Six in the evening over the northwest, the sun is still shining, and only a few pieces of thin veil-like the plot of heads dotted with blue color, the wind blowing the air extremely dry.
Sight Wherever he went, the spread of the pure gold. Dangkai countless layers of sand grain, wave-like. Sunlight sprinkled on the gentle curve of the arc-shaped sand dunes of those above the eyeful demure gentle light.
A boy holding a camel came: to camel do? Very cheap.
Horse camel's eyes are too gentle, and long eyelashes, then looked at me quietly. So it is natural to sit in the high hump between the two.
His unhurried walk in the rain, sand, I was in the high hump on the move with the rhythm of it comfortably shake a flash, ears Camel blowing crisp sweet tone.
Pull the camel boy, his face bright smile bright, very fond of talking. He wore a gray suit, this suit to make him the other soliciting local businesses in the eye-catching.
'I'm wearing this suit and look nice? 'I replied: Yes, ah, very special, and they are not the same. He laughed, a bit shy: Really? This is a guest suggested some time ago, he put it bluntly, looks neat suits and more the spirit of the guests would be more willing to ride my camel had. I asked: So the results of it, do you think there is any change? He replied: It seems really useful to do, you see, even you have to select my camel had.
Sand Hills on the corner, and I jumped off the camel, could not wait to take off their shoes, barefoot in the valuables of the yellow sand, the warm feeling came from the foot, directly to the heart.
Sand Hills is not so far looked calm, Kazamaki the sand blown up from the foot of the mountain, thin gravel hit the ankle on the dull pain, a short while at least ears and his head is filled with sand.
Had never seen such a beautiful top of the hill. Surrounded by ups and downs of the mountains, clear light and shadow, my shadow is also meandering etched in the sand, dragged long. Yihong meniscus-like surface embedded in a golden being, that is, Crescent Moon Spring. It is said that a lot of Crescent Moon Mingsha are accompanied by, but here is the geography of the most perfect pair. Layers of sand hills, the formation of basin, the basin of the Crescent Moon Spring and the sand hills, river edge of the wicker, the moisture evaporation, making the steam basin has become a huge resonance box. When the gravel friction and collisions, producing sound waves on the resonator by the resonance amplification, issued by the roar of strange.
I do not know when the sun gradually sink, the wind chill thick up gradually. Then, I saw the moon, corner to thin crescent, in the possession of the blue desert sky, distribution of a moving Seiki.
According to locals, said Mingsha at night you can hear the voice of the battlefield expeditions, it is the ancient soldiers, indomitable soul, from the sand hills, came close fight at the end of the cheer. According to legend, during the Tang Dynasty amazone Fan Lihua Make-up camp here, but the sand was flooded overnight. Once wrote poetry, "fog ? seem to have left a mark, according to legend 48 camps Tun, poor night sand evil, and buried a hero in the Fu Pen." Is the story of this description. Here is said to have unearthed ancient weapons, armor pieces and other cultural artifacts, it may also confirms the above legend.
I did not hear the cries of the legendary sound state of mind may be too impulsive bar.
I reluctantly got up from the sand hills, the top slide. I just felt the roar of voices swept from the ear, as if Hong-zhong, but also like the whistling of the wind. Have not had time to fall in the process of a good experience of weightlessness a sense of the whereabouts of the already speeding to the foot, sweating face a mouthful of sand.
Shake off the body of the sand, look back to the Peak, his thoughts a little trance.
Camel is still blowing, it's still shaky, moonlight, the silhouette generally was behind me Mingsha drift far away.
Author: lovingsamsara
