Graphics; Xiamen Mountain Eagle
Although this Wolong is less than 100 kilometers away from the Wuhou Ancestral Hall in Chengdu to commemorate Zhuge Liang, it is not the Nanyang Wollongong in the "Three Gu Maolu". This "Wolong" was first famous because it was a protected area for giant pandas. It is the only way to enter the Western Sichuan Plateau from the Chengdu Basin.
If the mountains of the Western Sichuan Plateau are like flying dragons in the sky, it is really like an idle crouching dragon, lying on the edge of the Western Sichuan Plateau, and the female is lying on the west side of the Chengdu Plain. Maybe it is to see the long flow of the Jiumin River, the country of Heaven singing and dancing, this Wolong is no longer lazy to have Tengyunzhi, and when it encounters the rainy season, it is upset and stretches out from time to time, and as a result, it always causes landslides and collapses, and Grunts all roll to the bottom of the valley, blocking the mountain road.
So before entering the mountain, I went to Wenshu Monastery in Chengdu to worship the bodhisattva, hoping that this time the way into the mountain would be smooth. I often go to Wenshu Monastery and drink a cup of tea. I love it here, I feel clean and at ease. In particular, I like the four heavenly kings who laugh and have big eyes here, like seeing the brothers who have been reunited for a long time, and kissing when they see them. Manjushri Bodhisattva's mount, the Green Lion, is said to be majestic, and the lion roars to deter demons, but I have always felt that it is like a good pet - under the old tree pavilion of the ancient temple, a cup of light tea enters the mouth, the heart is cool, and everything is happy.
Sichuan's summer rains are so overwhelming. Standing in Chengdu and looking around, the dark clouds cover the sun, leaving a gap in the road to Wolong in the west, although there is occasional rain, but the road will not be obstructed. It was probably Manjushri Bodhisattva who greeted this Crouching Dragon, and a group of thirty of us really came in smoothly.
There are many hotels in Wolong's ditch, and the conditions of our stay are unexpectedly good, especially the decoration, there are many birds, flowers elements, and even the restaurant beams are squatting on a "parrot". Those of us are all lovers of wildlife, the main purpose of this trip is to go to Balang Mountain to see the green silk artemisia and Tibetan snow chicken, but when we enter this hotel, we all have a bit of the meaning of staying and not wanting to go.
In fact, if you don't go, in the mountains, where is not a good place to make natural observations?
Rainy days are inevitably a little tired, but the river in the valley is surging and has been watching for a long time, as if even you have the power to run; and then look at the white-topped brook duck that plays by the water's edge, it is a cheerful spirit, that white, pure even ice and snow are jealous of a few points, this has been praised by the god of light, in this gloomy sky, how not to make people shine?
The quedley flowers have elegant purple umbrella-shaped inflorescences, like small garlands, catching restless droplets of water in the rapids in the mountain wind. Those droplets of water were tiny, falling on the flowers, like dewdrops, and looking closer, there was not only your own shadow, but also the whole sky. The hillside on the opposite bank is studded with purple spots of white flowers, which are the Baoxing lilies unique to the mountains of southwest China, like a small lantern to add light to the world.
On the willow tree on the bank of the river, a green-backed flew over, a Far Eastern flew out again, the leading finches were very active on the treetops, the white-collared birds were unusually quiet, and the kung fu that stayed in the branches did not move, and a closer look showed that the wings of the little guy did not know when to get wet, no wonder they changed the naughtiness of the past.
There are also many bugs, I have no patience to look carefully, the fog between the peaks is erratic, sometimes miaoman is like a few wisps of green smoke, and in the blink of an eye, it is a thick cloud of mountains sneaking. The willow fir forest was like a column of soldiers holding bayonets and black pressure, and they couldn't even pierce the light cloud, was this the so-called "Ezra kegang"?
There are many confusing existences in the world, such as this southwest hydrangea next to it, in order to save energy, in order to save energy, the huge inflorescence only uses a circle of bright white petals around to attract insects, and the real source of honey is only the small lilac flowers that are inconspicuously clustered together in the center.
The rain started to fall and we started walking up the hill.
The Grey-headed Plover was the first to come out and welcome us up the mountain, but I misremembered its name as a brown-backed black-headed plover. Watching birds for many years, although people are middle-aged, they will not have such a bad memory, but they can only say that they still see too little and are not good at school.
But to say that I saw less, I had seen the gray-winged bird once and a half, because I only saw the body in the Zixi Mountain in Yunnan Province, and I didn't see the head, which was half a time. The other time was in Gaoligong Mountain, also in Yunnan, but it was a real look, the distance was also close, but the place was too close to the artificial "bird pit" in order to attract the birds and uncles, and it was estimated that it was only for a few bites to eat the birds that had long lost their backbone, so it was not 100% pure wild and not exciting.
However, I can't make a mistake about seeing so few gray-winged plovers, the two brown-backed black-headed plovers in front of me, oh no, there is a black guy next to the two gray-headed plovers, but isn't it the grey-winged plover! I always felt that the Creator was a little tired of the black crow on his body, so he used silver-gray paint to draw a picture on the left and right of the crow's body, Oh yes! The grey-winged plover was born.
I was so excited that I almost lost the camera in my hand. Most of them did not know the difference between the gray-headed plover and the gray-winged plover, and the birds were very happy to see, and they were excited to see me, and they also followed the chicken blood.
It's just that the birdwatchers are excited and quiet, and you can only feel the heartfelt joy from the wide eyes, the smiles on your face and the cheers in your voice to the extreme. Therefore, the three members of the Gray Forest Family on the wire are happy and harmonious, and they do not feel that they will be disturbed by the people in front of them.
The parents of the grey forest bird each wear a gray and brown coat, and the baby's coat is speckled. The wind and rain are coming, and the wet ones are just like this, but you can see that they don't care about it when you look at them. Yes, originally it was living in nature, and it was going to rain and the woman was going to marry, and if it came, it would be safe.
We continued in the light rain. On both sides of the winding mountain road is a straight and dense willow fir forest, the canopy layer is simply a huge thick green carpet, and the sunlight is difficult to penetrate, so the forest looks black hole, which makes people frightened. But even so, there are still star-like flowers that emerge on the thick carpet of pine needles, and those delicate stems and leaves are stubborn in the flexibility of the sky - the lack of sunlight makes itself a brilliant starry sky.
The willow warblers sing in the fir trees, which is difficult to see clearly and cannot be recognized, but listening to them sings can tell who they are - each kind of willow warbler is a good singer, but the tunes are different styles and personalities. It's just a pity that there are dozens of kinds of willow warblers in China that often appear, and for people like me who lack musical talent, I don't quietly listen to it for a while and then reminisce about it, but still just listen to a hilarity and can't tell the difference. Moreover, now that the wind is getting louder and the rain is getting thicker, it is wiser to shake your head and give up. Then goodbye, my little singers.
The spear-striped grass stork has made a shining appearance, it is a big guy with a white and black look like a white-eyed wolf. But in my opinion, it is actually a fool, otherwise why don't you hide in the grass on a rainy day, and jump on the wire to be drenched in rain? Still shouting loudly from time to time, is it afraid that predators will not hear? Or worried that the bugs don't know how to dodge? But think about it, we humans also only know how to whistle, completely do not understand what is called Taoguang obscure people, even the crowd, it seems that there are more!
That being the case, then let's not look down on the spear-patterned grass harrier, but its brown striped suit is still very fashionable, retro sense is very strong, reminiscent of the Seventies Broadway. The trend of art is a reincarnation for decades, and things in the world are sometimes the same, one generation has gone, and the new generation will inevitably repeat the same mistakes, so there is the sentence "History is always strikingly similar." Or perhaps it is precisely because this "similarity" involves so much suffering that the Buddhists feel that "not falling into samsara" is the highest enlightenment. Unfortunately, all sentient beings can have such great wisdom.
Without that kind of great wisdom, you can slowly cultivate. No, there is a temple on the mountainside, and the eaves are high, like a phoenix flapping its wings, wanting to soar into the sky.
The temple is called "Lama Temple", but there are no lamas, nor Tibetan Buddhism, but Bon. As for whether it is a primitive Bon religion or a Yongzhong Bon religion, I don't know much. The statues of the gods and Buddhas enshrined in the temple are quite perfunctory, so I don't know if they are Buddhas or exorcists. Or do they merge into one? I wanted to ask the temple people, but the accent of his speech was so heavy that I could hardly understand a word, so I greeted him with a smile.
The only thing I understood was that the prayer wheel under the eaves of this "Lama Temple" needed to be turned counterclockwise (Tibetan Buddhism is clockwise). In fact, this temple has a long history, more than 600 years, but unfortunately destroyed by fire, now this building is only twenty years old, fortunately the structure is similar to before, it looks like it is still smooth in the embrace of the mountain. That's enough, religion is meant to soothe the soul. The temple is backed by a large stone wall that is 100 meters high, surrounded by bamboo trees, many birds, star crows dragging white tail cover feathers from the front, and the harsh calls are echoed by the reflection of the stone cliffs, repeating incantations in the valley.
When the rain gradually increased as it descended, the mountain road was full of water, and our group was cautious, some of us worried about the follow-up trip, and couldn't help but still be immersed in the joy of what we had just seen all the way up the mountain. Until I returned to the hotel in the valley and watched as the stream in front of the door had changed from the torrential currents of the morning to the roaring and roaring turbid dragon. A tributary that was still as clear as blue in the morning was already muddy, and the surge was like a tiger and leopard rushing.
At this scene, the crowd could not help but be afraid, but I laughed. Because the day before yesterday in Wenshu Monastery, just now in the Lama Temple, but on the contrary, I prayed three times to the gods and Buddhas - and sure enough, the spirit was realized. I naturally pray that tomorrow on the high altitude area is the best clear sky, and everything in front of me just shows that the rain has fallen through, only to wait for the beautiful sound of water on the pillow at night to fall asleep, get up tomorrow morning, open the curtains, and hug must be a good day with bright sunshine.
I am here in Wolong, and I do not have the same clever calculations as Zhuge Liang on Wollongong, but I have learned to be familiar with the rhythm of nature - after so many years of meeting mountains and rivers, we have long been in touch with each other.