Xichang Qionghai Travel Prose

The taxi in Xichang doesn't drive fast. The driver's uncle has dark skin and some redness, and he speaks with a strong local accent.

"Master, are there any lively activities in Xichang recently?" We asked. "In addition to the Torch Festival not long ago, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival." Uncle replied lazily.

When we passed the Torch Square, the gate was closed and I couldn't hear people singing. We had no luck to meet the torch flying, and the flame filled the sky. Only an old propaganda signboard stood on the roadside, covered with dust, and the torch looked like a faint candle.

"Torch Square ..." I couldn't help thinking. The driver cast a glance, just like looking at any ordinary building in Xichang, turned the steering wheel and drove to our destination. I want to ask my uncle to tell us something, but I don't know how to say it.

Xichang is the center of Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture, where everything is available, but it is difficult to see a shop with ethnic characteristics. Speaking of characteristics, most of the store signs in Xichang will be written in Han and Yi languages with the same time scale, which is probably a kind of "national characteristics".

We got off at Qionghai Hotel on the outskirts of Xichang. The surroundings are empty, and only a few construction sites are under construction in the distance. The sun is scorching and the traffic on the road is sparse. Listening to the hum of Xia Chan, we walked in the shade to escape the torment of summer. However, compared with Chengdu, the weather in Xichang is really enjoyable. The humidity here is not high, as long as it is not facing the sun, the temperature is very cool.

After a few steps, my eyes suddenly became clear.

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No tickets, no flashlights, no noisy crowds.

Qionghai was suddenly and completely displayed in front of me. It's like crossing a long, dark tunnel and suddenly discovering a magnificent underground palace. For thousands of years, she has been lying here peacefully and quietly. Whether it is burning or burning, neither wind nor rain can erase her face. The distant mountains guarded her, and the wind blew away the dust for her. She should be a fairy or a drop of dew in a flat peach garden.

There must be many beautiful legends about her. I'm looking for scattered stories. However, I only saw a lonely signboard on the shore, which said 4A scenic spots and some simple things about Qionghai.

There is not a cloud in the sky, and the sun shines violently on the water surface, giving off strong light. There are several ripples on the lake, more like a slight smile than a sigh. The signboard at this time looks like a tombstone, but there is a beautiful heart buried there?

We went to an artificial beach in Qionghai by bus. It was getting late and the sun was setting. The afterglow of the sunset is a golden wedding dress. Some people play with water and sand in the lake, while others simply swim happily in it. At first glance, they look like jumping fish, dotted with sunset and Qionghai wedding. I have never seen the sea, but when I stand in such glory, I dare not make a sound, so I can only breathe gently and tear my face by the breeze.

The sun is about to burn out, and the last flame of struggle is taken into Qionghai's arms. The sky and the earth darkened and became a huge stage, with the moon showing its head and the light gentle and clear. Legend has it that there were ten suns and four moons in the sky in the ancient Emperor Yao era. After Hou Yi shot nine suns, he came home to learn that his wife Chang 'e had flown to the moon. He couldn't help flying into a rage. In a rage, he shot three arrows at four moons in the air, and one of them landed here and became Qionghai.

This is the first time I have seen such a clear moon. The moon in the city is too cloudy. How can Chang 'e fly away? In the moonlight, the figure is a little bit, and the small fish becomes a waterfowl floating on the water. Touching fairy tales are staged every day, day after day, year after year, the stars are watching and the earth is enjoying. This loneliness is destined not to belong to this city.

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On the last day in Xichang, we had a "Yi meal" and the restaurant was called "Liangshanfeng". At the door are two waitresses dressed in Yi costumes. Their faces are covered with a thick layer of powder, which is a bit scary. Their mouths are like carvings, and they always smile.

The dishes are very simple, including baked potatoes, boiled corn and buckwheat cakes, but I don't know what the coarse grain buns on this big table have to do with Yi rice.

After a few bites, suddenly the music started, and the sound kept hitting my eardrum through the stereo. I trembled and frowned. A strong man ran to the front stage, waved his arms a few times, and then probably said a welcome word from the Yi people. I finally know that the original Yi special is about to begin.

When the strong man stepped down, the poor and sharp voice of the host appeared in the stereo. Next, groups of handsome guys and beautiful women put on sacks and tall hats to perform on stage. Each of them has a sweet and greasy stage name, and the smiles on their faces are exactly the same. The diners in the front row are particularly enthusiastic, and only they applaud the most warmly every time. Later, the host told us that "the distinguished friend of Ms. Zhao and her party in Guang 'an" was sitting in the front row, and the host would introduce it word for word every time he mentioned it.

There is only one private room in the dining room. Later, "a distinguished friend of Ms. Zhao and her party in Guang 'an" moved in, and dozens of beautiful women crowded in, clapping their hands, singing and toasting. Push a cup for a private room, brightly lit and lively.

Walking out of the restaurant, it was windy in the street, and I was awakened a lot. I looked in the direction of the wind, and Qionghai seemed not far away.