February 8, 2002
Busy period of time can not say.
Tomorrow should leave the.
Just a bit tired.
The trip what it means, I do not want it simplistic, because the meaning of the word travel in my consciousness far beyond its original intent.
February 9, 2002
Hot waiting room.
Xian - Dunhuang - Turpan I feel that this line of strange, I even do not know how to manage. Is hard to imagine minus 10 degree weather, it is hard to imagine the desert, wasteland, snow, weather-beaten face. I long ago the hard way three years ago it was almost forgotten. In recent years, however, in addition to the mediocre places were removed from the city would no longer have any idea of the rare.
Trip just the beginning.
I am in the beginning will feel a different. Or, I no longer suited to such travel, the rule of more than three years of life has changed me, and passivation me, I can not breathe calmly, aware that things can not bear a kind of lonely.
Not until six, and the car will be fewer and fewer people. Change of a three-seat could sleep. The mood at the moment but surprisingly calm. Some people asked me where to go on, saying: Dunhuang. He was surprised I was to the big New Year's West. Attractions for me, in fact dispensable, I just want to see the desert sunrise, want to experience a close to the limit of desolation, to shake off the body of the municipal solid waste; I would like to more than 20 years of age and shake off the shackles so the edge of travel, the real control over their own journey, but I understand that if I was to abandon the current to go searched unknown, fear can not have this opportunity, too difficult.
February 10, 2002
Homesick, homesick, homesick.
This feeling I felt ashamed.
That and I talk to now get off in Zhangye, the way over, he made me understand a lot of customs and landscape, however, is still right up to people's livelihood, after listening to adding to a heavy heart.
February 11, 2002
Soon arrived in Dunhuang.
Since the day, and many people have had exchanges.
I think I have been happy with, there is no life and the pain and fatigue. However, when some young people, I do not complacent, this sense of struggle manifested in various forms, literature, rock, travel and even breach of ethical behavior. If we say that is an attempt to crush what is, or swore off anything, or just simply vent their dissatisfaction with the performance of a feeling of individualism, it is not enough, an increasingly materialistic society, raising the poverty and wealth, nurturing a safe and volatile , there is a loss of community owners. Who can see the flow of oil riches under the dirty, who can really stop all decadent?
I suddenly found the strength and hope.
I know that the desert for me, I know that I was suitable for the end here. This is called the Ding of people told me, to Lop Nur looking for him, which is the power. Sometimes I do not care what I see, I pay more attention to what I walked in and arrival. I just want to leave a section of life here in the land, creatures, and the depths of the desert, if one day I will be soul has gone into here, I will laugh, and will cry. Today's the way, it is only a continuation of the starting point for nearly three years.
Clean, if you want to go you go, I do not stopped you, you are still Sheung bar.
Bath at night, suddenly the telephone rang. A person who claimed to Xiao Shan note days to Jadin, invited me to accompany him. My amazement, sometimes hesitant, but still invited him to go into the details upstairs. After some words, concerns do disappear, Meet on the second day trips together.
February 12, 2002
Jadin - Yumenguan - Yang Guan - West Thousand Buddha Caves - Dunhuang, the ancient city - White Horse Pagoda
To Jadin spent nearly four hours, I and Xiao-Shan in which the photo scenery, experience, reverie. Here four rocks Wu Li, the sun reach of the Department, the light and dark moving, Huangruogeshi. Xiao-Shan kept pressing the shutter, a vain attempt to intake of everything, but he actually became my appreciation of a landscape. What can be lonely than the wilderness, the photo more beautiful souls those things? So, after the road, he often became my lens in the landscape. Taking into account the lack of time to run the Mogao Grottoes, the two changes to the West Thousand Buddha Caves. Caves not far away from a thousand years of ancient riverbed, though already dried up, but the pebbles everywhere, forests and fields Celi, it is in a superb view. To be back in time, the respective holding a pile of stones is all very interesting.
Back to the city has more than 6:00. The street cold winter, only a few. We are slowly tap stroll in the streets, finally decided to go to a yurt in roast mutton, lamb clutch.
At that time, the topic gradually deep. Xiao-Shan is a very true colors of people. Ability to endure hardship also knows how to enjoy. He did not further the shackles of the free and custodial preferences, good communication with others. Art in his life, travel, books, music supremacy. Readme quietly listen to his feeling that his good will and faint enthusiasm, and some trance together. I asked him to tell me when on the road in the future, I will be watching him, and it soothes the hearts of its own instability.
February 13, 2002
Back to liuyuan.
My most memorable journey has ended.
And a lot of things when you just begin.
I have many things to say --
February 14, 2002
Silk Road Camel Day pale yellow,
Alarmed by the Crescent Moon Spring Rotary.
Long sand hills, reaching the sky Office,
Nobody Walker Ferry, Betty.
February 17, 2002
To spend two dollars looked at Saturn and Jupiter.
Bought a Shadow, in the Bell Tower and Drum Tower This is the busiest night wandering the streets, eating beef Paomo to Big Wild Goose Pagoda to see a long absence, dough figurines skills, excitedly bought a "Monkey" and then look at filled the kite. Xiao Shan suddenly received a phone call that others in Luoyang and friends, and may go to Xi'an, a group hot heart, a sense of satisfaction and pleasure.
This is my last.
Author: egerqin
