On May Day, I went to Dejiang, Guizhou. Although Dejiang is a small city, the scenery is beautiful.

The two most unforgettable things for me are the mountains in Dejiang and the people in Dejiang.

Let’s talk about the continuous mountains first.

The mountains in Dejiang are really surrounded by mountains, mountains and rivers.

The undulating mountain peaks are like the humps of a camel. The car we took traveled through the mountains. I felt uneasy every time I reached the turning point of the mountain, because it seemed that there was no road ahead, but after turning the corner, there was another wide expanse of land.

Road, at this time I couldn't help but think of a poem: There is no road in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the terraces on the mountain are layered one after another. Some look like swimming pools; some look like dragons; and some look like mom’s makeup powder.

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Some women in Dejiang are also very strange.

They all wrapped their heads with colorful cloths, thick cloths like cake rings.

I asked them curiously: "Why do you wear headscarves? Aren't you hot in the summer?" "Because we are from the Tujia people, and we are used to wearing headscarves, so we no longer feel the heat." But the aunts and sisters on the street

Do you think they are very strange without wearing headscarves?

Unforgettable Dejiang, unforgettable person.

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