Was finally able to go to a place I have long yearning, mid-point of the Silk Road, the gateway to the mysterious Western Regions - Dunhuang. April 12 about class, I dropped the computer, using the hotel plastic bags of phone and camera, which provides for a bottle of mineral water, straight to Urumqi train station, co-workers laugh at me the ball - looks like is to go grocery shopping. Sleeping car is very clean, bound for Hankow. Night free if rickety, half awake.

To the station learned that the original Dunhuang Railway Station there are more than 300 kilometers from the road had to run a long distance. Sit to pick a taxi, squeezed in between a pair of north-east of the couple, I was sharp and aggressive voice of his wife, disgusted, no noises. Has been traded to the Yinhai hotel, finally encountered a tour guide - Xiao Zhang, a disturbed heart finally fell into the belly of.

Did not expect the whole group, only one person I am. Exclusive tour guides and drivers, it seems that some luxury. Xiao Zhang early 20s, a typical Shaanxi people's faces, bronze color, the middle bridge of the nose slightly muster. The car out of Dunhuang city, surrounded by country roads, through the poplars, flying into the endless desert. Tamarix, Elaeagnus, Achnatherum splendens, in the paper is so way cool, in the Gobi is looking ahead, they just based on the intangible. The first stop was the Mogao Grottoes, Dunhuang's soul, the morning air is cool, and stands in the lush gardens, the Mogao Grottoes is erected, its back broken soil Hill, gives a long-hoped-reunion feeling - that feeling in the I had to when I had set foot on Tiananmen Square. A total of 429 Mogao Cave, each equipped with aluminum doors and windows, the concrete wall plastic shell, natural state of consciousness has been difficult. Follow the guide, with keys to open the 32 cave, dark, cold, mysterious, with the eyes gradually adapt to the darkness, eyes suddenly vigil with a group of beautiful statues, benign countenance, Graceful; the rise of looking around, head, and painted the walls are full of exquisite complexity of The colorful murals, stepping on the foot is also engraved with rare birds and animals of the ancient tiles. Inexplicable mind gradually rising a wave of religious feeling, but look around helpless, like the baby back to his mother waving his hands grasp anything they like. Bar may not have time soon. Dunhuang frescoes in the Tang Dynasty as the pinnacle of gaze of the Chinese to make, large sheet of my mouth, the beautiful and historic for me, is always difficult to close.

Go to Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring afternoon, with the wind and sand filled the air, I am deeply shallow kick kick to walk on the sand. Sitting "Sha pry" from Mingsha rapid slide down, with both hands either side of the control of the direction of fun.

Dunhuang's dream end at this point seems a bit relieved, but does not seem to satisfy. Walking in the run-down city of Dunhuang, eating the dust filled the fly, facing the wind, his face a little sore. Live in the desert, walking in the Gobi Desert, lonely, and impoverished self-torture, I have not NAIVE.

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