Qu Wang Yang in the sun way off the marginal coming from the Gobi Desert, left Mingsha veins show regret in the morning, under the quiet beauty of people of different mountain ridge that graceful curve of the Qing Ling cut the sunshine and the golden mountain Sanin side of gray shadow, into a refreshing rhythm.

Gobi road straight in front of the mountains that formed a natural sleeping Buddha shows this in the old icy old course of the magical, mysterious and perhaps ancient past that noise, but now.

It exchanges Tuodui Where? It calls for selling to go?

It may be warm farewell of the cup? That old tune of the song lyrics also dumb dumb?

Old course has been not a trace, mark no longer towering.

Today, it ended up only an empty blue sky, is a sad one can not say would also like to unknown and indifferent. From the Yang Guan to the Jade Gate, from the Gu Qi Feng Sui to the Han dynasty Great Wall, past the guard and desolate as the passes are no longer collected from the flow of people.

Gently taken off the pace, the sense of exile Qichu farewell.

VF's body back to rush stopped, but ancient miserly cut will not help.

Today, this could have been the autumn harvest season, and then not see the prosperous Silk Road, does not smell Qiangdi laments, leaving only the slightest Embrace in the feelings, rain, followed by the.

Dark distant mountains appeared, like the dawn of the declaration.

Vigil, as if beginning a new century.

Never mind that your perception is the Cang-cool, not to mention history, is heartbroken at the moment.

On both sides of the trail, style and surface features, broad and deep, emotion and bold.

Is. Can not forget.

Author: ahxg