Zhangye, Jiayuguan 7:10 205 * 10:40
* Jiayuguan City, Guan
* 21:00 Dunhuang Jiayuguan 15:00 car, lodging Dunhuang

In Zhangye not stay for long, Take a train, arrived at noon Jiayuguan.
Watch does not work, and I thought it was no electricity, repair of office to get a look at a small gear problems, is said to be bad vibration. Looking back just when the train inadvertently placed on the watch on the table, the price Big deal呀. Master of my watch praising a pass, changed the subject, the words Road so the cost of expensive repairs, but because like the southerners, they forget a little less perfunctory.
A little cheaper? 60, just a small gear. Mazafuka!

Motor vehicles rented to Jiayuguan tower.
This is a stand in the vast Gobi Desert in the closed city, the Great Wall starting point. Ming Dynasty, in order to prepare for Wala, Tatar invasion of the Great Wall at the border fortress repair, building passes, Jiayuguan is by far the best preserved of a castle.
From the east outside the city started yet to walk a long horse Road, Fang entered the Barbican. Barbican four square, and inside the city walls roundabout connections, enemy soldiers once scored to form a "Wengzhongzhuobie" trend. After Urn, that is, the inner city square, center of a guerrilla general House seat. In the Ming Dynasty, "guerrilla general" post that is not large, it can be inferred, when the garrison troops Jiayuguan not a lot.
Through the inner city, boarded the west barbican tower, has reached the end of this off. Monastery is surrounded by the Gobi Desert is a barren, a dim, distant Shuo Feng Xiaoxiao, desolate, it seems fascinating. Loess Hangzhu tall wall so awe-inspiring, even if there is only regarded as a mighty force to kill ants in general.

From Jiayuguan to Dunhuang nearly 400 kilometers of national highway, most of them driving a hermit in the desert zone. Land cracks, mountain like Huoshaohuoliao general. Burning sand wrapped in a heat wave rushing toward us, suffocating harder and harder.
I suddenly remembered Yu Chunshun, imagined he was lonely to walk in the Gobi desert in the look: dark wrinkled face and long profusion of long-lost hair repair degradation that have made him look down and shoulders a huge backpack that proved his identity - a long lonely travelers. In this village, before Buzhe after Buzhuo shop where how he passed it? Often hundreds of kilometers away in two places did not have any residential land, and he only took a day, four or 50 kilometers. If rashly on the road to sleep, is not the risk of being buried in sand? May be subjected to the wolf or scorpion attacks, and those hostile to human beings. I can not help feeling in his heroic, his unusual stamina. "Apprenticeship Czech Republic, the body does not die first, often makes heroes of Tears filled lapel," he finally died on the journey to their dreams. Lop Nor in the great ruined more than a few brave heroes, also ruined him.
Yu Chunshun's death is no alternative, but also no choice, and only when, and where only. His never-ending road, his execution was a mission impossible. No matter how overcome insurmountable obstacles, how time and again survived, he will always go on the road until the fall will never stand up.
This is the meaning of his life, he is not Mangfu. And he should also have no known sorrow, because there is not enough possessions to finance his travel, he had to often rely on a number of private persons or groups of financial aid. These are not all free of charge, he would be "enthusiastic" to invite to visit some enterprises and organizations, delivered a speech, those groups have mounted together with his media reports, made a very good publicity.
In rivers and lakes, they usually ah. I think more, when Yu Chunshun walk on that road of no return, it can be home more than once to remember that the white magnolias in full bloom?

21:00 to Dunhuang, it was dusk when the car was the same rush of Mingsha Mountain. Accumulated a lot of dust on the road, is said to be a few days ago just down the rain, rolling cars brought tourists, has also brought in the yellow sand of the Gobi Desert.
Went to the cafe changed the password for registered mail, because the Internet upon receipt at noon Jiayuguan forgot to delete my mailbox, so further ado.

Author: sadrosed