mountain is the top of the mountain, and the sky is clear. The first thing you need to do is to get a good view of the mountains, the canyons, the rivers, the roads, the villages. The first thing you need to do is to get a good view of the mountains, the rivers, the roads and the villages. The village of Baigu had arrived.
It's impossible to describe the scenery we saw standing in front of Baigu Village. It was an aerial view, and we were the airplane hovering in the air, looking down on everything like God. No, we are more than an airplane, in addition to overlooking, we also side to look at the road, looking across the village on the hilltop, looking up at the higher Baigu village complex.
The village in the big construction, the construction of villagers square and parking lot, repair drainage facilities, look at the momentum, to develop.
Because the village road was dug up, the road is difficult to travel, because the natural scenery in front of the eyes is too good, we only in the outskirts of the village to walk half circle, and then sat in the village entrance to the mountains and colorful slopes and valleys to go to the laziness.
After leaving Dhayi village, it was like a dream, when we were in Baigu village, it felt like sleepwalking.
We just came from Ruoergai Grassland, from Tangke, the first bay of the Yellow River's nine curves, from the earthly fairyland of Zagana, and from the countless beauties that made us scream and squeal, but in Baigu Village, we were stunned and dumbfounded by the view at the entrance of the village without entering it in the first place.
We didn't think there was human habitation at the top of such a high mountain, and although we saw villages on top of the mountain along the way, we felt differently when we looked at them from a distance and visited them in person; we didn't think that this village had a history of more than a thousand years, and that she must have a lot of hard and wonderful stories; we didn't think of the scenery on the mountain, which was so magnificent and beautiful. Wildflowers in the foreground, the river valley, the Duoer River and the country road together as a pair of lovers, both sides of the mountain slopes colorful, all-around deathless beauty.
Lovely to leave the village of Baigu, downhill, on the way back to the road did not walk a few kilometers, saw across the river, one of the tallest in our line of sight of the green hills, the top of the green hills there is a village, the village behind the peak of the exposed gray-white stone, I moved up to the mountain of the heart again. Folding back to find the bridge across the river, after crossing the Duo'er River began to pan the mountain, the road is very new cement road, but the road is narrow and steep curves, very scary, fearful of at least 10 kilometers, encountered a big bend increase steep slope, the car people fearfully get out of the car and walk, drive the Tibetan friends to increase the horsepower to accelerate the corner to rush up. Thank goodness there is no car, or call the day should not be called the ground is not the spirit.
Amitabha Buddha, too dangerous, ignorance is fearless, walk through this trip, next time I dare not come up, unless walking up the mountain.
Up the steepest slope, there is a small platform where you can park your car, and the village hall of Jigu Village in Duo'er Township is right next to it, with the door locked because it's a weekend. The view in front of the village committee is very similar to Baigu village, if we hadn't been to Baigu village before, we don't know how excited we would have been, but the road up was too dangerous, and I was worried about the difficulties I would face in driving down the mountain and didn't pay much attention to the scenery.
The second village has to go up, small road, more than 45 degrees of gradient, can only walk. The road is a small, 45-degree incline, and you can only walk. When you climb up, the gravel on the road falls down, and the bottom of the abyss is 10,000 feet deep. After climbing a few hundred meters in fear and trembling, I arrived at a pavilion for people to rest. The other people refused to climb, the last part of the sprint ah, they actually just give up.
The final stretch was even steeper, and a couple of Tibetan pigs greeted us at the village entrance. I climbed up as fast as I could and finally arrived at the village of Jigu.
As usual, the village is built on the mountain. Logs, planks, stones and dirt make up the steps, and many pig droppings and pig urine run down the steps from top to bottom, with solar-powered streetlights along the way. Flies were flying and I held my breath as I stepped over the pig manure one level at a time to the village, where the road was hardened and the concrete floor was full of pig manure, stinking of flies, when a dirty but bright-eyed little boy came along who spoke Chinese. He said he had to go halfway around the village to see the gray mountains behind him. Talk to him more and he runs away shyly.
After walking a few dozen meters, I couldn't get off my feet, there was pig manure everywhere, and the smell was so bad that I fainted, so I had to return.
Meet your companions at the pavilion and look at the view. The roof of the village committee at our feet, opposite the big hill a ring of a piece of terraces, like the air field, red, yellow, green, terraces surrounded by a village. There are gray peaks in the distance, you can imagine that in winter, there must be snowy mountains.
In the village committee, I met a Tibetan girl who went to high school in Diabe County, she took a big suitcase to the bottom of the mountain by shuttle bus, then took a motorcycle to the village committee, and then called her father to come down to pick her up. I chatted with her for a while, her family is in the village of Zigu, all free school, half a month ago village cadres and poverty alleviation task force in the door-to-door work to mobilize the villagers as a whole to relocate to the mountains, the mountain relocation of the house has been built a large piece of the bottom of the mountain.
It is true that the scenery of the village is good, but it is not suitable for living, the relocation is the best choice.
Soon, the girl's father rode a motorcycle down from the village, picking up the girl, the car whirled a big turn uphill away. Our party was dumbfounded, that road, walking are slippery, how he came down how to go up? Also, I just came out of the village, the village in any case, it is impossible to drive a motorcycle into ah, that a steep slope, that section of the ladder, is not a motorcycle dish.
Swing your head, dizzy, pinch your legs, pain, this is not a dream.
Leaving Zigu village, time is not early, bear the pain to cancel the idea of going to the village on the hill opposite Zigu village, directly out of the river valley, back to the 345 national highway.
Later, we walked for a few hours at night. In the stillness of the night, in the dark silence of the mountains, we often see the night sky unsupported hanging a string of soft light flashing a big pearl, I know, that is the top of the village of solar street lamps.
Leaving Gannan for a year, our party of eight people often talk about Gannan, talk about the most, not Zagana is not Langmusi, but more than the river valley and the village on top of the mountain. We just casually into one of the many river valleys in Gannan, we have seen the shocking visual and spiritual beauty, visible Gannan's beauty, is broad, magnificent, but also subtle, fine, she withstood any sudden attack and fault-finding, her beauty, everywhere.