Longhai line away from the landscape in Gansu, and have a silver to the east is the kind of semi-hilly, light yellow soil expose the lack of nutrition in the soil, this area of the farm house is so shallow color, houses as from the natural Ran the same as long there, and then east is more barren Dingxi, during the three years of natural disasters have occurred in ancient times the legendary "Yizaiershi" tragedy, so your eyes on the road mentality of reach of so tired, everything here is called even if some of the acting scene, could not let me easily. Can only remember fragments of some splicing into the DNA chain of a looming, with a view to a number of years after the brain is still struggling for survival of some of the memory cells during winding.
Railway embankment a shallow ridge to ridge dependent, can be seen from time to time to bow their heads bite the grass surrounded by a flock of sheep, from a slowly moving to another, on the train from Xining, Lanzhou, this thinking should be floating all over the sky near the snow, but only gloomy curtain of cloud hanging over the bare liangzi, the foot of the next strip lined clothing many ordinary people, far from time to time to see the Mercedes-Benz cars, rows of trees in a very lonely way to the rear of flash, as if on the road with my passing pedestrians, both familiar and strange, suddenly a truck roaring forward to working with each other and our passing, rumbling sense of urgency to make eyelashes are also shock disorder shake, it also breaks the leisure time I gaze out the window, concerns The sheep are gone, are not scattered farmhouses thin smoke in the blurred vision, and went one, field thrown up a green, white plastic greenhouse gathered in the winter guard inside the Green Miao, mountain Maoshang The children of farmers who stood woodenly Alice looked at our train, we are drifting away, they have become rows of adzuki bean number standing at the hill, the dream to see them reminding us of scenes, I have a child whether such a stay like? Railway Yanzhao He's River Road winding like a snake-like extension of the, even children have one hanging over the river's bridges, no one walking, tilting to do an excellent painting, but also line one, passers-by becoming like ants-like, pink scarves are mixed in the middle of riding a bike, bits and pieces of the beating, gradually actually see it, we will not live to regret and yet see the sheep, and large crowd of children wrapped groom move forward, like cleaning the fields of feather dusters, which have been if the My life has slowly scattered in many small hills behind, and as the falling leaves in one place, quietly, showing in front of me is never exhaustive raw with weeds Huangqiu and vertical dying but in the dead wood, endlessly repeated in the eyes. Days, or haze, I look forward to snow yet to come, people find it difficult to see that even children highlighted in the wilderness hut on a lonely it is very sad people, how can we isolated it? Uncle Tom's cabin is a do? A land, a farmer and his mule are Shinong effortlessly, as if not intended to do a good job, I really worried for him, but the two of them round and round the shadow of blurring together, carriage matador song is a high-spirited, Lifting the flash Qiuliang on a person slowly and the line, wrapped in a headscarf because they guessed was a woman, dressed simple, too late to see her real face green and I had only that the respective away her life to walk a fine line between stubborn in the Badlands, look at the opposite upper berth who, oblique lying loose like a group Rouni, as if inclined Qu Zhe, face to the window, face, such as dishes, sad eyes torment the time. I turned to look back very far from where --- a clock printed on the verdant and luxuriant mountain ridge of the Tian-yu, a tree appears in the news Gushourucai slight skull-bone, I remember a comic-book hero, is to use such a small-Wang 2 reported on a small tree to crack down on the news of devils, turned in a liangzi, eyes bright, actually came to the snow blanketed by Su-wrapped world, but a bit sparse, the beam paths meandering with a touch of white snow , houses Buddhist monk's robe Buddhist monk's robe, field Yao Yao, ears transmission shop that the advent of sweet snoring fat woman, I do not, and the times of the sudden a sneeze, that car grunt Dayton only, sorry for the oil of Health, I am not be quiet away? East yesterday in the streets of Xining had two poly-old classmate, now his eyes looked dully out the window, pen in hand to do a piece of paper rustling sound of a note is flat, the sea flows through the hearts of people together why Cangsang ? Heat to look forward to the meeting, it was dire straits after the boring, everything out the window buried beneath the snow, the world is in Fenghua Xu Jingjing to be indifferent to the snow, mountain Maoshang see a human, and waving the shovel to work, women wrapped in red and green peasant headscarf is also kind of busy, haystack pile in the yard, stone grinding lying still in the side, roof chimneys smoke like a pale blue smoke was frozen body like, human heel not seen, perhaps housing Lane's life is warm with, and outside was extremely quiet on the slopes there are a few mouthfuls of remaining caves in the snow to spend the night a wind, the hole beside the fire with hot people who sat around children. . . Poetic imagination, such as flash before my mind as a happy everyone tasted it, but time and place of different bar! Roadside trees are tall and up the mountain at the foot of spotlessly clean thatched shy like, far off if people do not want to see that side of the beam cave addition of up, then the train some severe bumps, Yamagata also away from us closer, Some people say that fast-forward of the Qinling Mountains.
Author: wyw12
