I wanted to stay in Chengdu for a while to feel the elegance of the old city, but ended up in Dujiangyan.
Chengdu has indeed changed in taste, and has become not at all comfortable. It took me several trips to find a job, but I spent a little money on transportation and a lot of money on referral fees. Is it so hard to find a job these days?
After spending two days in Chengdu, I often wanted to go back to Kunming at night to have a bowl of chrysanthemum rice noodles at the Chrysanthemum Rice Noodles Restaurant next to Fude Station.
The climate in Chengdu is really unpredictable and rainy all year round. When Wang Zengqi was studying in Kunming, he always wrote about the rain in Kunming. The rain in Kunming was fine, caught in the wind, and there was a kind of moist air of grass and trees in the world. This kind of rain is especially suitable for poets to write little poems and singers to practice their voices.
When I look back on my short time in Chengdu, I can’t understand why they sell noodles by two, such as noodles with fat intestines, noodles with red oil, noodles with small noodles and noodles with fire. In some cities in Henan Province, there are also shochu by two, but the shopkeepers are charging by the weight of the shochu filling.
And I suspect that the pasta by two is calculated according to the wet noodles, which look smart and elegant, but in practice, how will the merchants calculate the noodles by weight, so it is often one or two is not enough, two wasted. Or it’s like buying rice at the cafeteria: it’s better to have two one taels of rice than one two taels of rice.
It’s true that there are many beauties on the roads of Chengdu, but when you look closely, you feel like you’re in a craft store. There is a uniform, standardized sense of beauty and dress. Maybe there are girls who dream of becoming a netizen or just build themselves up to the standards of a netizen.
I’m wary of anything with these two words on it, lest I somehow be made to feel like I’ve paid for the plot and the dream.
It’s pointless to come to Chengdu just for the food: pea noodles, jiaojiao noodles, Yibin noodles, noodles with a burning flame, noodles with a fat intestine, three fresh potbreads, Sichuan-style cold dishes, cold cakes, egg baked cakes, sesame candies, light-shaded beef ……
I had no choice but to leave, as the food was so wonderful before I had eaten it, it was a bit of a drag.
But after staying in Kunming for a while, I came here and felt it had changed. Douhua rice noodles, deep-fried yams, old milk yams, cross-bridge rice noodles, and sweet and sour baba are just like Chengdu’s specialties.
Now that the economy is opening up, you can eat all the popular Chengdu food in Yunnan. I can’t help sighing: “Life is like seeing only at first sight”.
As for the beef jerky in Yunnan and the beef jerky in Sichuan, each has its own merits. But when you see the souvenir stores with all their souvenirs: bean powder candy, flower cakes, brown sugar, beef jerky, and shit candy, you really feel like you are back in Kunming.
Chengdu is famous for its ambition to be China’s No. 1 netcom city, but it’s a bit like Hangzhou. Hangzhou is also, the tide of the Qiantang River, the most beautiful West Lake, Alibaba’s wealthy empire, and propaganda all over the Internet. But when we meet it in reality, we have a sense of disparity, and the traffic is really problematic. The West Lake does not have the feeling of brimming with sunshine and hazy mountains. There are only people, a crowd of ants in the dark.
I made a fundamental mistake in logic when I perceived the city through poetry, for poetry does not belong to ordinary people. Su Shi wrote: “The boat has since passed away, and the rest of my life is in the sea. I don’t see him fulfilling it. On the contrary, Tao Qian simply: picking chrysanthemums and returning to the south mountain.
A week was spent in the Tibetan area, where primitive is not equal to pure, and people who go to the Tibetan area to be cleansed do not know what to think. I came to the Buddha’s plateau but did not follow the Buddha’s principles, saw the white pagoda and did not go around, past the sutra and did not bow.
The first time I went to the plateau, I didn’t have high albedo or discomfort, but I felt the magic of the Tibetan areas, where there were still people playing in the streets at two o’clock in the morning and the local bars were often open all night. This is what I believe in. I’m a thought robber.
Seven days in the Tibetan areas, no sleeping tents and no miracles or anything like that. The car carried us from one river next to the migration to the next river, the road to the cloud-covered peaks of Mount Kinabalu was finally revealed for a while. After crossing a few lotus flowers, we saw camphor pines on the mountain, yaks halfway up the mountain, clouds and mist on the summit, and blue sky overhead. I didn’t want to do the rituals and didn’t want to desire, but I was so empty, like the wind blowing past the Mani Rock and my heart. After seven days, I felt I didn’t need to come to the Tibetan area.
There was nothing here as if something was missing.
Finally, I arrived at Dujiangyan, where the people of Chengdu drank the water of Dujiangyan. It was quite nice to think that I was also sharing the same water with Chengdu and that 70% of my body was the same. Chengdu is still too crowded, and you have to grab job opportunities and line up all afternoon for egg custard. It’s a good place for someone who wants to free himself from time to time.
Dujiangyan is a good place to watch the water. Several rivers run through the city without being polluted. The water had a jasper color. Day and night, it was always flowing. This breathed life into Dujiangyan, and after observing the water for a long time, one would feel that there is no one who can attack more than water.
There is a monkey dam in Ganzi Prefecture, and the opening of the dam was particularly spectacular, with the feeling of the river being lifted up and a burst of waves hitting one’s cheeks, magnificent and with the feeling of the earth being swallowed up.
After settling down, I thought of sending a letter to a friend about the events of the past few days, but I forgot all about them when I put pen to paper. I remember that I was very calm during the seven days in Tibet, my body was fine, my spirit was like water, and I even felt that I could communicate with some Tibetans with my eyes.
I stayed in a place not far from Chengdu, and when I wanted to take the express train to see the prosperity of the city, I could go home at night and rest without delay. Chengdu has to be moved to the side to keep it hazy and blurred, which is the best. There is a veil so that I can’t see the real face.
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