八月中旬,在阿坝高原的九环线上,我们沿着杂谷脑河谷一路上行。蓬勃的阳光,从锃蓝锃蓝的天上,从高高雪峰的顶端降临,降临在蓊郁的森林和冷气袭人的峡谷。一丛丛叫不出名字来的浓绿的、浅红的、淡紫的树木,在河谷两岸的空蒙山色中高高下下、隐隐约约地跳跃。亘古不变的,玻璃般透明的水声,伴随着幽深的河谷起起落落,仿佛当年马帮留下的悠远绵长的铃声。河谷水流湍急,两岸峰回路转皆是灰蒙蒙的 In mid-August, on the 9th Ring Road in Aba Plateau, we walked along the Zagunje Valley. The thundering sunshine, rising from the blue sky, rising from the top of a high snowy peak, falls in the gloomy forests and the air-conditioned canyons. A bunch of thick green, light red, lilac trees that could not be called out by name came up vaguely beneath the empty whites of the banks of the river valley. Eternal, glass-like transparent water sound, along with the deep valleys rise and fall, as if the caravan left long distant bell. River Valley rapid, cross-Strait turnaround are overcast