Two and a half years ago, I arrived at Danba in the pilgrimage mentality to Danba in the Beauty Valley. Ganzi Danba Tibetan area is less than 300 kilometers away from Chengdu. It is a roller coaster to take a long-distance bus. It is seven hours to stay. Most of the comrades in arms turn over the river as soon as they land. It is very uncomfortable. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, it is located in the county seat of the canyon area, but the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and you can see the Jiarong Bridge leaning on the rolling Dadu River like a jade belt that rises from the north to the south, and the interconnection is alive. The late autumn river breeze with the original taste of the river and the dust of the hills, fluttered to the face, with only half-covered hands, and walked, welcoming our few Jiarong golden flowers, tall, bronze cheeks, a pair of Wangquan, a white Hada hands shoulder, three cups of barley wine warmed down, In an instant the demons became the eagles of the mountains and the Hummers of the Mercedes. In the evening, the stars are a little bit, the night sky is full, and the end of the galaxy is visible. The Tibetan songs of the high-pitched ethereal spirit are four, and a man of nearly fifty Kangba has coordinated and jumped up the pot village. He is surrounded by Jiarong costumes, men and women, young and old, and the rules are surrounded by a large circle, left hand and left foot, kicking and following up. Four layers of firewood piled up in the middle of the large circle, under the cypress ignited, the cypress pine fragrance, the firewood sparks drifting with the wind and the fireflies chasing each other. Slowly the crowd dispersed, a few comrades sang old songs, and played the dream of life.