? Passing through the short Sang Ping Tunnel, we soon arrived at the brand-new Wenchuan County, where the icy Zagunao River from Zhegu Mountain in Lixian County meets the Minjiang River from dagu glacier, Maoxian County, where the snow has melted for thousands of years. Two rivers, two different colors, one comes from Zhegu Mountain and fertile black soil in Lixian County, one comes from glacier lava in dagu glacier, and the other comes from white mud in Maoxian County. After walking for a long time, the two colors are still distinct and clearly distinguishable.
? Standing on the rebuilt Red Army Bridge, instead of bamboo and chains, I looked up and saw two golden street lamps, like golden beads at night, disappearing into the high clouds on the ridge. The roaring dragon under the bridge came here with two brown and white rivers, blinked at the traffic lights, merged with the rivers into a huge iron flow, and rushed to the great plain outside the mountain with the rolling Minjiang River to find the future of the horizon.
? There was a faint whistle from time to time in the large modern indoor gymnasium with blue light flashing on the left, and I saw the shadow of basketball dancing. Knowing that there is training in dance, Tai Chi, martial arts, chess and even musical instruments, it is a place that often attracts people to stop and watch. I often go to a string of Hechi in the spacious square to see my shy lotus flowers as white as jade. Hanging out with my mother, sister and brother-in-law by the lotus osmanthus ginkgo pool. The hotel next to the square was actually another hotel many years ago. We often come here. This is a beautiful hotel. Opposite and near the highway are four major teams and government affairs centers, and on the other side of the river are political and legal organs. The city further inside is Laozweizhong, which has just moved out of downtown and made many children's parents yearn for it, but now it is renamed Wenchuan Middle School.
? Looking at the large waterwheel on the pedestrian street, I stopped and stopped, stretched out my long mouth, took a sip of clear water in the bubbling bucket, and landed in my stomach to bring a little coolness. Colorful fish, large and small, swam around in the pond beside the pedestrian street, as if recognizing all the bustling tourists. Street lamps and neon lights on both sides of the river are shining brightly, and people drinking tea and enjoying the cool are chatting leisurely on the sidewalk by the river and on the long chairs in front of the teahouse. Groups of fashionable tourists are walking on the pedestrian street with their old and young. Jiang Weicheng, mottled on his back, witnessed the ancient and distant new city.
? On the right, several towering buildings are flashing colorful lights. The urban area starts from here and extends to the front. At the traffic lights, the turbulent flow of people is once again divided into two parts, one is the noisy food street and Binhe Avenue, and the other is the night market and another leisure pedestrian street. This pedestrian street is integrated with the Qiang museum and library in Wenchuan. This is a very good place to go. Free museums are often crowded with people, showing the long history of the Qiang people and the butterfly changes in Wenchuan earthquake and reconstruction. The red library next to it, as big as a museum, is another beautiful paradise. The spacious library collects many rare books and documents that cannot be found in local and mainland libraries. This is a rare paradise for scholars. The county has been along the mighty Minjiang River to the east, passing through the county hospital, Phase I and Phase II, crossing the majestic Suiwei Bridge and reaching Qipaigou. The giant King Dayu, wearing a hat, hemp fiber and a spade, stood at the eastern end of Wenchuan County, meeting all the traffic with the Minjiang River, overlooking the mighty river and the iron flow flowing eastward.