This attraction introduction is compiled from historical materials in the "Zhangjiajie Tour Guide Network" (33519.com · Scenic Spots section). Ticket prices, opening hours, transportation, and contact information mentioned in the text may be outdated. Please refer to the latest official announcements from the scenic area before traveling; some content consists of historical background/cultural introductions and is for reference only.
Shuangfengpu is located by the Qingwei River south of Liuyang City. The river flows from south to north, vast and mighty, with a stretch of clear water shimmering and gently emptying into the Liuyang River. According to historical records, in ancient times, two large maple trees stood on either bank, tall and lush. Between the two maples, a carved stone bridge spanned the Wei River, "a small bridge over flowing water with households, adding much poetic charm." There was also a fascinating legend: on summer nights, the south wind blew gently at Shuangfengpu, golden carp swam in schools, biting each other's tails and swimming upstream. At that time, fishing boats drifted with lights dotted about, fishing in the evening, and woodcutters carrying firewood, bustling and returning by moonlight, creating a picture of "Maple Pu Fishing and Woodcutting." The beautiful scenery of Shuangfengpu is described in Du Fu's poem "Shuangfengpu · Five-Character Regulated Verse": "Stopping the oar at Green Maple Pu, the twin maples have long been destroyed. I cool my declining strength, not mentioning the timber for pillars. Waves are enough to float a gauze cap, bark must be cut for a brocade platform. The riverside land has an owner, temporarily borrowing to return to heaven." This poem depicts this scenic spot.
Shuangfengpu is famous also for the purity of its water. Tofu made with the water here is especially fresh and delicious. Thus, the tofu of Nanshi Street is renowned far and wide. On both banks, citrus trees turn red among the green in late autumn; at the river's outlet, bamboo rafts and wooden floats drift downstream; motorboats and wooden boats race with a thousand sails. If Du Fu were alive today and revisited Shuangfengpu, he would surely leave new beautiful lines for people to recite.
