White ash inch by inch down, but also there were numerous falls on the desert of gravel behind him is a silent monument. The sun began to West Ramp, and glory to scatter into the Chengguan and gatehouse, the khaki-colored walls gradually been built up into resonant gold, held out sounded a red beams of the tower dust. The sky is still blue, open, and the earth drunk in this color in the stretch. Neither overbearing nor servile walls lie the Millennium barrier with the unlimited extension of the Gobi.
Last sat down to the gravel to see that people intoxicated with the glorious colors. And then move on to look at the handwriting of Emperor Qianlong, "Jiayuguan," is a balanced word above is a thick accumulation of dust, yet leaving a heavy feel real comfort and having peace of mind.

"Zuiwo battlefield, Jun Mo laugh, a few people back to the ancient expedition."

Once full steam ahead, a former undefeated with big, a former Haoqiganyun, a former merchant bustling ... ... lively Chung will be out, then leap over the disappearance of nowhere to be found. Earth's forehead deep traces of the years of vicissitudes, only the wind that the sun and the moon has not changed a blue sky. Wind whistling through time and space, will not do stop to scrape the future. Dripping eaves above together with the smiling faces of meaningful smile, dripping is the resonant Tuoling Sheng, falling in between passing through the skirts on the ... ...
Looking outside the tablets pavilions ----- Jiayuguan

"Follow this Yangguan Trail, crossing the Shule, and then through the Taklamakan desert, you can reach the ancient city of Loulan peacock river." Veiled women from across the west, one refers to her blue smock fluttering in the wind.
"Step on the foot side is the Yang Guan city, and before a very busy ah, then a flood inundated the whole city, leaving it up to the beacon of."

The monastery is surrounded look around, but stretch of desert, once an oasis of grass fertilizer and water the United States have been eroded and depleted the Gobi, which is the water that tree to stay green, bright dangle.

Tingzhuotingzhao tears slowly fall, rolled into the gravel on the earth have been greedy host to carefully go silent. Perhaps this is something that tears can reach the sleeping city, you can touch to those dreams where vibration with the photogenic powder shadow ... ...

Breath away sorrowful lonely trees, staggered the road as clear as with smoke shaking Miantao floating in the air, you can hear the echo of the lowest weak; in romantic evening, the merchants are still busy with an inventory of goods, to confirm the off battlements are complete ; veiled light of a Uighur woman riding sideways so that the official opening, waist lines, soft, Taishou to sip skidded off the veil of black hair; spring in jade vessels in waves, the blue blood of the burning out of Ming-huang, beautiful words rolling out of surging alive; flute to play the music of Jiangnan remote wake-up stories and memories of the river to climb the ladder of smooth, step to the top of the eyelashes on the girls passing a trace of pain; tall, Tangut young man leaned over bearing with dignity, holding hawksbill turtles and Cui-Yu, rucksacks stamped instrument is needed ... ...

Wandering the desolate streets of the lost ghost ghosting and eyes hollow. City tree roots spit on the ground breathing gases. A leaf stirred a deep response from ... ...
------ Yang Guan Dream

The driver of the straight to master Lakaichemen strides into the city, and we all froze in the in-situ. Knows he would have been shocked would be moved, when the came before it, or there is no accidents have been shocked by, was impressed.

Display of the city without reservation, the remaining earthen walls and imagine the city can not be linked. The sky is blue, and profound blue, a bit of metal of the United States, only around the edge of the Gobi jute and former riverbed reeds are left behind, Kongkuo, Shanfanjiujian, the feeling of inner strength from coerced turbulent history, will we overturn it at the foot of . It is so silent tolerance, listening, seems the most pragmatic voices recounting what they really think that is what is heard, and felt nothing.

This is not a dream, it's in front, reaching to touch the piles.

A desert lizard Ben had to rush from the side.

There is no moisture in the air a little, a little dry throat, can not say a word, is an indescribable feeling. Only to reach out to fetch cigarettes from the siege at the hands inside circle lit, took a deep ... ...
------- River city warehouse

Author: renqin