Driving through a small South Tianshui and desolation along the way began to rise. Winding attendant stretching endless mountains, the village began to gradually change the face of the roof from a roof into a flat-topped houses, and occasionally lush green orchards, there are large areas of bare land there. I have never been north, also did not see the land still exposed situation. It looked bleak bear.

The car has a little girl, with the cousin went to Lanzhou to visit relatives, it is well-behaved laugh facial features, along the way with me. Later rest, eat, drink I have to greet her. She told me quietly that she was three years old when my mother died, and she paid with my friends, to talk to me good. I heard sad heart, I am pleased to promise her; break up when I put any of the things she likes to leave her heart very safely.

Lanzhou paused to rest, my friends to go shopping, I stroll by herself in a circle, drinking tea in a small side house. Menya chatting up with my boss, she is not local residents, thin white, can also see I am not a native. Talk about hit it off, she was offered his own tea to me changing the water. I do not quite uneasy with this, and repay them, I am back to the hotel to take their tea to give her a souvenir, I told her that I had this local tea is China's latest cultural tea, taste and price of more than Biluochun. She was surprised, said: "never heard of!"

Lanzhou, the place seemed to all live together, but his face is not with the Mainland has the same atmosphere of culture and life are not like the mainland boring, full of vitality, a vivid and simple. With the gradual westward journey, the feeling more and more intense.

Night ride to Dunhuang, Dunhuang came to know a big sister. Dunhuang native people, facial features face classes in which I saw copies of Dunhuang murals: mellow, Founder, Duan Yan, born of a solemn awe-inspiring class in God's temperament. In my mind have always believed that God seems to be dignified, with no dignity where is it compassion?

The Dunhuang Sister is Zilai Shu, it is easy to put me as a sister, tell me how to watch slaughtered, the local consumption level of law and order situation, how to bargain and so on. The overall impression is that, Dunhuang as a cultural and tourism attraction, law and order a good, stable prices, honest and kind people. She introduced me along the scenery, the ancient Loulan, Yang Guan, a mirage. The most exciting is an ancient legends and Loulan mirage. She said she was 10 years of work in the field, but only seen a return to ancient Loulan mirage, a woman between the crowd dancing at the same time hear the Loulan Ancient Music. Dang Tour in my heart I do not know that they are not destined to see that magical scenery.

Lili yellow sand this way, to the ancient Yang Guan, I looked out the window, blue sky and white clouds, endless expanse of yellow sand there are 12 black clouds, gray camel thorn, thin yellow hare flash by. Yangguansandie music ringing in the compartment, but there will not be a chess pavilion wall paintings of people, the story buried in the sand dust inside.

Xi Murong poem written on the desert, which has "only leaves withered Hongliu poplar \ Wan yellow sand" of the sentence, I have been a great injustice. But this time to see the green wild and fog, is true that only Hongliu between heaven and earth dotted with poplar, yellow sand in the sun very dazzling. Poplar is still sprout, buds shine. I have painted line drawings, always felt a sense of direction Xi Murong of line drawings too, heavily made enough Pumao to see here, poplar, before we know she was depicted in the painted inside their own dream home. Because water windy tall's sake, poplar note closed up tight, the wind has a natural inclination to a fixed direction. This is the real north of the poplars. In the far horizon you can see Qilian Shan mountain range stretching away forever, and a touch of gray blue submerged in the blue sky at the end, and occasionally you can see the summit snow for thousands of years passing. The feeling of the moment seems to be one of those snow-covered peak sleeping alone in a god, he saw me coming, cross the first inter-ear a while, immediately restored the dignity solemn look, I can almost feel the cold from their surveyed eyes.

Sometimes see the camel group, the cheers of his companions make a fuss, in hopes that the emergence of a sari tied the girl; but no, they are increasingly tired of passion together, lead to his older sister's ridicule of the Dunhuang. Met on the road not a small lake, blue bark, and almost to death the United States - the United States really need to compare only apparent. Continue to see the ruins, the desolate base station and therefore, somehow remembered Li Fang quipped, "post road opened Ewha everywhere, no one knew it was all vegetables confidence" of the sentences, laughing. Because our way, ah, does not go through those Trail monuments. Even if the pear in full bloom, but also does not meet the two.

Author: jazn