Walk into the legendary fairy pool
Shenxianchi is a Chinese translation of Nen Ensangcuo in Tibetan, which means the place where fairies bathe. It is located in Jiuzhaigou County, Sichuan Province. With the legend of the Tibetan Head Guide, I walked into the legendary fairy pool.
According to legend, a beautiful young hunting couple once lived here. One day, the hunting husband ate his wife's butter tea and set off early in the morning with a shotgun on his back.
Traditionally, a wife waits for her husband to come back at the crossroads he must pass. However, that day, from sunset to evening, came gradually uneasy. She knew that something might happen to her husband.
The next day, she waited for her husband to come back in the same place. In this way, year after year of waiting and expectation. Finally, she stood as a snowy mountain, and her tears dripped into countless lakes. In this way, I have been waiting in the mountains all the year round, and I have been waiting for a couple love classic.
Because this beautiful girl's persistence in love touched people around Shenxianchi, they stopped hunting in the mountains and obtaining resources from now on, so as not to destroy Feng Shui. Therefore, the fairy pool is more mysterious, the grass is more lush, the trees and water are more beautiful, more holy and exquisite, more attractive and more desirable.
I saw Tibetans grazing under the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, flocks of yaks and sheep; Not far away, the river is cheerful, the water is gentle and crystal clear. Tibetan buildings with different styles are surrounded by mountains and rivers, which have unique flavor. Before the prayer wheel, the Tibetans kept chanting and were very pious; On both sides of the road, people are in twos and threes. Looking at the players in camouflage uniforms, their eyes are friendly, surprised and mysterious. Along the way, exotic customs slowly unfolded.
Shenxianchi is the epitome of Jiuzhai and Huanglong landscape, with the beauty of small jasper. It was sunny in July, but I didn't reach the hinterland. The fragrant air came face to face and went straight into the heart and spleen.
After crossing the suspension bridge paved with wooden boards and swinging from side to side, I began to yearn for this thick heavy green, different shades of blue, layered fields, clear and refreshing water, and the wonders of carving jade.
The mountain path connected with the bridge head is covered with Chinese fir, and the cedars on both sides of the road are airtight. You are next to me, and I squeeze you, towering into the sky. When people enter it, they only feel dark. In the gap in the forest, the sun occasionally leaks in, reflecting each other with the rising mist, perfect. Through the cedar forest, layers of yellow terraces are reflected in front of you. The continuous flowing clear and transparent water overflowed the ridge and formed a dam in the accumulation of history. Its water is holy and flowing happily, just like my mood.
Along the crescent terraces. Next to the lake, the color changes from shallow to deep, and the blue is intoxicating and pleasing to the eye. When the wind blows in Shan Ye, there are countless small waves on the calm water. Previously, the huge jasper was broken into countless scattered pearls, which decorated the depths of the mountains beautifully in the sparkling water.
Due to the particularity of geological structure, bubbles appear from time to time under the water surface, forming a veil as thin as cicada wings and a hazy lake under the caress of the sun. Bend down and touch the holy water, and feel refreshed. Holding a handful of water is sweet and refreshing, with endless aftertaste. If the dam is a picture frame and the lake is a mirror, then rows of landscape paintings will dazzle you. After the next paragraph of "The Golden Wanderer", the picture of "Fairy Pool" in the middle is coming again.
Standing by the fairy pool, I suddenly feel that beautiful words and phrases can't give this feeling. Solidified nectar calcifies and forms in the pool water, and is transparent and bare in clean and dust-free water. The pool is littered with dead trees, graceful vines, elegant aquatic plants, and pine cones accumulated over the years, like countless exquisite tooth carvings and jade carvings in the crystal clear lake, scattered in the lake. Some calcifications are like eagles hitting the sky, and some are like dragons going out to sea, which are very dynamic and beautiful; Some are slim, solemn and quiet; Some are dotted with blue sky and dreamy mountains. In Xanadu, in the splendor, they are not to be outdone but tolerant of each other and bloom silently alone. Going up, the winding path gives the charm of "lotus reflecting color"
Looking around along the "lotus platform reflecting color", arrow bamboo is dense, full of hillside, higher than the head. Arrow bamboo is a fence, and the fence woven into a circle of jade tightly wraps the fairy pool. Spruce is the pole, the pen stands on the bamboo sea, and the fairy is not bathed. Rhododendron, Vitex negundo, sumac, maple, etc. Embellished among them, the wonderful pen sets off, rendering the original thick green. The whole lake is green. Bamboo sea, Lin Tao, path, white clouds, sunshine ... scattered on the lake, like printed on the water, more dazzling. The tadpoles in Haizi float on the water for a while and sink to the bottom of the sea for a while. They are finally free, enviable. Water-pouring dead wood has skillfully become their ideal habitat. Or turn around the tree three times, or stop for a nap, or chase each other and enjoy the leisurely beauty.
At this time, I am greedy for the scenery, afraid of ruining this holy beauty, and even more afraid of delaying the journey of finding a national treasure, so I have to say goodbye.
Along the way, I walked gently in the sea of bamboo under the guidance of a Tibetan guide. Or bend down to look at the relatively sparse place of arrow bamboo, or stay under the spruce tree and search carefully. At an altitude of about 3 100 meters, Dendrocalamus latiflorus began to sparse and gradually gave way to low shrubs. At an altitude of about 3200 meters, shrubs can't stand the test of mountains, and they are replaced by green natural grasslands. Sitting on the lawn and resting, it seems that there are white clouds floating overhead. When I came, Xianchi became an unimaginable style.
The fairy pool that makes me linger is so small in the vast forest, as small as a dustpan, just like a moist jasper embedded in the depths of the mountains. Crescent terraces also seem to overlap each other, and their yellow background has also been diluted by the green world. I think: Time has mystified Xianchi, and time has also beautified it. What she brings to mankind is not only a colorful dream with changing time and space.
Legend has it that the temple of love is beautiful, and the place where fairies bathe is sacred.