Does Bashan pass through Dazhu River?

Hujiatuo in the upper reaches of the ancient town of Dazhu River is compatible with mountains and rivers. It looks like a vivid picture of Mo Danqing. Dazhu River gathers in the deep mountains of Bashan. For thousands of years, it has flowed quietly from east to west, and it is named after the abundance of bamboo on both sides. Now people call it going against the river according to its flow direction, first entering the Han River in the north, then joining the Yangtze River in Wuhan, Hubei Province in the south, and then flowing to the East China Sea. She hides in the deep mountains, but she is never polluted, just like a daughter. The mountains along the coast are stacked, the green cages are green and endless, and the scenery is beautiful. This is a place where people who enjoy music and water relax and are fascinated. There are many beautiful legends here, as evidenced by poems: "A lotus on the Dazhu River, a gourd falls in front of the well;" The stone man went down to the river to look in the mirror, and the two dragons grabbed the flaming mountain. "

Time does not allow us to visit the scenic spots mentioned in the poem one by one. Under the guidance of the hotel owner's car, we went up the river, crossed a bridge, crossed the Erdaohe Canyon under the Flame Mountain, and entered a place called Baiguo Township. In front of us is a two-square-meter dam at the foot of the misty mountain, an idyllic building, in which two rivers flow, unknown wild flowers are quietly opening by the river, and wild cranes are dancing. There are dead birds working in Tianjiao, and people in the town are taking care of their own business very leisurely, and they are also very kind to people, unlike hawkers in other scenic spots, who are forced to sell. The scene is like the Peach Blossom Garden written by Mr. Tao Yuanming, which makes people envy and linger. One kilometer up from the town, you can vaguely hear the sound of water rushing down from Changdong Reservoir, which is brightly pasted like the emerald left by the gods. The mountains on both sides are like knives, and the suspension bridge is natural. Everyone looks at everything here with warm eyes, but they feel little. The painters who came with them spread out the ink and selflessly daubed it on the drawing board. I swam excitedly between mountains and rivers, and gradually pressed the shutter, so that mountains, water and people would be frozen forever.