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D1, Xi'an - Ya'an (Friday, July 23, 2021)
800 kilometers, tolls 438 yuan.
The journey was alternately sunny, then drizzling. We were about halfway through today's journey. Sitting in the car, the 400 kilometers, rain and shine, didn't feel long. My mood was a bit out of sync with the weather, fluctuating and unfocused.
We were still over 30 kilometers from the Jianmenguan Service Area, where we planned to have lunch. Suddenly, a torrential downpour descended, reducing our speed to around 40 kilometers per hour. The wipers were working diligently, and the car felt like it was in an automatic car wash. 
It was almost 1 p.m., and I said I didn't want to have lunch in the rain.
Classmate Dafang said that it was not up to anyone. As soon as he finished speaking, the car drove out of the car wash. The sky cleared up again, and the broad Jialing River came into view. The places where the sun shone on the river emitted rainbow-like colors. This should be the rhythm of not having to dine in the rain. Just as the idea of relief arose, the car rushed into the car wash again. This rain was too willful.
Okay, you win!
It seemed that the idea of surrender was seen through. The scorching sun suddenly jumped into the sky, serving with enthusiastic enthusiasm, and dried the wet car until there was no water left.
The glittering car continued to gallop on the highway. We arrived at the Jianmenguan service area. As expected, we enjoyed a lunch without rain. The sun, which was having fun, was hidden in some cloud. The temperature was 32 degrees.
We left the service area at 2 o'clock and continued on our journey after eating and drinking. 
The hotel is right next to the Ya'an Bridge on the banks of the Qingyi River. Lush banyan trees line the riverbank, and beneath their vast canopies are rows of teahouses. Leaning back in a comfortable chair, you can watch the Qingyi River flow by and the traffic on the Ya'an Bridge pass by. A cup of tea costs between 5 and 20 yuan.
There are also several bars along the river, so business is probably good. 
We went out for a bite to eat and found Liu Lao Er Da Da Noodles, which was quite good. 
Walking along the river in the evening, many people were dancing. At the entrance of our hotel, a group of people sang revolutionary songs. Huqin, flute, and accordion all played, and the songs resounded loudly along the banks of the Qingyi River.
Many people came to cool off by the Qingyi River. The river breeze blew, and the natural air conditioning seemed even more comfortable. The Qingyi River's coolness is due to the icy snow water at its source.
An elder said that the Red Army climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grasslands, climbing the same snow-capped mountain at the source of the Qingyi River.
D2 Ya'an to Litang, 398 km (Saturday, July 24, 2021)
The highway from Ya'an to Kangding is 73 yuan for tolls and bridges. After circling Kangding Love Song Square twice, I couldn't find parking, so I gave up the idea of singing in the square and headed up the mountain to Litang. To get from Kangding to Xinduqiao, you must take National Highway 318. The road is complex, and the 75 kilometers take two and a half hours. Let's go, the whole road is filled with cars with "318 Must-Drive" stickers. At section 2881 of National Highway 318, traffic was severely congested, and some cars used the emergency lane for disaster relief. The road was extremely bad, and even Shenguang Wuling vans were taking that route, so we lined up and joined the queue. It was 15 degrees outside, but the car was still warm as summer inside. 
The Tibetan blue sky was beginning to show, and the rocky road felt comfortable. Yaks were foraging along the emergency road, and in less than an hour, Xichu Zheduo appeared before our eyes.
There were many tourists, so we didn't stop. Continuing a thousand meters further, we came to a very nice viewing platform. From there, we could see the four large characters on the opposite mountain: Kangding Love Song. We were still walking in the tender embrace of the land of love songs, and we had never left. 
After a short rest in the woods, Dafang changed his mind and decided not to continue his journey. He decided to stay in Xinduqiao Town and spend another day in Kangding, Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture.
We arrived in Xinduqiao at 3:00 PM and told the hotel owner that we wanted to visit the temple on the opposite mountain first before returning to check in. The owner gave us instructions on how to get there, noting that it might rain and asking us to bring an umbrella. 
This is a newly built temple, still under renovation. Deserted, this divine palace, though silent, stands like the most devout believer, perched atop the mountain, before the gods.
As expected, it began to rain, with sparse, heavy raindrops pounding down. We took shelter beside the prayer wheels. There were many yaks on the way to the Buddhist college. One yak kept making "hmm-hmm" sounds, as if declaring its sovereignty. Dafang was walking in front, and about ten meters behind it was a yak with curved horns, walking slowly. I was walking parallel to the yak, less than five meters away. Because of the high altitude, we were all walking very slowly. Suddenly, the yak started running. I was frightened and shouted to Dafang, "Get out of the way!" Dafang quickly turned around, but before he could react, the yak stopped running. When the yak started running again, Dafang was ready. If the yak got angry, there would be nowhere to hide, and it could throw itself into the diversion ditch beside the road at any time. The yak, with its agile body, ran through the metal fence and went home. It turned out to be a false alarm. The Gaoer Temple's Esoteric and Exoteric Buddhist Scriptures Institute was off-limits. We went to spin the giant prayer wheel, nearly ten meters tall. Its golden body gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, and we used all our might to get it spinning. 
The road back to the hotel was filled with yaks. They were very conscientious when crossing the road, waiting by the roadside until they saw that there were fewer cars on the road, then jumping off the curb and galloping past.
For dinner, we found a Sichuan restaurant; the stir-fried meat with wild mushrooms was excellent. 
Changed itinerary: Ya'an to Xinduqiao, 208 kilometers, stay in a B&B, breakfast: butter tea, boiled eggs, rice porridge, peanuts, and pickled cowpeas—very simple.
Day 3: Xinduqiao to Litang (City in the Sky) to Daocheng, 343 kilometers (Sunday, July 25, 2021).
National Highway 318. Departed at 8:50 AM and encountered traffic.
National Highway 318 is now in excellent condition. From the observation deck at 2952, you can see the now-unused old Highway 318, with a breathtaking view of the green mountains and white clouds in the distance. Bajiaolou Village, located at 2975 meters above sea level, is a self-drive campground. At a relatively low altitude of 2880 meters, it's a great place for camping. I carefully passed a car accident scene on a winding mountain road. The 4100-meter altitude had inflated the bags of my individually wrapped biscuits, my backup food, to the point of bursting. I admire the hikers at 4300 meters! 
Yaks roam the sacred Nima Gong Mountain, at an altitude of 4,688 meters.
At 1:30 p.m., at Kola Township, at an altitude of 4,120 meters, we had lunch: a bowl of beef noodles with pickled mustard greens. Remember to take your trash out afterward.
What to do in the Sky City? The answers are on a roadside stone tablet:
Listen to Tibetan opera and Sanskrit chants
Recite the poem Tsangyang Gyatso
Soak in volcanic hot springs
Pilgrimage to Mount Genyen
Pilgrimage to Changqing Temple
And there's something even more exciting: the annual Litang Horse Racing Festival is about to begin. 
This is the hometown of fine horses and a paradise for horse racing, located 4,000 meters above sea level. From here, you'll leave the must-drive National Highway 318.
The hometown of Chinese horse racing culture, the 2021 Litang Jockey Club, opens on the 27th, with rehearsals taking place today. 
Thousands of tents have been set up at the racecourse. We first went into one to experience it. Brand-new carpets circled the tents, and low tables were filled with fruits, nuts, and other snacks. Outside, there's usually a pergola where people can drink tea and chat during the day, or where children can play. Usually, a smaller tent is set up next to these two tents, serving as a kitchen. The entire family will gather here for about seven days. 
Everyone was dressed in their traditional attire, indicating that rehearsals were about to begin. We also went to the main venue. 
This horse, a multi-award-winning rider and the pride of its rider, is about six years old. 
We arrived at Erlang Temple, 4168 meters above sea level, next to the sacred Zhaga Mountain. We did not stop.
We passed Tu'er Mountain, Haizi Mountain, and Xique Lake, which were all beautiful. 
The sacred pagoda forest came into view, and today's destination, Daocheng, was within sight.
We stayed overnight at the Lan Ou Hotel so we could sleep in naturally tomorrow.
D4 Daocheng County ~ Yading Scenic Area, 80 km (Monday, July 26, 2021)
Passing by Gongga Langjiling Temple, we went in to pay our respects. 
After entering the Yading Scenic Area, we didn't see the sign clearly, so we drove down and asked the owner of the B&B before returning to the scenic area. Shrouded in mist, Mount Xiannairi looks mysterious and beautiful. From the Chonggu Meadow, a natural bonsai landscape, you can overlook Mount Xiannairi, a mysterious and beautiful sight. The meadow boasts clear water and lush green grass. Not many tourists lingered here, so we wanted to stay an extra day in the scenic area, so we took a leisurely stroll. We then took a short trip to visit Zhuoma Latso on Xiannairi and pay homage to the deities at Chonggu Temple. Here, people and animals seem to coexist harmoniously. Needless to say, the monkeys were incredibly lively. Passersby kept throwing food to them, and the mother monkey, carrying her baby on her back, was the most active, following them everywhere and eating endlessly. A tit accompanied us all the way up the mountain, but we surprisingly didn't bring any food. While there's plenty of food for it in the mountains, it felt a bit sorry that we couldn't offer it a "Western meal" because it was so commonplace. 
Squirrels were scurrying along the walkway, requiring exceptional vision to spot their nimble little figures. A few steps further, I spotted a group of people feeding them. Adults and children alike were rummaging through their pockets, searching for bread, cake, biscuits, and corn. Someone suggested breaking up the food for the squirrels, and everyone hurriedly began to crush it. A little boy called out, "Hello!" and the squirrel seemed to understand, beginning to select the food from the people's hands. Although I had no food for it to choose from, I was delighted to observe its shrewd, nimble manner of eating so closely. 
On the wooden railing beneath the tree where the squirrel was feeding, a titmouse quietly enjoyed its afternoon tea. Its square cake had been pecked down to less than half. Its alert eyes surveyed its surroundings, its yellow-green wings discreetly hidden beneath its brown feathers. "Don't stare at me so eagerly. I won't ruin your afternoon tea; I just want to be a recorder." 
On the way down the mountain, we encountered several more titmouse birds, dining by the mountain path. We didn't want to disturb their precious afternoon tea time. As we neared the foot of the mountain, a tit hopped around me. With my hands empty, I squatted down and picked up a few pebbles from the ground, placing them in my palms. The little creature took the bait and, letting down its guard, came over to peck at the food. I then took off my red bracelet and offered it to it. It wasn't interested and turned away. It turns out it's just as big a foodie as I am. Forgive me. Next time I come here, I'll definitely bring you some food. 
We spent the night in Yading Village within the scenic area, at an altitude of 4,000 meters. It was a cold, rainy day, so we both tucked into bed and rested early to gather our strength for a longer trip tomorrow, to Luolong Cow Farm and the Milk Lake and the Five-Colored Lake.
D5 Aden Scenic Area (Tuesday, July 27, 2021)
Listened to the rain all night. 
The morning in Yading Village is beautiful. Looking out the window at the mountains, I see clouds and mist swirling around them, inseparable from the mountains. Smoke curls from the small villages, the white smoke stubbornly rising upwards, trying to climb above the drifting clouds and get closer to the mountains. The guesthouses are still asleep, but the kitchen is already preparing today's breakfast. It's simple: fried dough sticks, pancakes, white porridge, pickled mustard greens, and a boiled egg. A handful of tourists were already walking up the slope of the village. I saw a windmill spinning in the village's sloped water trough, powered by the current, seemingly never stopping. Upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't a windmill, but a prayer wheel, tirelessly spinning from the moment it stood there, never stopping. I boarded a bus and traveled about seven kilometers, a little over fifty minutes, to Zhaguanbeng. Here, I bought round-trip tickets to Luolong Ranch for 80 yuan per person. From Luolong Ranch to Milk Lake and Five-Colored Lake, it was another five kilometers. Due to the high altitude, the round trip takes four to five hours for the average person, and visitors are not allowed to enter after midnight. 
The meadows at Luorong Ranch appear even larger, while the sacred mountain Yangmaiyong (Manjusri Bodhisattva) is shrouded in mist, its mysterious peak refusing to be revealed. 
Those less physically fit can take a private horseback ride about three kilometers from Luorong Ranch if they wish to visit both the Milk Lake and the Five-Colored Lake. If you wish to visit both, there are signs at the cabin indicating Milk Lake (1 km) and Five-Colored Lake (740 meters). Choosing to visit Milk Lake first will save you energy. The blue of the Milk Lake, like the purest sky, captivates the eye from the moment you see it. This approximately 0.5-hectare lake, nestled in the heart of the sacred mountain's col, resembles a sapphire gift from heaven to the sacred mountain of Angmaiyong. Its emerald green is surrounded by a mysterious white hue, as smooth and delicate as milk, hence its name. Besides winter, spring, autumn, and summer are all ideal seasons for visiting. The ascent to an altitude of over 4,600 meters is a formidable undertaking. Many, suffering from altitude sickness, struggled with each step, constantly using small handheld oxygen tanks to replenish their oxygen. Tourists, both acquaintances and strangers, encouraged each other along the way. Upon seeing the tranquil beauty of the Milk Lake, everyone was overcome with joy, their previous hardships forgotten. Visitors build Mani piles in the stream beside the Milk Lake, or pick up white stones on the roadside and place their names on them, hoping that they can continue to accompany the mountains and lakes in the days after they are gone. People stroll in the Milk Lake, walking clockwise like their Tibetan compatriots. That is the most beautiful blessing people give to the mountains and lakes! 
The Five-Colored Sea is as deep as the ocean. Just quietly waiting by its side can dispel a thousand years of melancholy. 
Here, surprisingly, I saw a large wild animal, resembling an antelope, standing gracefully beside the road where people were resting. A beautiful woman approached it closely. Both the person and the animal were timid, no more than a meter apart, and they were able to interact peacefully. When the woman tried to get closer, the animal, who knew whether it was a deer or a sheep, was called away by its companions. It turned out that it wasn't just one person displaying its grace, but a group! They swiftly leaped up another hill, bleating like sheep, and disappeared over the other side.
I had deliberately studied the pictures of the local wildlife while riding the bus. Those animals we just saw might be gorals, not blue sheep. Who knows?
My classmate Dafang said, don't dwell on it. At this point, you should be thankful you didn't encounter any wolves along the way! There are indeed many different kinds of animals here, and I'm glad I encountered them; each one is so gentle and refined. 
The air in the mountains is changeable. We arrived at Zhaguanbeng at 3:30 to a clear sky, but it rained heavily on the way down.
The driver said that such heavy rain is good for the growth of matsutake mushrooms. 
It's the perfect season for enjoying matsutake mushrooms. 
After leaving the scenic area, we found a matsutake chicken soup restaurant and finished an entire pot of it with the two of us. Day 6: Yading Scenic Area - Yading to Shangri-La, approximately 300 kilometers, passing through Xiangcheng (Wednesday, July 28, 2021) Last night, we stayed outside the Yading Scenic Area at an altitude of 2,900 meters. Many people were exhausted after descending from the Milk Lake, but perhaps the matsutake and chicken soup from yesterday had its effect; we felt recharged. A lightly rainy morning, shrouded in mist, and the rapeseed flowers were in full bloom. We were leaving Yading today. We occasionally saw minor landslides along the way, but with no cars coming from the opposite direction, Dafang felt uneasy again.
Passing by Zagu Monastery
Cows were crossing the road, some with wooden pitchforks in their mouths. What was their intention? 
There was no rain, so the road ahead should be good.
At an altitude of 4150 meters, the temperature was only 10 degrees Celsius. Gradually climbing to an altitude of 4580 meters, the Tibetan blue sky appeared before our eyes. 
We passed Rizhao Sacred Mountain, 4,680 meters above sea level.
We arrived at Dalanggu Ranch, 4,400 meters above sea level, with a temperature around 8 degrees Celsius. There were a few yaks on the roadside. Dafang said, "Look! They're nodding at me!"
There was no internet access along the way.
The white Tibetan house at Rendui Zhong. 
The eight kilometers of road leading up to the Shangri-La Dongwang Tunnel were dotted with minor rockfall. I'd thought the road would be smooth once I passed the tunnel, but unexpectedly, the muddy and puddled terrain was still thick with fallen rocks. And they were quite large. 
At 1 p.m., we had lunch on the bridge where the Dingqu and Jinsha rivers meet.
It's still 94 kilometers to Shangri-La City. Be extremely careful on the road, as there are rockfalls.
This road is only a little over 300 kilometers and takes about seven hours. For safety reasons, traveling at night is not recommended.
Two trucks were traveling too fast on the Jimatang Bridge and each crashed into the bridge pier, resulting in casualties. We've been dealing with the situation for two or three hours and are still waiting.
We are currently 58 kilometers from our destination.
The road is clear at 4:15.
Napahai is beautiful, and we are getting closer to Shangri-La. 
Whether they are a family of three or not, let them go first.
In the beautiful city of Shangri-La, nestled in the embrace of the plateau, the sun and moon in my heart, here we are. 
It was a tiring day. It rained in the evening. The temperature was around 13 degrees Celsius, a bit chilly, so I rested.
D7 Yading Scenic Area to Lugu Lake in Shangri-La (Thursday, July 29, 2021)
Shangri-La (Shangri-La City, Diqing Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Yunnan Province, 3300 meters above sea level) to Lugu Lake, 369 kilometers, about six and a half hours.
Moderate rain, so we didn't have to drive through the rockfall area today, driving 152 kilometers on Highway G0613.
Exiting Dukezong Ancient Town and heading onto Yingbin Avenue, Shangri-La's landmark buildings, the Great White Pagoda and the Harmony Pagoda, came into view. 
(The Shangri-La White Pagoda is constructed according to the Tibetan Buddhist pagoda-within-a-pagoda style. Four niches enshrine statues of Guanyin, Manjushri, Padmasambhava, and Tsongkhapa. All religious rituals were jointly agreed upon by senior monks from the four major Tibetan Buddhist sects (five major monasteries) in the region and subsequently approved by Songzanlin Monastery's Living Buddha, Bengzhu Lurong Yundan, before implementation. The outer pagoda stands 108 meters tall, with a 70-cubic-meter base and an inner tower 33 meters high. It is the tallest and largest white Buddhist pagoda in the world.) We crossed the Jinsha River Bridge over Tiger Leaping Gorge at 10:25. We passed through Lijiang Old Town at noon, and Dafang remembered Yunxueli Restaurant, which had been recommended last month. The fish was excellent. To satisfy my foodie craving, we headed to Lijiang Old Town. Yunxueli Restaurant had a nice ambiance, and the service was excellent. The must-try dishes were the snow mountain fish and tofu, which were truly delicious.
We ordered a slightly spicy dish, which was quite spicy even for those who don't like spicy food, but it was super satisfying.
The tableware was also very attractive. The fish head chopsticks were different colors, so everyone at the table couldn't get the wrong one.
The pickled radish appetizer was also good. 
Leaving Lijiang Old Town, we travel another 200 kilometers to our destination, Lugu Lake.
Tonight, we'll stay at the Xujiu B&B on the Lige Peninsula. 
Their rooms don't have house numbers; each one has a name.
We are just passing dragonflies. My neighbors are on the other side of the water and have exclusive memories. Some call it "Warm Home." That alone is enough to make me love it.
Forget the fruit provided by the hotel; one bite and the sweet juice overflows. 
The pedestrian path at Rig Square winds around small lakes, where water plants and lotus leaves float, making a stroll there a pleasant experience. 
Tourists posed for photos on small boats moored on Lugu Lake, creating a scene of harmony between water and nature, where everyone became the protagonist of their own story.
We ordered Mosuo fried rice and barbecue at a nearby restaurant, and Dafang specifically ordered the cabbage and tofu soup, which was perfect. 
That evening, Dafang and I, each with a bottle of Fenghuaxueyue, sat on the terrace, munching on dried yellow croaker shared by the hotel owner and listening to the rain pattering against the bamboo fence.
D8 Wandering in Lugu Lake Scenic Area (Friday, July 30, 2021)
In the morning, I went for a run around the square, then came back for breakfast and reminisced about the delicious and exquisite breakfast at home.
It was my first time here, and everything felt incredibly new. Dafang was revisiting Nalu Bay, and he could smell the familiar aromas everywhere. Nalu Bay is surrounded by the lake on three sides, and almost all the hotels offer lake views. The wooden floors and stairs are a tad bit overpriced, but because the rooms are older and the distances between them are small, they are not worth the price. A lake view room for 200 yuan is a steal, isn't it? It feels a bit like the houses in the alleys of old Shanghai. Open the window facing the lake and you can watch the water ripple gently, watching the sunflowers bloom on the water. Open the window on the other side, and you might just catch a glimpse of the girl in the window across from you, giving you an awkward smile as you look at your sleepy face. It's said that these houses will be demolished soon.
Climbing up the mountain, the view of Nalu Bay and the Rig Peninsula is breathtakingly beautiful. 
In the afternoon, I found a shady spot by the lake, watching the mountains change color, the clouds roll in, ducks floating on the water, and chickens fighting. There was a water snake by the water, occasionally poking its head out of the water. The red-headed duck wasn't afraid. It defeated the chicken that tried to bully it, and duck-stepped into the water, only two or three meters away from the snake. I was shocked, thinking a snake-duck fight might break out. I stared at them intently, but they seemed to be at peace, and my anxiety for the red-headed duck was at ease. 
We went to the Xiaoluoshui Great Compassion Conch Sutra Hall and the Yang Erche Namu Museum. The Yang Erche Namu Museum is under renovation and closed.
Leaving Yunnan and entering Sichuan, there were pipeline repairs all the way. Arriving at Lover's Beach, there was no sign of construction.
Today I stayed at the first sight of Lover's Beach. It's only 4 o'clock and it's raining outside, so I took a break.
The hotel owner said the yard is small, so I can park my car outside. I won't have to ask someone to move my car when I leave tomorrow, which is very convenient.
If the police don't ticket me, it would be a good idea to park my car at Lover's Beach overnight.
An hour later, the rain stopped, and Dafang and I strolled along Lover's Beach, preparing to go to dinner. 
When Dafang was leaving the hotel, he saw several cars from Chengdu parked in the yard, and his heart began to beat fast. After walking around, he came back and saw three police cars parked in front of the hotel. The policemen who got out of the cars were holding a large roll of seals.
Dafang was hoping for a lucky break and ran up to the police and asked if they wanted to put a seal on the cars on the road. He would immediately move the cars away.
The policeman said that there was a person in the hotel with a yellow code, so you should stay away as much as possible.
You can't stay away, our belongings are all in the room, including my phone and toiletries.
People with yellow codes need to take a nucleic acid test. If the test result is negative, everything is fine. Currently, all guests staying in the hotel must return to their rooms and wait for the results. They are not allowed to leave during this period. Dafang said we couldn't go back to our room. We had no prior contact with this person, who was a security officer, and now he was in the room next to ours. Going back would be like entering a dangerous area. Besides, we had to leave early the next morning and head home. The hotel owner was very generous. After negotiating with the police, she agreed to let us stay at her other hotel. Although it didn't have lake views, it was a nice place in the ancient village, surrounded by green tents and with fresh air. 
Our new room also had a loft with a large single bed, where the teddy bear couple sat. There were two windows in the roof, and you could open them through the glass skylight to count the stars. That night, we stayed downstairs, while the teddy bear couple stayed upstairs.
Classmate Dafang said they didn't plan to let you stay in the skylight room. It's cloudy tonight, and you won't be able to see any stars even if you open the skylight.
I said, Mr. Science and Engineering Man, this is the Starry Sky Room, okay? Even if you can't see the stars, these star babies are still in the arms of their mother, the starry sky, and they'll give you a surprise out of the blue. Today they want to play a prank and give you a scare, so just be patient! 
Eating Northeastern dumplings with fried rice, and digging out a bottle of Fenghuaxueyue from the car, it was a night when I couldn't go out, and the sky was kind enough to rain again.
Watching the Olympics in the Starry Sky Room, forgetting the anxiety of the night, and having a sweet dream!
D9-D10 Return Trip (July 31-August 1, 2021, Saturday-Sunday)
Lugu Lake-Ya'an-Xi'an, 1,400 kilometers, 19 hours.
In the morning, I was once again awakened by the chirping of sparrows and the tireless crowing of roosters outside the window. It felt like the sparrows were gathering on the terrace. I crumbled up some biscuits and scattered them on the terrace, then returned to the room to wait for them to come. They seemed more willing to sing in the green gauze tent.
Dafang said, "Let's go outside and breathe some fresh air." 
The green gauze tents on the roadside are green and green, and the corn cobs on them are very thick and ready to be harvested soon. The apples on the trees are still hanging with raindrops, and their rosy little faces are lovable. Someone has planted a field of potatoes. The flowers are blooming, and white and purple ones stand steeply on the branches. 
When I saw a pair of sisters, I didn’t dare to go over and get close. I haven’t heard from my code friend yet, so I didn’t want to cause trouble to anyone. 
Have a try at the dance square of the ancient village and dance with the male partner on the screen. The dance of beautiful moments~Jiazao dance is a traditional dance of the Mosuo people.
Finally, the most touching words of the day came from a coder downstairs in Chengdu: Xi'an Lao Fang, liberated!
Going home, we have to drive more than 200 kilometers on a narrow two-way two-lane road. There are also small and huge falling rocks, single or in piles, lying on the road inexplicably. 
I still like this kind of dangerous road near the mountains, which is a bit like one man being in charge and no one can stop it. 
Or the distant mountains like this, look like the time has passed quietly and leisurely. 
Entering Yanyuan County, apples are sold all the way. The plateau apples at an altitude of 2480 meters taste very good. It turns out that Yanyuan is a eugenic zone recognized by the world for seven ecological indicators, which is in line with apples. No wonder.
I also had lunch here. 
On the road, I saw a pillar several times longer than the car body stretching into the sky while transporting such a behemoth. I thought of ants. It is said that they can lift heavy objects many times larger than themselves. I don’t know how I got through the tunnel.
After seven hours of walking 230 kilometers, I finally got on the highway at Xichang South at 4:20. I plan to stop in Ya'an tonight. There are still 298 kilometers left and an altitude of 1,500. 
Arrived in Ya'an at nine o'clock. The toll for crossing the bridge is about 200 yuan. Scan the code at the high-speed exit to pass.
A bed can relieve the fatigue of the journey.
It is a new day and a new month. Today I will drive 860 kilometers on the highway.
The morning in Ya'an was very cool. We set off before eight o'clock and headed eastward. The sun was shining brightly and my eyes were tired. 
There were many stops and starts along the way, but I couldn’t compare to the delicacy of Yanba Yuzhuangzi’s ginger fish. I made a special trip to Hanzhong at three o’clock in the afternoon to have my first meal of fish at four o’clock in the afternoon. I got home at nine-thirty in the evening. 
The whole journey was 3,650 kilometers. Dafang said that he hardly drove for three days and it was not a hard trip!
Have a safe journey!
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