If one day be able to return to Dunhuang, after a roadside tree Tamarix, I will stop, with gentle eyes watched it, just like when you look at me with gentle eyes, like ... ...
Time slowly passed, I close my eyes, unlimited gorgeous as yesterday was still rushing from the side glide out of the window hastily, as if that is the case since time immemorial hurry, never for whom to stay. During the faint flashes a bright thing, my heart told me that it is your shadow.
Meet that day, was the first time I see you. After you from my side, I did not notice. My companion and you say hello, you look back to be with, he saw me, I nodded smiling. A very professional smile, I think. I did not respond, I do not like the stylized facial expressions, pale and hollow. I heard the companion to say, this is our guide.
To leave the restaurants, we have a good RBI pack, waiting at the hotel entrance. Lanzhou station not far from lazy shrouded in early morning sun, an inexplicable feeling of familiarity. A dragon car, containing all of the 15 individuals, was comfortable and spacious. The car started, and no pre-suppose the excitement, everything seemed orderly.
Car westbound along the Yellow River, are you doing with your opening remarks. I have not heard of other Quanpei tour's opening remarks, no more. I just felt like eating beef noodles in Lanzhou, like right when the taste of a specialty. In contrast, I am more interested in the scenery out the window bank. Wen Wan Shuyi the Yellow River flowing quietly. Clean quiet river, with green lawns, swaying shadow, Qi-long street, the passers-by in twos and threes, a brand-new. Faint to hear you say that there should Lanzhou, northwest into the Bund, find the idea of mere copycat, a good laugh. Gradually, the car is far away from the urban areas, and river scenery monotonous up, leaving large areas of bare loess mountains, people see boring. While the eyes still stare out the window, I began to put up their ears to listen to your voice, those interesting presentations, half-truths of the joke, as well as one hidden rebellious philosophy of life.
Xining is not a good way to go, most of those narrow dirt road, often take the village to wear Township. To Xining, is noon of the. Because the relationship between the altitude, the sun is very toxic, the air was more refreshing some. Eaten rice, a little idle time, the car had to go straight to Qinghai Lake.
Road is a brand new high-speed road, so the car is very smooth. Gradually, the way people exclaim scenery. It was as gentle as young girls breasts rolling hills and wide stretch col is near, and rolling. Green hillside is embedded golden one side is the cultivation of flowering rape farmers. Car also OK for a while, they disappeared till the fields, and only like a star-like scattered sheep, and the gurgling stream and the Guo. Soon the car turn on the trail, you patiently said that, pretty soon. Car window flash large tracts of rape, we see spent. Flowers were scattered, each piece is also mature in different fields. As bright as a golden blanket, and the other piece is only Nennen of Qinghuang. This alternate flow of fascinating. You point to the horizon with a smile, that he watched Natiao blue ribbon, it is Qinghai Lake. We follow the guidelines to look over the horizon, in the golden and the sky blue convergence Department, indeed float touch of the clear blue, and Akira, if Tianshui. It was a transparent and pure, a heart of blue Yee, a sacred quiet, lofty, breathtaking awesome, people can not help but hold your gaze. The more near to cars, Pallas the more wide, and coloring are also thicker. Twinkling of an eye the car had been stopped at the entrance of the Lake District.
Here is the Tibetan, lake beach, stands a white pagoda, worship the ground strewn with scraps of paper, when planted, a lama who look like sitting in the shadow of the tower recitation, a group of Tibetan children face upturned the small Red-scarred Wai came photography. Peer generously called a 78 children with the photos, and then put coins in a tiny hand-heart, to see if they had happily dispersed.
This is a shallow bays of the lake Qinglie the cold. Endless flashing the light blue of the lake's waves, waves gently tapping Lake gravel beach, and sometimes the passing of the seagull's Yau-ming. Beaches open formation, the external short stretch with lush mountains, lake-strewn white yurt, long grass where there is sporadic Zhuizhao wildflowers. Walking lake, a heart was very clear and transparent mapping, Staring at the sky, as if time stopped ... ...
In the temporary post office, we have chosen a set of commemorative postcards, pictures and stamps are printed very delicate beautiful. We asked the Post the only ones who know that this is only temporary post office at the lake rental shop counters, is designed for tourists and lake Tibetan service. Those are mostly Tibetans to run their own businesses, they are only in season when it came here to spend three or four months. Qinghai Lake in winter there is no human habitation, all of them should leave.
Shop in the lake eating dinner, then hit the road. Evening he would be back to spend the night in Xining. Under a darkening sky, sky pink clouds gathered around a sunset, is another kind of farewell. The moon rose up, the outline of distant mountains has gradually blurred, satellite towns hidden in the evening mist, the slip away from us. Back to Xining is already midnight.
Ochi
Night of sleep have been revived. Morning, we set off to the Tar. You talk about a variety of Tibetan Buddhism, I began to listen patiently. You said that the current temple is a grand ceremony, which is a blessing. Unfortunately, we can not enter the Temple. I think, destined, no chance, perhaps in a moment.
Tar indeed able to enter, we are only in the Temple and pictures of, hovering, and then stroll along the street all the way back. I have a little restaurant in the street seeking a pair of bracelets, Tibetan silver play, the above embedded a six-color agate, as a saw can be regarded as destined things. Companions, where to buy knives, are the boss bargain. The difference is only 12 money, actually a stalemate there. Then you came, things settled quickly. You said with a smile, something like as long as the likes.
Human Qi, and vehicles have hit the road. When the reservoir through the Black River because of roads, between the cars parked there and so were forced to. We are happy to run off to see scenery, did not yield to the driver dull expression. Cars were parked in a hillside, reservoirs on the foot of the mountain. As the rainy season, reservoirs rose water, a silver chain across the mountain like a half a kilometer not in the water. Circuit, where one end of winding, the horse refused to go back. Slopes on the kinds of large tracts of highland barley, he wanders the dark green mountain, green water, blue ocean wind ups and downs, submerged horizon. Road leads to, and you happily shouting us on the train.
At noon, stopping for a rest in the clear stone mouth. Far, and has been able to glimpse faint peaks of the Qilian Mountain. Qing Shi in front of the mouth of this river through the town, fast-flowing quite a lot of momentum. We are eating beef noodle soup, while children with the store inquiries river. Child's accent, even you could not understand. You say go in to ask, they ran to the kitchen, and came back very proudly told us that this river is called the door-ho River.
Tidy up, we have to start, and came away with the shops used to ask the two pancake, anti-just the way hungry people eat less. Carpet seems like the road, carrying our ups and downs of the grassland shuttle. The Qilian Shan mountain range is the distance rows of dark blue, shy of the peaks hidden inside, occasionally emerged in bringing a presence. Miles vast expanse of sky clouds wanders the dark and choppy, in blue, white, green Cang interwoven world, the heart can fly very high, very far.
The car actually broke down here is that we anticipated. At first, we are still happily running off to see scenery, in pursuit of a flock of sheep on the grasslands, blowing dandelion, in order to find the rat-hole as big as football but excited. Two hours later, we began to realize what a serious one. We stopped at the village of the former Buzhao after Buzhuo shops, the vast expanse of sparsely populated grasslands must forward next 45 hours by car. The sky dimming, the previous blossoming into a billowing white clouds dark clouds, ferocious forward to press his head to. Grassland on the windy, and thin summer clothing for blowing cold no alternative, and we had to hide in the car. Shepherd began to call cattle and sheep on the hillside, passing vehicles on the road less and less, and we are still unable to start the car. Car full of anxiety, the driver did not master very quickly grasp the repaired cars. There are old cars and children. Could not start the engine, air-conditioning would be ineffective, the temperature of the car getting lower and lower. Already dinner time, hunger, cold and unexpected to, if you really want to spend the night here, I do not know what will happen.
Finally, we managed to intercept the vehicles coming across the open car, you rush to the car, back to the Qing Shi mouth for help.
Rain's coming, we are unable to face the car boring.
China and Pakistan opened a come from behind, we rushed to get off when she was stopped in any case have, at least for first saying good-bye for the elderly and children. Car stopped, is not empty vehicles, adequate placement supports all people, but also give a lift, really lucky. On a good price, everyone on the train. Master to look at the driver to leave car, before leaving, we Kiyoishi mouth brought two pancake left him, and asked him to be careful.
Did not take long, under intermittent rain on the up. We are grateful to God on him. Grassland on the rain, crystal clear and cold. Sheep hiding in the leeward slope, under a motionless. Flash outside the window a beautiful little white tent, pure no time. Grasslands, there is no cell phone signals can not be linked to you, think you should still worry about the safety of our bar.
Drive to Shandan Jun Machang time Napian storm clouds have passed. Mountain Shadow whole placed on the beginning of the light blue sky clear, fresh and charming. Finally jumped over the Qilian Mountains. Yimapingchuan the pastoral, orderly villages scattered, glow, wheat swaying tip of a beautiful golden. Night in the Zhangye from us getting closer.
Zhangye finally settled down, as scheduled, and all are back on track. Just do not know how you and the driver master now, and dreams have you worried and tired of the figure.
The next morning, contact a local travel guide took us to the Great Buddha Temple in Zhangye see Wofo. Sky overcast, large Buddhist temples Yanjiao have Swift whipped, mottled colors of wood hall full of years scouring the scene. Travel agents say that you are now safe, we do not worry, everything step by step.
Afternoon, the car left the Jiuquan, Zhangye to go through. Initially, the roadside there are kinds of the hops and corn farms, and gradually, on the left eyeful of the Gobi Desert of. Start misses you, not your journey, pale and tasteless.
Reach Jiuquan, hotel send someone to take us to the Jiuquan Park. Park clean quiet, there is one small pond, willow trees at the side of the pool snuggle. Water clear, there are strings of bubbles from time to time to take up, very apathy. This is the legend of the Jiuquan had. Unfortunately, can not hear you speak an interesting story.
Xiangxi
The evening back to the hotel, just bathed, your phone will ring. Thought it was front notice, never expect that to hear your voice, and that it is really a pleasant surprise. You call to each person's room to apologize, and explained that the driver was a very good chef, has arranged a new car, similar incidents will not occur again. I tell you, we want very much to you, you said with a smile, think I am really, call me also true.
Very comfortable sleep at night, the morning is particularly mentally. To finally meet you, laughter is still the original, but there are difficult to hide tired eyes. Car, you start to ridicule the experience of that night. You Zuoju Hui-Qing Shi mouth, on the road stopped another car, came back to save us when we come to know that we are now safe and left. Engine repair, or bad, can only be removed to get back Kiyoishi mouth repair. You and master one of a pancake. Master with the engine with the car is gone, leaving you at night caboose.
It must be a night of suffering. There is no electricity, no lights, no clothes, no food, no light, no temperature, in addition to the cold darkness, is the terrible silence of boundless solitude. Moreover, the legend of the wolf often infested prairie night ... ...
Thank God, you finally come back, everything is restored to their original. You also stand in the front, slightly bent, with the rickety car, laughing at us, tell a funny thing, is really wonderful.
Cars along the 312 national highway all the way to the west, you say, the next attraction is the Jiayuguan. Some of overcast days, as if to deliberately Chen Chu desert frontier of the desolation and tragic. This mixed yellow with big, untold erosion, covered with dust, yellow sand is still towards the sky, the wind upright, neither overbearing nor servile. You are talking about the ram on the loess of the siege, Ying Ting's towers, frescoes and other strange stories. The sky with light rain falling, desert rain, scarce and precious.
To leave the Jiayuguan, day clear up. High-speed Mercedes-Benz cars on the road, the roadside is a desolate desert area, out of the window occasionally passing a small oasis. The driver said, pointing to the right of the distance that the window and saw a mirage. We were surprised to look in the past, distant yet there are light blue lakes, but also see the lake in the islands and bridges, as if there are boats. You say, there was nothing. We do not believe, but after a while children discovered that the total lake on our right, no matter how far we had, it seems like with us. Then all of a sudden, it disappeared. You are pointing to a distant blur of the water mark that is not seen. We are all desperate eyes wide open to see a mirage, you laughed and said it was not a mirage, it is Shule, really there is water, and only here is true.
I sat in the front car, you sit next to me. Anxi passing the suburbs, you pointed to roadside trees purple asked me, do know this, I laughed shaking his head. You say that this is Hongliu, multi-ah beautiful than the flowers still look good. You say, a lot of side Hongliu previous liuyuan is called Hongliu garden. You say, I really should be off Jizhi give me back. Painting a car window from a flash of Tamarix, your eyes, the same container of water, gentle.
Dunhuang in approaching the road on the left has always been a vein Rock Hill, was short, with no edges, only the gully. Yimapingchuan surrounded by yellow sand, and occasionally through the ruins of a small office. Bright sky, the printed half a slice of gray moonlight. People on board and drowsy.
The evening is the seat of the bustling town of Dunhuang, Dan Ding composure, not tacky. Peer to Mingsha night, I decided to accompany him. Dinner table, we mentioned this incident, you say no to go, and very easy to get lost, and do not see any. However, we still secretly ran out, and do not tell you, fear you are blocked. We rented two bicycles on the roadside and bought copies of maps, find the path is very simple, we set out. Go for a while, it was found in front of road, it seems to be taking a devious route to go. Fortunately, there is all the way to the bus Mingsha, we can always follow the bus to go. Tian Sean down, and gradually turn into a dark blue, sky lit charming stars. Roadside rank of channeling days straight, Yang, a bright moon hung in the trees. On the road without lights, very quiet, a few turns, I think you for reminding me remember turning desperately to avoid getting lost. Mingsha before finally arrives, you can relax.
That is a ticket gate, we did not go in, can only be separated by iron bars to enjoy Mingsha moonlight. Night of the Sand Hills, gentle and quiet. Sharper like girls skin is smooth and delicate ivory. Moonlight diffuse in four weeks, there are hazy sleep. Distance came Tuoling Sheng, want to come down so late, there are visitors, they must be lying on the golden Sharper finished watching the sunset before I came back, and feel envy.
Backtrack and found that night very bad way to go, and good scare. Return to the town, we have found a home bar is on the top floor balcony, the point of the two tie apricot skin of water, the United States and the United States to sipping. Breeze moon, night Italy sometime, I do not know at this moment you are thinking.
Back to the hotel, roommate of people happy to say you go out at night with their singing, and would have to ask you to join us to go, but how can not find one. Affinity, no chance, only one read between the bar, I think.
Morning at four o'clock Paqi Mingsha come and go to watch the sunrise. Car last night to go through our rugged paths, you asked us what we really came to do last night, and then shook his head. Yamashita lot of camels, we decided to camel up the mountain. Camel is really a very gentle animal, knelt down and wait for us to go ride, and then slowly got up. Peer stroking the hump, this hair nice touch. You laugh at him, is called the camel.
I am riding on the hump on the back to see you, you waved at us, saying that there waiting for us at the Crescent Moon Spring.
1 Tuodui winds in the sand dunes, the desert sounded so melodious Camel, increasingly take the desolate silence that voice full of hope, as far horizon. Our trip to the hillside at the East a gorgeous in a red sun gradually float, golden light scattered. Xiaguang hanging over us, the camel's eyes filled with tenderness. Sand Hills seems to have been awakened, dark shadow gradually clear, bright and dark at the junction, is straight on the back.
Glide sand, camels carried us to the Crescent Moon Spring, my heart is in the hump bumps, heaven and earth on the only blue and yellow. If the Crescent Moon Spring appear, that is a green miracle.
Crescent Moon Spring is really out there, is not a mirage like owning a mirage.
Do not say that the corner to the clear sunlight and white clouds, a single that fountain green, enough to make people walk through the desert ecstatic. Crescent Moon than I imagined to be much larger, fountain pavilions are also beyond my expectation. You did a man squatting there waiting for us, a look of smile. Plenty of time, we threw things you climb up the sand hill barefoot. Sand is very fine and was Managing tan, and skin contact with the sand feels very comfortable. Lying on the Sharper, looking at the foot of the mountain, a large footprints in the sand filled on the left of the back of your loneliness. Sound and silence, but also just a thought.
You are thinking; turned to you, face, or do a brilliant smile, or fatigue and loneliness.
Always thought, you are lively, in fact, silence may be even more true you.
Back to the hotel, wash away the dust, you took us to the Mogao Grottoes. From one cave to another cave, from one dynasty to another dynasty, from one to another kind of cult worship. When the fragmented and scattered fragments pieced together a little bit later, the soul of the Silk Road began to emerge. The straightforward style of writing history, brilliant reply, but it is not just history, it has a living sense of a living person. It is with our blood. On us with its genetic heritage, the memory of thousands of years ago, will be activated at that moment. Gently shake off the dust of years, and those who love and hate, right and wrong clear where we stand, and difficult to explain, but also really important to do so ... ...
Relative to other backs farther Mogao Grottoes, also close to the parting.
The liuyuan station dinner, we boarded a train to Xi'an from Korla. Lanzhou, the train arrived the next afternoon. You wait to eat dinner with us. During the meeting, Gong Dao staggered that you respect us, we quaffed. Some vaguely tipsy, in the elevator with you, shake hands at parting of the time, there had not remember what you say.
Return of the car, can not help but think of you, think of your smile, your voice, your shadow, heart, something in the faint quiver. Planning horizon, a meteor fall.
Think of that day, the first time I see you. After you from my side, I did not notice. My companion and you say hello, you look back to be with, he saw me, I nodded smiling. I finally understand that it is not a professional smile, then he really is sincere greetings, and I did not read.
Gently years went by, silently, as if quicksand, the entanglement of disdain on my fingertips. I have always strange. My thoughts will always floating around in the Qilian Mountains foot, floating in Qinghai lake, floating in the vast desert, which is woven into the film rape of Thangka. Alpine convective clouds, idyllic. I close my eyes, unlimited gorgeous as yesterday was still rushing from the side glide out of the window hastily, as if that is the case since time immemorial hurry, never for whom to stay.
During the faint flashes a bright thing, my heart told me:
That's your shadow, but hurry before, never for whom to stay.
September 2, 2003 in Beijing
Author: prettyecho
