July 2, 2001 in Chongqing Weather: Rain Monday I graduated four years ago today, the students from different places gather to have to drift apart. With sentimental emotions and hearts full of hope, I would like a long journey thousands of miles. Xinjiang, Napian distant place in my joy over the years, the persistent aspiration.
Suri hot inside the city at this time also seemed to hint of the tenderness, the campus on the path trace of the early morning rain has not yet dispersed, and from the lower grades of students passing, they will continue the story from generation to generation. In this summer evening, the sky is still vast expanse of a white mist, what is also identified lack of clarity. The distance, the sun slowly fade down the shadow of the ellipse, in my mind slowly settling, respectively, the time drawing near. Leave school with friends, get on Bus 611 to Caiyuanba. In the car, we spoke warmly of each other's past and future, talked about with their own hopes and dreams. Trauma injury parting love affair between our young hearts. Maybe for a period of years, so difficult for us to forget; maybe there is always a hope, so that we have been longing for. This is the passion of youth in our surrounding Young overflow, more concentrated. Maybe one day in the future a certain year, tired of us into contemplation when the mind will be clear that emerge out of a smiling face Zhang.
Bus as usual, when the bridge over the Yangtze River, a habit of moving out of my sight out of the window. Mountain city, evening scene, with the past goes for, Yuzhong Peninsula Hun Hun yellow height of buildings strewn, Binjiang Road swift flow of traffic coming and going, wide river surface suffused with twilight of the setting sun, sparkling Liangliang remote office, the vague shapes of the West do not sun. At this point, the sun Xi Chen, washed down the drain, only in the vast river surface at low altitude diffuse hazy fog, the sun through the fog of the depths to the river today sent a final touch of warm feelings. This thick pale, thick gray PASSING other reasons ...
Late nine o'clock, I take the train started. In that moment, an unstoppable moving piercing my heart, strong hold back the tears that is, to slide, washed them to hold the Baoquan, "friend, treasure."
Perhaps we can not retain deeply touched by time, was able to keep touching each other's eyes.
July 3, 2001, Chengdu Weather: sunny Tuesday night time, K928 Train 7:00 in the morning, time has come to Chengdu. In a small restaurant next to the station where the old bell hurriedly and high school students a view, the brighter to chat for a while. Ten o'clock in the morning more than waving a different, I change to a 1012 meeting in Chengdu to Urumqi train hair.
Because he bought a ticket from Chongqing to Urumqi, the pain of troubled no seat. Yi Shangju unexpectedly in the support of the train to find a seat, I do not know what was originally where the owner of my dear friend, is anxious in the hurried way. Or is it already sleep in a warm sleeper? Yi Yi seats were directed at the honor of 3000 kilometers with its peers. Last night's tiring, very tired, had to let himself quietly sitting. Out the window, the Chengdu Plain of the scenery is nothing great, Susu slowly, and just let the mood quietly looking forward to. Music sounded the train is moving hackberry Thanks for the Memories that the "birch", affectionate sentimental singing to me an unlimited imagination. Never witnessed beautiful birch, but at this time I can feel as if the line one, obviously Liang-liang, the wind moving leaves happy dance scene.
Has long been accustomed to long-distance trains no longer familiar to the long and lonely. People, perhaps that is so happy with their own habits and bring them all, since we have chosen, do not give up; since it is our hope, that is, the direction of life, happiness.
Along the way I am willing to believe in life, happiness itself!
There is freedom of the heart, filled with Youran natural world!
July 4, 2001, Gansu / Ningxia Weather: sunny Wednesday woke up, the outside world is a fine refreshing morning.
9:00 when the train passed Zhongwei in Ningxia. In this small town around the Yellow River throughout the land. Hun vigorous thick yellow earth, filled with overwhelming as my line of sight. The above is the sky blue Ming Che, Hoi-like wide beautiful color. The Loess Plateau is a vast high-rise on that day heaven and earth of natural links. One begins to yellow color, is a years long process for many years the accumulation of tenderness. Yellow, long extension of the extension, until the edge of my vision, the mother freezing wind and rain the past five thousand years of history, in my eyes, then a romantic, tranquil and natural ...
The afternoon, a car dealers, the scenery should be a tributary of the Yellow River, sunshine play freely in the slowly east to the river surface, a fish scale-like waves rippling sheet, flashing light up your heart with a joy deep Department. Leisure shore dozen boys chase each other, call forward, wide face, dark spine, that sound happy and excited to heaven and earth adds a dash of vivid.
Them, a group of children of the Yellow River. Happiness and joy, in this land continuity throughout the ages.
July 5, 2001 in Urumqi Weather: Rain Thursday night with two friends playing cards sitting next to two o'clock, fatigue, we rely on cars wall, drowsy and sleep the morning to 10 o'clock. In the meantime, the train passed Dunhuang in Gansu and Xinjiang Hami.
After waking up, eating breakfast, I looked at four weeks doing nothing to fight. Outside the window is a barren loneliness of the Gobi Desert, long long, in the field of vision and far-reaching and uninterrupted. Prior to Urumqi, the train passing by a large wind power plant. Beautiful white windmills, numerous, high greatly, patchwork spread into the field of vision. A huge fan films, facing the blowing Feng ER to relieve the light to turn, it seems that in the light v. something. . .
16:00, running more than 50 hours of the train has finally reached the destination, but I immediately have to catch up in northern Xinjiang's burqin away.
This is the end point, or starting point? Inn of life continue to continue.
Author: freetravel
