A person on the road (of the Qinghai-Tibet Yunnan, Lanzhou)
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Silent taxi across the road, one from south to north across the Chang'an, has gone through thousands of years by the ancient stone road. Lights off a difficult night lifeless corner of the curtain, still see the stage unclear about this night. 4:00 I was this group of iron monster pulling a long journey to the starting point --- Xi'an Railway Station.
Sparse light under Xi'an station, no crowds and greed Piaofan, quiet a lot. Filled out the faint light at the entrance is not attentive nor cold, waiting for the displaced people. Sparse waiting room of people are out to make a living there, his face filled with misery and fatigue, dim eyes all around it dyed gray.
Got on, laborious way through the 6,7 to 13 cars make up sleeper ticket, and then pushed on the 7th car to go to sleep. Lie down when it is a bromidrosis, I was in the mixed shoes smell, sweat, cigarette smoke in the air, speeding the railroad tracks in this huge ugly the rhythmic shaking of the cradle, in the sun will soon jumped up on the distant horizon, when sleep the past.
When more than 8:00, was awakened by the sound cards lower berth, a group of people staff a cigarette, a card for each row, in the shop I like is only tied to the shelf on the suckling pig, was smoked The eye could not open. Frustration can only be rolling bed, the springs in the window seat to sit down.
This is my favorite seat, you can sideways leaning against the window and his eyes look completely clear of strangers curious field of vision, only a foreign country scenery out the window flew away. This time, the radio is broadcasting the tape Zheng Zhi Hua, listening to a few years did not touch the old songs, as if the old lover in the street encounter, even if only a brush, an eye, then with the dust past the Buyiburao The sped to the time your down the shore.
Out of the window there are meandering river, the river bed half naked with; out of the window with its mountains, most of the tree there on the slopes of the green. Asked what flight attendants, and the answers are Tianshui, he looked toward that mountain of emotion, but also to himself to: Tianshui's climate is Well! I said to myself startled, suddenly realized that this is in Gansu, and recalled his last visit to Ningxia, Gansu, when seen, then sandwiched desert loess, and opened a place full of sunflowers. Look at those green valleys and understand that they are living in the eyes of the people here how beautiful, precious.
Train Niuzhao waist to move forward on the hillside, in the corner when I could see him pull in front and behind so many windows, house windows to see the face of vague and life. Through the Changchangduanduan's cave, I saw Lanzhou.
In the naked hills of the narrow valley, Lanzhou stubborn alive. Braved the smoke in the dry land, into the sixties films factories and public houses standing. Windows like these stereotyped guy's eyes, looked godless all before; broken pane of glass Zhangzhetaizui, bare irregular teeth, eating people's wishes. But I actually think they are beautiful, being Black chimney under the sky, in the red green embrace of the mountains, they live fearless. They do not care about the wall of lime has been sparse, as long as the wall can also block the twelfth lunar month of the wind; they do not care windows have thick dust on the plot, as long as the sun can illuminate the house day. Yes, they are beautiful, not hypocritical, do not expect to live in this dry basin, I love Lanzhou, love that old house operation in Lanzhou of life of people.
In going through the time of Lanzhou, the Yellow River appeared. When I saw her, there are voices telling me this is the Yellow River, but I want to believe. Sons and daughters of the mother river, how could she so narrow, so docile, so quiet. Yellow river listlessly moving forward with, my dear mother, ah, your milk will have to flow Yao finished, you will have to look at groups of children, your thirst in your arms了吗!
Vehicles have the same pace that, in the ditch a little crow to stay, where the green and more alarming, do not see houses do not see the fields, they are hidden in the woods, although this time is the deepening twilight, but the green Let my heart have become more angry. The platform at the station went so far as to see a bullet between Lanzhou, Xining train stopped at the front of modernization strange crude Way, really can not tell the feeling, ah, my dear homeland, your progress and backwardness have surprised me.
At 8, I left the Xining station, look for a taxi to the Huangshui River side of the residence. Clutch meat eating by the roadside when the dust fell in the darkness of this city, wantonly flying in the air. My poor Panzhong Can covered with sand, become a decoration. Xining clutter so soiled in my memory.
Author: xiangdaipian
