I rushed over early in the morning, there were not many people, the scenery was not bad, and I personally felt that it was a good scenic spot. All the buildings I could see here were all built of stone, and it felt a touch of neatness in the mess, like the work of a big artist, and it took a slow taste to know the subtleties of it. The roof of the tile cat is mysterious and sacred against the blue sky and white clouds, like a patron saint, and do his duty to bless the owner of the house. Out of the village, there are lovely Naxi aunts and uncles here singing and dancing to welcome us.