West out of Yumenguan, foot expanse of the Gobi desert, at the foot of the ancient Silk Road, an extension of civilization. The distance the sun seems a bit tilted, life boat in the dry wall to walk the vast desert. I am not to the extreme challenges of life, only to leave the familiar bustling city, to experience the boundless desert desolation, and his tolerance of all things mind.
Foot trail, at the foot of eolian breeze, beside a dried brownish-red rivers and canals, as a Piaowu ribbon, fluttering in his chest winds, rivers and canals in some sporadic Qing Baise of pebbles, as lover's tears, less a dash of the recollection of past events, only the bottom of my heart unspeakable more moving. Think of thousands of years of trickling sluggishly flowing water, Ukiyo sea, now what can say? I hope she once had ... ...
I am not sure whether the answer at the foot of business travel for several thousand years ago along the Silk Road and the soldiers walked the trail expeditions, but those Tuodui business travel, and those high bridge of the nose, blue-eyed alien friend, has passed through the after travel abroad, if they know of Future generations of the legendary and ancient Silk Road civilization. They may not know, but in this moment, an innocent child is用心去感受them, as if in a flash with the surrounding air is to condense, he served time and thoughts leap to capture the voice of business travel Beyond the Great Silk Road, to listen to Camel Amid the joy and bitterness, when, in my mind is only happy echoes.
Although autumn is now abundant, walking a few years later, industry was a little tired, sitting on a Chacun, on-site and drinking water, leisurely smoking a cigarette, sit when exposed several more without a smile. Business travel the Silk Road, the West who travel to war-soldiers may not have I been so leisurely for their different purposes trail walk through the desert between the thinking family's melancholy, wars of conquest sad, do not eat all the time traveling desolation of their hearts. That hidden in the heart yearning, loneliness, good and bad; it under the yellow sand afterglow sky, sunset, trail again declares something, perhaps God, maybe things can not be provided to avoid the results of reincarnation, how could I think and understand, perhaps only to ask the King Huan, Wang Changling and his ilk people. I and the surrounding as well as those living in the city seem to have forgotten these ancient customs, forget the past of these away.
After the recess, but also embarked on a do not know how far to go in the Gobi, head to the far reach of the desolate bare mountain, at the foot of the occasional green of the grass a few nest, although the time to early autumn, but greener, passing from the side around the middle of a slight swaying sand, a few want to uproot, but morale seems to be saying: Let me not afraid of storms, why fear you zai! Tenacious fighting spirit and tenacity. A grass like this, Are we the true meaning of life, insights that do not?
Dusk descend gradually to the distance fiery sunset, the few sheep with a shepherd's whip, crisp sound, from my side trip before, getting to distant, lonely in the desert has become perhaps because they are sensual. Smoke in the desert, river sunset of my integration into a frontier fortress style.
Pack up your things, watching a friend of the provisional draw a map, to find not far from several mud left behind by the former site of ancient times, ready to spend the night there, listening to friends that have nothing to fear, and next to the others slightly. Friend is a regular wandering man who had the power of life and challenges of extraordinary magnanimity of nature had so touched me, I just followed the steps he was looking for a corner by most abandoned, to feel the mood of the horse trail westerly wind thin, tracing Can Bi rubble as a reminder, frontier fortress the story recorded in the wind knife Bale. Fortunately, it did not go far to see a few walls around two meters high, from a leap into the gap inside, look around the walls are mud-brick building, broad and strong, looked from the gap, which was also not far there are several similar mud-brick buildings. Not far away a few households, curl of smoke from the chimney in the smoke, drifting into the sky, perhaps Yemu farmers stay away from home doing dinner. Occasionally several more barking, breaking the silence inherent in, and this is frontier fortress, and this is frontier fortress style. Recover eyes, hastily eat something, walked a farmhouse, ready to borrow some firewood in the evening to make fire overnight use. Gates to open branches woven door, just experienced farm owner, explained what he wanted, the enthusiastic farmers who pull my house and repeatedly put off no less than drinking a bowl of sweet porridge. After the hospitable farmers who let me overnight to his home, when I repeatedly explained, the farmers were puzzled by puzzled eyes looked at me, took me a little firewood, sent to the adobe wall, and before leaving, when repeatedly asked, If something happens on the evening to his house. I am speechless, because I have no words to explain the farmers who in good faith.
Ignite firewood, sat on the floor, feeling tired, although a hard journey, but at the moment feel that their existence is very real, not the slightest hypocrisy, not to mention return to nature, but with frontier fortress contact, it can be a taste of her unique taste.
As night fell, Ringing in the yellow sand rolled roaring westerly winds, blowing the bonfire complicated and confusing. To tell the truth, really feeling a bit timid. I sat quietly, listening to the wind Sidao singing frontier fortress, it is difficult to fall asleep and can not sleep. The chill of the gas sand wall is very bleak, but momentum, such as rainbow, as if the darkness engulfed the whole earth, swept it swept all the creatures, is cynical, or Elegy common people. Remembered a friend said, where the original expedition of ancient soldiers marching Inn, and later to facilitate business travel of the Silk Road, after a thousand years of wind and sand blowing, to date, though already beyond recognition, to hard won. Recall these words, and my heart a lot of Enron, could not help but gently touching the walls, smooth cold. At this moment, I have a lot of strong, standing gap in the Office of the sand blows, look, listen and chill and knife song, Fang understand that "Come Yishui Han Feng Xiaoxiao, warrior no longer has a go," yellow sand Baizhan of soldiers , Jin Ge cavalry, air swallowing thousands of miles, such as tiger; "has never been secluded and passengers, are to battle the old" King's commitment to, or rivers and mountains of the ages Qingping, expedition life, but King of Nothing in the world, won the lifetime behind the name, unfortunately white occurred; the number of officers and men of ambition to relax, the number of flame Tears of Blood battlefield; shells arena swords, sword washed yellow sand, how many times Zuili burning the midnight oil to see the sword, how many back Zuiwo battlefield and sing, MA Ming Feng Xiaoxiao, the sword Yishui Han. Why, in order to Mingdi situation of future generations recorded in the annals of the ages in order to flaunt fame, or for the Beyond the Great Wall is not a feeling, perhaps not. Stands for a long time, I am unable to quell the inner impulse for their expeditions far away from the battlefield and the Tears of Blood sad, but more they are the same lofty sentiments, the same fighting spirit and touched.
Still brisk west wind blowing, campfire gradually eliminate, suddenly wake up before God, and hurried Tim a bit of firewood, not a long time getting the fire-wang, recede in the middle of the night's cold body. A person, a pile of bonfire, lonely existence, the darkness does not horrible, and the lonely desolate than the Gobi desert, petty nothing to say. So sit any time of passing away, the first feel of the night is so long, and some looking forward to feeling, looking forward to the dawn approaching, looking forward to journey home. Perhaps the Silk Road at the moment my business travel has also had the feelings, but also there have been sitting here for points, fuel bonfire and look forward to the arrival of dawn, set foot on the distant journey; looking forward to go home after the time-commerce; The difference is that they created the ancient Silk the path of civilization, but I just用心去感受Trail legacy, with the pace of the hard to measure distance trail.
Get through the night, it seems that a lot of vicissitudes. Dawn has been to, pack up your things, go to the farmers who bid farewell, looking at the gates of light cover the door, there is no scratch to fight to clear their dreams, unless this.
Journey home, relaxed a lot, thank frontier fortress style, thanked the desert trail to the depths of my heart Mingxinkegu feelings.
Author: liuzhihua
