Never tried repeatedly in a day listening to a song, whether I tired to sleep, or wake up dazed, when the total ears ringing this song, so I think, are suspected to be not her own The illusion of the. I am now again it is downloaded from the Internet down, heard repeatedly. Each sounds like it, think of the scene at that time, this song and I have to go way inseparable from the period.
It has been a more than 1.1 thousand kilometers away, Lhasa to Golmud. Road conditions good, paved road, of course, not as in cities, due to speed quickly in case of potholes where the people are still being thrown up, and then fall back again and luggage along with the original seat. I sat straight from the middle of the night 12:01 to 20:30 the next day, more than 20 hours. Overdraft due to physical, mental state was not good, stay in the mind's memory is vague. No pictures of the road, even after the famous Tanggula mouth, kick into gear at low temperature plateau of the mountain wind and the vehicle, left alone in the compartment, confused that I was pulling out of the car, it barely raised his camera to help fellow photo of a trouble, at that time, I should just quickly back to the warm car, did not have thought this time I was sitting at home, the name of these words when they regretted that even the intestines are blue in. Therefore, the distance of the most authentic evidence of that period of only listening to the song n + n + n times a song has ... ...
Middle of the night a Zuoshang Che, they fell asleep, and wake up time is Rishangsangan. And look out the window, saw the vast prairie, and the days of the end-phase, in the middle and off across the paved road, after another extended to the curved horizon. It is late autumn, the grass has been sparse brown, but also faceless cattle and sheep. Highway quiet, only we have this car in the hastily rushing road, in addition to brown on both sides of sequential backward poles, most of the time no other frame of reference, only the occasional flash ride for the construction of Qinghai-Tibet Railway construction site: Number of rooms housing, large-scale mining transportation equipment, nearly two meters in a large placard, written in the early completion of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway to work hard like the slogan at the end of the blue, striking white characters, and feel of momentum. Sun is bright, tan skin and straight hair pain, wearing dark glasses, up the hats, shining in my usual Shuisi the past. Once again opened his eyes, when not so dry and hot, and was found outside the scenery has changed, the sky overcast, and very far from the Hei Yaya of cumulus clouds from time to time by lightning gash, like in front of some in the next heavy rain, with a long a long way, it seems to go how are endless, the scenery constantly passing out of the window, I just looked blankly, looking at ... ...
"... ... Gently opened the door, only Feng Yusheng ... ..." suddenly wake up to hear the phrase cold feet has been some stiff, and the driver in everyone's protest is still reluctant to open heating. Sense of the sky very dark, there is Pilipala voice, not like the rain hit the car, the wiping window on the condensation of water vapor, through the circle, only to find that it began to hail, strong wind comes up outside the car , black days faint way, this little car like the waves in the island. Hail And then there was snow, and soon, there is a thin layer of a street. "... ... Like night and day, separated by a moment ... ..." tape still in rotation, sad music was a bit bewildered, the ravages of nature, highlighting the vulnerability of people, which is to Yau suddenly hot and cold alternating light and dark is now let me feel unreal because, like the film camera, jump in a different scene ... ...
"... Ah ... the sky, under the sand, stop for me concerned about ... ..."
Passing on the car in the dark, not far from the little light there, bringing a warm feeling of home, although I have only temporarily settled on this. This is not the starting point will not be the end.
"... ... The wind is gone, sand away, not to think of ... ..."
I can not help but be reminded again and again.
Author: cny0050
