I found that I have grown old overnight.
This night was between the Gannan from the mountains and rivers adjacent to steppe to desert steppe Jiayuguan way to get through it.
Gannan Sangkecaoyuan in the beautiful, this is a picture of what kind of ah:
Background is blue sky, without a trace of variegated pure, like crystal; distant rolling mountains and patchwork, color differences; mountains floating in the clouds, was elegant breeze blown picture; near the mountains, gentle at grass Austin, it seems the same meadow carpet slowly climb all the way to greet guests; steep at like an unexpected screen will block the occasional raging wind and frost protection of living this side the Pure Land; in between the yellow-green mountains and grasslands, the sun under the pan - with vigor, though in the late autumn weather; streams flowing like the great silent cheerful Xiahe, tireless, one interpretation of the Pure Land of the style; unknown release a small lake the sky like the West Lake side of the clouds Huan yarn, but also the number of pairs of mandarin ducks wandering; a Biaohan horse grazing alone in the lake, seemingly walking, brown hair combed as if for satin skin as smooth as a clean and tidy; another vaguely heard singing like a Tibetan girl Teana , people inviolable sanctity of the streamer and so on ... ...
Intoxicated people of all makes you feel there is simply Xanadu, is a secular constraints allow you to take off the Pure Land, there is simply heaven. Here there will not be troubled history, Thanks for the Memories and reality, because here everything is exposed in nature, there is no earthly Corrected the mix, they will not let you what emotion the impermanence of things, what the history of changes, it will only let you feast for the eyes, will only make you feel beautiful. Where your heart is young, and each visitor's heart will be the young.
Train bound for Jiayuguan, a night of work and more than 1000 kilometers of the trip was impossible for anyone to abandon the excitement, darkness and fatigue also can not extinguish the flame of the excitement of the young. By the dim light outside the window looking at the distance of the Qilian mountains suffused with silver top and talk about the beauty of it is still the mountains for the nearby Gobi is the neglect unconvinced.
Really made me feel "changed the world" is that when you are in Jiayuguan. Days is still a blue, like crystal; floating clouds there is still showing the wind out of the picture; distance to still have some stretching of the Qilian mountain top. But I just feel wonderful moment. In the wonderful background appears in the field of vision is shrouded desert where a straw with mud and grass off rammed into a great city. While strongly under the sun highlights the Can-yellow, and seems to have been deeply Jiayuguan glittering grabbed me moods. The strong contrast of this city is no longer a beauty off, I can only think it is a closed city, is no degree of off spring the city is the west, who closed the city for no reason is to protect the west gate of the Central Plains for thousands of years. Then I walk in the castle, I found that, compared with yesterday, I changed my grassland old.
Sekijo displayed are stories, tears away from home, and pro-the story of Wong Zao, Jin Ge, cavalry, air swallowing thousands of miles, such as tiger story. Guan City, carrying too heavy of history, such a heavy sense of history will be accumulated in the steppe, I do not know real depression in the young mind to replace the "Neither the front nor the ancients, the latter not seen arrivals. Concept of heaven and earth has passed, sorry but Tixia alone. "(Chen Zi-ang) of the old state of the Cang Sang. Off a city street on a large yellow Lo surprised me at first (here would have such waterside Lucao), but bearing in mind the "out of gaps or plug cold, everywhere Huang Lu Cao" (Wang Changling's "Song of the Frontier") I was simply tired of the pursuit of why. Guan city is divided into a few heavy, barbican, Rochester, Inner City and so on. Tall walls had weathered out of war relics, Bump the surface trace of the past have been faceless enemy traces of bloody confrontation, only the sound of fluttering in the wind, the flag is also faintly convey a call for once. Distance even smoke, "Smoke in the desert straight," Does it mean that is growing and becoming more? Afghanistan's growing and becoming more true that, in Jiayuguan will be able to see? I can not think of. I can not think of. Off outside the city is a desert, so that the wind trimming thousands of extra smooth, Lex Yimapingchuan only see the horizon, near concept is Ge foot gravel little, depressed people feel folk song, "one of Jiayuguan, two tears in his eyes" indeed justified. Not far from alone as many as a kiosk, did not have the heart to go in fear of an unbearable weight.
Seems to be two different worlds, from the lush to the tune yellow, from nature to history, from youth to hoary, if you are from the mountains to the Jiayuguan Gannan boundless Gobi years will be realized. I might just burst thoughtful, impetuous a while, however, and I have had enough. Gannan is like heaven, I will then not; Gobi is not hell, I will then not be. Retention of this memory slowly to digest better. Tourism not that so?
Author: Alex_bao
