Submerged in the western days
"Book of Songs," the saying goes: "July the opposition, in August in the premises, in September in the households, in October crickets, into my bed." Meteors in July, I am in the West, was drowned in the wild.
The long-awaited, with everyone. Meet, but in the west, the vast, desolate, one filled with history, full of mystery and fantasy land. July 13, the start missing. August 7, go home. Travels to the western provinces, Gansu, Qinghai, Shaanxi, Xinjiang, lack of independence, unfortunately, Shen Yi. A few spots memories, to share with you:
The south of Gansu, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the Loess Plateau grassland slopes of the border, run by the Tibetans were clear and pure eyes to see in sharp contrast to the green and yellow. Devout believers in the Labrang Monastery, and prayer. River home, eat fat sheep in white cut and live honest Bonan, farm, harvest the wheat in the golden years, engraved with the vicissitudes of life ruddy cheeks. Morning, blacksmith knockout to the sharp waist knife, in the dry flood, listening to the shepherd boy, singing and moving flowers love songs, together with the heart quiver, swaying. "I do": "I would like / to be a high mountain meadow where shepherds under / I am willing to / are those who Catcher in the Rye / I want / be in the house walls where people / hill, is blue; grass, is green; shepherd, always lonely / wheat is golden; fields, ladder ladder-like; watch people, waiting for the sunset, waiting for harvest / mud is brown; people, honest; others, caring and warm, there is a dim the lights, lighting the dark road, you can go home. "(July 18, as in the river went home town, the car)
Green Sea, messy, noisy, without losing a solemn holy Tar Monastery of Tibetan Buddhism. Xining lively, Ding Fei snack night market. Looking back at step one and across the Riyue west go daotanghe, shed tears of emotional reminiscing about her Princess Wen Cheng Tang Dynasty. Wander in the beautiful Qinghai Lake, golden rape, in full bloom this summer, with the blue water waves, to connect to the sky. I am willing to do one of the Huang River in Qinghai lake fish. "If": "If I were a tear / less drop in the lake Qinghai Lake / non-aroused the slightest ripple / not thrown up a trace of sadness / silently, melting, plunged into the lake / If I were a tour movement of fish / not as good as the Qinghai lake cruise / non-Dangqi wave of spray / non-startled that the end of Huang River Fish / gently, stop leaning, listen to the voice of the lake bottom. "(July 21 for the vehicle window-sources County, on the road)
Off the back Gan, Qing Gan across the border, the snow on the Qilian Mountains, stretching, such as silver-like white, blinking in the dazzling blue sky. Recall Wang Changling's "snow-capped mountains in Qinghai long dark cloud, isolate them Looking yumenguan. Huangsha battle-wear Metal Jacket is not broken do not also end Loulan." Foot of the mountain, killed only a bee in the window before, is willing to do all over the sky of the welter of rape flowers souls. Man hillsides, leisurely pacing black yak, it might see the mountains, the old man is its eternal home. "The snow on the Qilian Mountain": "this winter / no snow in the South, and, as usual / not as good as on the Qilian mountains to climb, look at the snow / shiny Kamiyama Oh / solidification with thousands of years冰清玉洁/ like a woman, the eternal Watch / Wang Chuan thousands of weathered / occasional / drip a few drops of tears of sorrow / it into a Yigurouchang / nurtured snuggle with her Quartet / remains / ancient invariably shining, eye-catching Xueyuguangmang "(8 9, as in the memories, Jinan Park)
Gan among the Lu-yu mati temple, parking lean horse, wind and frost spalling of the sand to remove the statue of Buddha of the make-up, history unattended in a remote wilderness. Riding horses, in the Qilian Shan mountain range, trace trace of the stream, red sandstone, flying to vent waterfall, distant towering peaks, stone steps, quiet in the thick mountain forests, it is better to do a return to the plateau on the Wrangler, but , there is no Qiangdi sound.
Beyond the Great South is good, planning neat, clean Zhangye, in fading light to meet the belated travelers, Buddha lying in the temple, with the ancient scriptures, worship, is a feeling, when Marco Polo noted ? The pagoda, is see it again unscarred, group dove nestling the fly. "To Marco Polo ?": "exotic of you / forget the trauma of the mother passed away / but forget the midst of their dreams a thousand times in the ancient Korean / for the first time a long-term journey / you will want to pursue their father's legacy light / you want traveled the world / is a step by step into the East / span tens of millions of deserts, Gobi, Xuefeng / tens of millions of times has experienced hunger and desperation / you finally touch the silk in golden / then hand / rolled out of the has demonstrated a declining empire, the glory / from the South beyond the Great Wall to the West Lake / happiness is to have your life-long pursuit of the Menghun / leaves / a charmed / millennium trek ah / words do not go back to your eyes filled with tears "(August 9 Japan, as in the memories, Jinan Park)
Jiayuguan ago, the Gobi Desert, the Wei-Jin tomb pile uplift 1000, when the strength of character of the tomb murals Imayasu in with one of the people freely life, taste, since ancient times but now the picture of calm sleep, and the millennium change. Missed the sunset, night on the cantilever the Great Wall, a steep rocky mountain, the trek could not withstand the rush of walking, from the South to the North, are you capable of reaching the blocking of the year the battlefield? Watch, not just barbarians, but also for his homeland. Jiayuguan's towers, rain swirling, fluttering Sasa, thick walls, the flames of peace, and hold expectations for many years. "Look Great Wall": "Old Great Wall, in the border / Castle Peak Oi, Gobi Desert / Do not be easily see when the hard / Do not you see the Great Wall long, the Great Wall on both sides of this place is home / Do not you see the wall walls, brick wall behind the defensive home / closed, the dust / To say the wall length, but longer Nostalgia Road / Caesar endless tears away from the people, a chain fixed atrial / also look at the setting sun, sad broken-hearted song. "(August 9, as in the memories, Jinan Garden )
Guo Yumen by Anxi to Dunhuang, yellow sand bottomless, Gobi Trinidad, Mirage is only a dream, perhaps, that little bit drenched terrace, can be embellished a little regret. Desert loneliness, dry tributaries, phone-straight on, or Changfeng's Ji Xuan, submerged, and can not see the sunset of the rounded, with the poet's bold, we have, it is so hard to move forward, ever forward interest rates.
Yardang Landform in the darkness, the devil, noon, the sun is high, the unexpected. Is not the arm waving, whistling is not the howling is a small sand, hysteric wind, and removed the thick soil, hundreds of millions of years of cleansing, leaving the hero in this lonely run. Prostrate to listen to is the Silk Road of the Camel, has been sway. Why blame Qiangdi willow, spring is not degree yumenguan. A wall, a pile of loess, residual remains, exposed reed, describing the year strong, around a week, not seen glimpse of spring, hear Qiang Di, the heat of the day, a one way through. Jun also advised to make a cup of wine, and west, Yang Guan people for no reason. The way of the willow, flood, vineyards in the scenery, Xi Jin desolation of the Gobi, Yang before the Chinese, the enemy was waiting, and end of a Magic Cup grape wine, we are just far from the overlooks, tanks, imitation, the hook is not Zuiwo from the battlefield.
(Unfinished, continued Oh, He He):))
Author: zhulianbihe
