This is the destination of my long-distance strike from the Sichuan-Tibet line, Yanjing, the ancient village on the banks of the Li River. For thousands of years, no matter how the outside world changes, the people here have always followed only one ancient single business, drying salt. This section of the riverside produces brine. The villagers carry the brine from the deep well and pour it into the salt field. After the sun's exposure and the river breeze, it slowly condenses into white salt. This is the way of survival given by God. Today, there is still a unique ancient salt-making technique in the world. The salt of salt is called "the work of sunshine and wind". The small road under Yantian is rugged and narrow, and some places can't even stand the waist. If you don't pay attention, your head will slam on the front shelf and it will hurt. Under the rough salt field, it is covered with a thin white salt column, which is the result of years of infiltration of brine. With a light touch, the salt column slams and breaks. The ice is usually lying in your palm, and sticking out your tongue, it is pure salty. In March every year, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. At the peak of salt mining in Yanjing, the west bank is slightly slower, and the salt produced is light red, so it is also called peach salt what a romantic name! From the hard work, the most gorgeous flowers are coming out. A few old peach trees in the village are in full bloom, and the huge umbrella-shaped corolla covers almost the entire green area.