Holding bad casserole boss sent me Heihu Hu's casserole and drove overnight to Urho, the old Man said, this section is a mountain child, Waner more good to go, and that "Mo Guicheng is the most fascinating evening and the morning during the day and no spectacle, "so we go ... firmly Strip

Burqin about half an hour out of the mountain, the old text of children suddenly yell overturned, and overturned, and we rub their feet from the sleepy eyes dim to see a ramp on the road in front of everyone in the child is not high, middle-aged man hands above their heads, desperately waving. The dark night, I craned his head turning circle, it was found across the street there are cars below looked up and the front cover of the Elysee, and a woman standing vehicle while crying ... double-balloon were opened, but fortunately no serious problem with people, only in the forehead skin scrape a point.

We call Shangcuanxiatiao to help them find a gauze, the old text to help them children looked after the vehicle, saying that no significant happened, sitting in the car doors and windows shut and other relief bar.

Then walk a short distance, our car headlights flash completely extinguished after the flash, already has one does not shine, and the remaining one still does not shine, in the vast Gobi Desert in the road, would dare to open. Old Man child once again impressed us, his hands frozen Duoduosuosuo left instrument the instrument the right, not even the beginning is not the brightest light that is also up ...

In this way all the way finally in sight, to the time Urho is the small hours. Surrounded by the dark one, could not see the devil in the city all kinds of bizarre Yardang Landform. Cried his companions to go听风, said that this is the world's most horrible sound ...

October 5, 2002

Get up early in the morning, be sure to look Urho Mo Guicheng the morning.

Four weeks is very quiet, no household, only blocks of rest and eat for long-distance drivers behind closed doors and windows of the shop where the pestle. There is a green door on the shop screamed "Sichuan Kentucky," ... one way or another from her husband walked into the shop behind Mo Guicheng ...

Soft land surface was densely covered in speckled gravel, large or small, various colors, have been water washed round Huhu, no edges and corners ... all the way to go past, I have picked up throwing, throwing another pick, like a coward Breaking the stick, but finally a heavy bag filled with colorful pebbles ...

New-born sun from a distance the mountain ridges and cloud black heap injection of a red light, like a blade Kanxiang mysterious castle; gradually, the sun rose higher, and numerous teams from the strands of light slowly spread of the After revealing to the clouds, scattered far and wide, like a huge umbrella, enveloped the whole Mo Guicheng ...

Sitting height of the gravel beach, watching the morning breeze in the jagged ravine fall in. to drill to go, as if millions of soldiers and want to hear across the valley from the Pentium out of the feeling of that moment as wonderful, faced with endless desolation, stood up, waving flags, bristle ...

Out of control, bolted a few hundred years, the oil Zongchuan Karamay spectacular ocean, in the outskirts of Urumqi, a long red back has played a team ...

Author: yalili