Yes, I am deceiving you, I have to deceive themselves. In fact, I was afraid of loneliness, I was afraid of a man wandering the streets in a foreign land. Xining is so strange, unfamiliar and even the air is suffocating me. So, dear friends, in this western morning, I have two girls in the room, Zhejiang, wake up. Yes, I'm afraid of loneliness, I ganging up their restaurant. In writing these words, when Argentina left the World Cup. You never know what will happen in this world. I squint to adapt to the plateau of the sun when the two women are still in their sleep. I feel empty, the ground filled with professional equipment, a huge three packages accounted for most of the ground, but the proof of these things we are doing some interesting thing? Who knows?
I take the initiative to the burden of heavy equipment, heavy bag is not thinking different, and only sat on the bed in order to span the shoulders of the package. Think of the women came from his bag stuffed with some mask and cosmetics, with a little depressed. Three of us rented cars Harlech on the road, ran to the direction of Qinghai Lake.
Xining sunlight is more impressive, we have no hesitation to put it behind them. In looking back, it is the last one, we saw a mountain on the ride of the four huge white tent, the kind of large cities like artificial, slick gadgets, to inquire about the driver, was originally built with assistance from Shanghai. Hey, my dear fellow, honest people in Shanghai, you do not really want to put the soil is not foreign, neither Chinese nor Western, neither fish nor fowl Shanghai culture spread from person to it? Care of your blessing, and now every time think of Xining, the yellow loess hill of four white hat on Bengdao eyes.
Soon out of urban areas, bumpy dirt road began to torment the petite Harlech, filled with dust in the vast expanse. We shut all the windows, but the soil is still pervasive drilling in the car. We have to cover your nose and paper, because we heard the lung being sent as vacuum-like roar.
Qinghai, the source of three rivers, her mother's chest as if, sweet milk from here out, raising almost all the land of China to survive everything. But now, our mother, she's lying on such a mass of bruises to my face, tree, tree, there is no grass, there are some bar, but they were turned everybody was pressure in the soil beneath roots towards funny The sun, the sun was dark gray, which is digging caterpillar fungus guy doing a good thing, to a five-Cordyceps, they can turn rotten large tracts of grassland, which will probably be permanent grass in front of us disappeared.
Let us take a closer look at their bar. As long as your car stops, they are like ghost out of dust, wandering in your car at, hands upon her a Chinese caterpillar fungus, to kind of smile you out of crying. They face the sun with dark complexion, suit droop in their hands, and let you easily imagine that they are haunted day and night on top of the hill in the cold to find the bear caterpillar fungus lives.
However, do not worry, when it was down from the vehicle, they fair-skinned, Naomanchangfei, and Chinese caterpillar fungus is also starting to brothers. You can also see what, yes, we are wrong, they are not monsters, they are our brothers, they and we have the same mother, we play a small forward to working with a nipple to suck grow up. Just throw them in the fate of the remote mountainous areas, but we were lucky to bring the rich coastal goddess. Now they are to please their wealthy brothers, in order to off when the woman is more capable brother, the mighty, sleep more Earned, they start with the mother.
They bargain together in her mother's side, this time the mother is lying on their feet, scarred Qiruoyousi, then early spring is clearly not the mother of the snow out of the Nongshui wound. But they did not see even one. They are flesh and blood for the mother's skin counter-offer. They are really a pair of good brothers, in the severing of relations issues, they are so a slap, and, although the environment for their Mo Yang is very different, but they are still so similar in spirit, worthy of a clan's brother, won the same genetic.
Yes, in this piece of land dominated by greed, we made the journey changed the torture of the mother's review. We came to the Riyue side, we have less than half of the dust storms on the control of the world, even the way we could not find, let alone into the distance like a princess Wen Cheng of the motherland. We have gone through daotanghe, get off, we identify with the compass direction (in the sandstorm, the simply do not see the sun), when we come to the river prepared to verify the flow of the river, we dumbfounded, on the river bed Only than the sewer water is also fine, but the water inside more black than the gutter, when we also angry for a while. After another heimahe, we are too lazy to get off, because looking at used to the dry riverbed on the prairie, the need to guess, it is bound to be another dead life. A car person so poker-faced after one another with a body.
Finally, we saw the Qinghai Lake. She is so vast, we do not see the boundaries of her, her boundless like the sea truth; she is so blue, and our hearts have been infected children depression; she is so turbulent, the shore, like the white surf as the snow piled high. However, the deeper pleasure followed by pain. We saw tractor plowing under the coast, turn the soil, the gravel was hazy and indistinct, which makes us feel great as a boundless prairie cemetery, where many of the thousands of years of biological reproduction have been hastily buried. We also saw the shining silver of saline-alkali land, which was once the place to play in Qinghai Lake, but now increasingly dry Qinghai Lake no longer able to reach there.
Qinghai is our mother, she should be young and pretty, plump and light, because she brought up the world's oldest civilization, the most exceptionally clever people. However, she stripped her children clothes, tore open her blood vessels, bite her flesh. She become hoarse and ugly, withered and clumsy. She had Les Yeux Qinghai Lake is a good gaze of the eyes, but the children were burned to the ground lakeside grassland, switching to rapeseed that can change their money a few years, these lands are turned into sand dunes or desert. These animals like children, ah, they shaved off his mother's eyebrows, pulling out her eyelashes, just for their own food inside can be a little more Youhua.
We had aged mother, the mother of our dying day and night, then damn her blue eyes, in the sun, in the moonlight, even if filled with sand, eyelids, and she would rather reluctant to shut tears. That corner side piles of salt ah, that is, the bones of her many tears, with which a mother can endure such grief it!
Everyone's face was sombre with this tragedy and let us cry no more tears. Road appeared in front of people, has become a gravel road to. Greater dust, each worker wore a cap looting (only reveal the kind of eye). When you pass through to them, you do not feel that they are living things. They watched you leave, but the eyes are immobile. Thousands of people work together, but no one talking, singing, laughing. They sleep in the dust storm years, and between heaven and earth is only sand in the happy dance, only to wind loudly singing.
We are all being the same as the dead atmosphere of control, the driver is the same as the puppet, only upper and moving machinery. Suddenly, the tire Crimping something, like the tread of the spring-like high jumping in the air. Drivers to slam down hard on the brakes, like smoking marijuana Harlech, like floating on the road, Niuzhao. When we did not react, the car will be a turn down the embankment.
It was hellish few seconds the car overturned rapidly sliding legs, stone dust rushing toward us, surrounded by a dark moment. Only to hear the sound of sharp clashes and broken voice. Then the rest, quiet, one's whole life far the most quiet of the moment. I quickly climbed out from the broken windows, standing side car.
At this time, I feel that blood flow down, no, was washed down from the top of the head. I saw the waterfall of blood hanging in the front of the world dyed red. Then feel the warmth and viscous blood through the shirts and pants. I did not cry do not cry, but stood quiet, and thought: I am almost dead? This is my last moment it?
I remember that the death looks like. The old blood gradually dry, shrink, new blood has painted to go, and then dry, shrink, let me flow like a face full of blood was the same as death's hand grabbed and twisted together. Eyes could not open, and has been living in the blood paste, the world is only a slit so wide, bloody red one seam.
I do not remember how the other people out, nor how people remember me carried to the road, full of mind there is only one problem: I am almost dead? A girl's screams awakened me, and I saw her eyes looking at me like Xian Liaogui like screaming, the Ku Hao.
Crossing the handlebar I sent to the Bird Island town of a health clinic to the ground the doctor called back. He looked at my forehead, relieved, said, but fortunately, not arteries, the blood soon stopped. Also pressed pressed, saying: all right, there is no injury to the bone. Turn took bottles of saline and started to help me scrub the wound.
Sore, very sore, Zuanxin of pain. My whole body ache, chills, cold Zhidou. Root acid, acid mouthful of spittle. Doctors while wiping his mouth: Your life is too great, a few centimeters away from the arteries to the. Ren Ren, wound too much sand, and must be washed. Blunt tweezers across the gauze Bo Zhao my wounds, I can feel the sand in the meat of the scroll. Within a short while, you pick up a basin of bloody water. Used four bottles of salt water before washing clean all the wounds. The wound had been hurt, and I just felt the exciting moment.
Doctors bag End gauze, bitterly saying: do not give you stitches, a dozen Road hole in, ah, hey, if a fever tomorrow, it would be too cumbersome. Then the driver and another girl has arrived. Fortunately, they are no events, it seems the location of the edge of the driver is really unlucky enough, according to the driver that my side of the roof first, the crushing impact, windows, glass pebbles into my head drawn map of the .
You helped me break into the Bird Island hotel. I did not undress just lie on my blanket of. The driver like a child did something bad, like sitting across from me. Watched him one of the earth, thinking about the way he told me that he loved reading eldest daughter and fond of playing the second daughter. My mind had not the slightest blame, only sympathy. I said: you go back earlier, I have nothing, and you do not have accompanied me, and my family definitely waiting for you, let's go. He is still unwilling to look at my eyes, bowed his head to help me tuck a tuck the quilt, said: big brother, I am so sorry to you. U-turn left.
And well-behaved girls help me rubbing his bag and clothes, I lay it lowers his blanket and a half, watching them busy, and thought: Actually, women really unavoidable. Daze of sleep the past.
8:00 wake up faster, and his head is still burning hot for. But the hungry Buhang Liao. Hello girls go for dinner. Huangzhong eat fish, in fact, all the way to persuade them to be environmentally friendly, do not吃野生动物, but surviving, we still can not help but celebrate, eating fish, drinking two bottles of beer. Yunyunhuhu's go back to sleep. The storm is still raging across the double-glazed, still clearly hear the voice of beating the sand, repeatedly spoke: I am the master of the wilderness. I do not ignore it, withstand pain, sleep in the past.
The girls have since been surprised at my calm when I have some pride. But until then recall that, in fact, the real face of death, let me frankly, not courage, but despair. I think when I to judge their own life and death, there are a lot of people filtered in my heart, I hope I can find a willing and death for anti-earning people, unfortunately, is not found. I thought of love, but also friendship, but are more dog feces.
Wind whistling in that night, in falling asleep before I had imagined I band of friends that after the death of my response. I think perhaps within a year, a gathering of certain, they will holding the bottle said: hey, that really love to drink A man died on the lake in Qinghai, and miss his jokes do. Then a gang of men and women to agree to like, at a time when a friend is perhaps holds all my girlfriend's breasts and her younger brother while the cheeky grief it stiff. While the second year and beyond, I think I could not even do what they do not deserve the talk of the.
Friendship is not a reliable and love even more a joke. So I feel that moment of death, brain a blank, no attachment is not alive, fear of death. So I listened to the quiet voice of blood flow, waiting outside my fate. The only real moment is that my parents, I feel regret them, but now want to come in the end, I did not bring them suffering that they bring me pain. In this we are absolutely equal.
Yes, in a small battle, I rely on luck, victory over death. But I am neither excited nor proud. Hygienic and how it allows me to retrieve the girls do love, it will allow me to return to the purity of youth do, it will allow me to regain a childhood ideal? Clearly it can not. So, alive, much better than this, and nothing more. Death have nothing to fear, and she would make me more like zombies do, and she would make me even more do not believe that she would make me even more panic and can not do all day? Obviously not, therefore, dead, much better than this, and nothing more, nothing more. What's more, no matter how many wins the battle, who do not know, that the final Waterloo, the winner must be eternal death is it.
I will always remember that night, I am holding the phone, the screen shining in the dark silver light, but I do not know who calls to tell him: I was dead for a while, and in this endless Qinghai lake.
Author: xiangdaipian
