The most exciting trip

Zhangjiajie → Tianmen Mountain → Phoenix Ancient City

Traveling in Xiangxi, China is like a cup of strong tea, the first bite is the bitter in the morning mist of Zhangjiajie, the second taste is the heartbeat on the Tianmen Mountain ropeway, and the end is turned into the sweet of the Fenghuang Tuojiang River. When the silver ornaments of the Miao grandma jingle, only to realize that the landscape has already turned the time into the mellow of Bao Gu burn.

Start painting in the morning

The morning fog in Zhangjiajie is dipped in light ink. Less than seven o 'clock, forest park monkey has squatted on the side of the mountain to beg for food, plastic bags rustle earlier than the human language to disturb the valley. Take the dragon ladder straight up to the Yuan Jiajie, the iron cage rumbling pierced the clouds, a look up, stone peaks like a sword thrust into the sky - it is the prototype of the suspended mountain in "Avatar". The mountain workers wearing red jackets carrying mineral water boxes, the sound of carrying poles creaking and the sound of tourists gasping one after another, is more vivid than the "Qiankun column" and "the first bridge under the heaven" in the guide horn.

At noon, I stopped at Huangshi Village and asked for a bowl of hot and sour powder. The owner's chopping board made the wooden table tremble, and the oil spilled onto the old man's hiking pole at the next table. "The spicy taste is more exciting than the glass walkway on Tianmen Mountain," he laughed.

Deficiency in the afternoon

The bus to Tianmen Mountain circled along the ninety-nine bends, the Windows brushing the cliffs and hanging over the clouds. In the ropeway car, the young couple from Shanghai clenched each other's hands, and the squeak of the cable mixed with the girl's light call: "Look! Tianmen Cave is like being split open by gods!" On the glass walkway, the old woman wearing a floral dress is moving against the rock wall, the embroidered cloth shoes are clasped to the ground, and the mouth urges her wife: "Quickly take a picture of me hanging!"

The old man selling kudzu sugar on the side of the mountain understands the business best: "Eat a piece of sugar to calm the panic, sweet can calm the mountain god."

Dye the Tuojiang River at dusk

The bus to Phoenix is rickety and the aisles are filled with wild kiwi fruit picked by tourists. When the baby cries in the back, the driver turns on the radio, and Miao songs float and sink in the carriage mixed with the smell of diesel oil. Four hours later, SLATE Pavement woke up from his doze -- here he is.

The lantern of the stilted house is just bright, and the Tuojiang River has been immersed in rouge color. Rent a black tarpaulin boat, boatwoman penny a little, the ripples will be the reflection of the bridge crumbled. The sound of guitar came from the bar on the shore, resonating with the bronze bells of the ancestral hall in the distance, alarming the water birds passing over the head of the grandma who sold lotus lanterns.

Staying in the "Ancient City Story" inn, the wooden window supports the half, the rain falls unexpectedly. The owner's wife brought ginger tea: "This rain is the Miao girl's silver hair hair cut down, washing the SLATE road."

Three taste time

In Zhangjiajie chew wax pig trotters, you are covered with hands; Tianmen peak of the baked glutinous rice cake hot mouth, glutinous rice mixed with pine smoke; Phoenix night market holds a bowl of duck blood crispy rice, spicy straight into rice wine. I remember the taste better than the description of the attractions on the ticket.

On the day of return, the picker's pole was still swaying on his shoulder, and the boatwoman's pole was still stirring the Tuojiang moon. The mountains and rivers of western Hunan are clearly alive - the peak forest of Zhangjiajie will climb the clouds and mist, the trekking road of Tianmen Mountain loves to fool the human courage, and the river of Phoenix always secretly switches the position of lights and stars.