Sichuan in and out of Qing Dynasty (1)　The grassland road from Ruoergai in northern Sichuan to Chengdu

Chuanjin Qingchu

The sun in the east has slowly risen.

The sun gradually shines into the room through the gaps in the curtains. The glass was completely covered with water vapor.

Opening the window, the grassland outside the window was still shrouded in a thin morning mist.

The mornings and nights on the plateau in June are still a bit chilly. Although there is no heating, the electric blanket brings rare warmth.

After packing my bags, the guy at the front desk didn't get up yet because he took the girl to play games yesterday.

Tangke Town is quiet in the early morning. I couldn't find a store that was open. Forget it, I arrived when the entire grassland was asleep, so I set out before the grassland woke up.

Walk through the grassland along the G248 national highway. The cold wind felt like it had blown through my handsome fur coat.

Smoke rises from the yurts on the roadside. Go in with the attitude of giving it a try and ask for a bowl of butter tea to warm yourself up.

The owner of the yurt is a very enthusiastic Tibetan uncle in his 50s. I greeted him in Tashi Delek, which I only know in Tibetan, and the uncle said lame hello to communicate with me.

So I drank two bowls of hot butter tea and ate a few pieces of tsampa. My uncle saw that I was quite skillful in stirring tsampa. He was very happy and wanted to drink with me.

Drinking wine and eating meat early in the morning. As expected, very Tibetan.

I declined the uncle's kindness, but he insisted on not wanting any money, so I gave him the spare windbreaker in my car. The uncle was very happy and said that his grandson liked this.

Inadvertently it promotes national unity. The red scarf on my chest feels more vivid.

The sun is gradually rising, the body is getting warmer, and there are more cars on the road.

After riding for a short distance, road construction began. There was a row of cars. I asked the traffic control at the road closure and they told me to wait and it would take two or three hours to pass.

When I was queuing up to take a selfie out of boredom, a Tibetan saw me and asked me to pass through the grassland next to him.

To be honest, I was hesitant. Although I have seen Tibetans riding motorcycles in this way, I have seen too many cases of compensation claims for overrunning the grasslands of herdsmen.

So I said I'll wait.

He seemed to see my worry and said it was okay. This piece of grassland was his and he had the final say. If you wait, it will take a long time. You are fine on a motorcycle.

The words almost brought tears to my eyes. If this happened in no man's land, I would probably have to do a PY transaction.

I thanked the Tibetan brother and passed by carefully. The traffic controller called me, and the elder brother said a few words to him, then waved his hand for me to pass quickly.

So I went around the highway with everyone's envious eyes on me, and turned the accelerator, leaving only my handsome back.

The scenery of Jiuhong Grassland Scenic Road is very beautiful.

Basically at every viewing platform, you can see southerners parking their cars and lying on the grassland to take pictures.

Standing on the viewing platform, I looked like a northerner watching southerners playing in the snow.

Who would have thought that five years ago, with the sweet smile on my face, I would also be a mainlander playing in the snow in the eyes of prairie people.

After passing Hongyuan County, we started walking through the mountains.

Pass by Dagu Glacier and Miyaluo Scenic Area along the way.

I was just enjoying the scenery and forgot to take pictures.

If not, I feel like the snow today could be in National Geographic magazine.

The hotel near the fork of the G317 National Highway and the G213 National Highway has a casual name, called the Fork Road Hotel.

But it felt too expensive and it was still early in the day, so we stopped for a while and continued our journey.

After passing the town of Miyaro, we started descending the mountain. The temperature also skyrocketed. I stopped twice along the way to take off my clothes.

It was completely summer when we arrived at Gurgou Town.

Passing through Li County, the road was under construction again. We walked through the dense gaps of parked cars, and finally got on the sidewalk and finally made it over.

The curb was too high and a motorcycle friend couldn't get up on his small pedal, so I helped him lift his bike.

I was really hungry when passing by the ancient town of Xuecheng. Due to the epidemic, not many restaurants were open.

So I bought a few kilograms of cherries to eat.

The cherries in Li County are big and sweet, and the key is that they are not expensive.

Must try it when passing by.

Finally arrived in Wenchuan at two o'clock in the afternoon. I rode around the old city and the new city, preparing to go to the epicenter of the year for a screening.

Not long after leaving the county, I discovered that the Gaodian Bridge on the G213 National Highway was actually broken and was being repaired. So I prepared to go around it at high speed, but was stopped both times. Sichuan's rules against using expressways are very rigid.

After looking at the map, if you take the expressway, you can get there in less than two kilometers. If you take the national highway, you need to take a detour of nearly 400 kilometers. So I called Wenchuan 110. They said there must be a way there and asked me to ask about the expressway. The highway says there is no road, so you can call a tow truck for 100 yuan.

So I decided to take it easy and ask the locals.

The smoke dispersed a lot, but nothing was found. Sure enough, the locals didn't know how to get there, but they all encouraged me to go onto the highway.

It is said that a motorcycle convoy was unable to pass last week. After waiting for a long time and calling to complain, the highway traffic police finally escorted them and let them pass. I did see motorcycles speeding by on the highway from time to time.

I don’t have that much ability on my own, and the safety guards at the expressway entrance were also staring at me eagerly, waiting for me. So I can only prepare to find a tow truck like ordinary car enthusiasts.

At this time, an uncle told me that there was an old road on the mountain, which was their original road back to the village. It had been in disrepair for a long time. With the construction of a new road, all those who needed to be relocated were also relocated. Many people did not know that this road existed. exists.

He also vaguely remembered that the road could bypass the Minjiang River in front of him. The uncle said that when you see a road in the mountains, just walk on it. After climbing two hills, when you see the third hill, you can start looking for the way down the mountain.

It's about ten kilometers and can be passed by a motorcycle, but it may take more than an hour.

So I started going up the mountain based on my uncle’s vague memory. Not to mention crashing the car and cutting branches. Luckily I didn't get lost.

Sure enough, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain.

Coming out of the mountains and onto the national highway, all the roads have been rebuilt and there is no trace of the road.

Slowly moving forward, I began to doubt life at the fork in the road.

After a while, a small truck selling melons came and asked me to follow him. Unexpectedly, he also took the wrong path and walked and walked until he reached a dead end.

As he turned around, he smiled awkwardly at me. I nodded slightly at him.

I gave him a cigarette and he gave me a melon. No words were exchanged.

The tacit understanding between men is that simple.

Take another road and meet road construction workers at the next fork in the road. Under their guidance, we finally got around. At the highway intersection, I met some mountain bikers who drove me to Yingxiu by turning the speed to 2nd gear at 7,200 rpm.

The 5.12 Wenchuan Earthquake occurred at 14:28:04 on Monday, May 12, 2008, Beijing time (UTC+8). According to data from the Seismological Bureau of the People's Republic of China, the surface wave magnitude of this earthquake reached 8.0 Ms, moment magnitude reached 8.3Mw, and earthquake intensity reached 11 degrees.

The most severely damaged place by the earthquake was probably Yingxiu Middle School at that time. There is only one flagpole left in the entire teaching building of Yingxiu Middle School, and the national flag is still flying on the flagpole.

At the ruins of Xuankou Middle School in the center of Earthquake Square, the collapsed teaching building and the entrance steps are fixed at 14:28, all reminding the people not to forget the past and not be afraid of the future.

I came out of Yingxiu with a heavy heart, thinking about the meaning of life like a philosopher.

Unknowingly, I passed by Dujiangyan and almost missed the Dujiangyan Dam, which was full of wisdom thousands of years ago.

It's getting late. Cross Qingcheng Mountain without stopping.

Passing by a small town called Wolong Town.

Wolong Wolong, it seems that this is a very suitable place to sleep.

After tidying up the room, the moon is already on the branches.

Tomorrow we will go to the starting point of the Sichuan-Tibet Line.

Although I have traveled 2,000 miles of mountains, rivers and grasslands.

But the real journey has just begun.