Get up in the morning, walk out of the warm hotel, and walk into the sleepy-eyed street. The wind, very hard; man, no shadow. Only the young man on the roadside sign who was running seemed like an arrow off the string. I walked unhurriedly. After about half an hour, Fang saw one or two morning runners.
- Tao, not alone.
Just when I could think of anything and think of nothing, a group of desert boats across the road came into my sight. In fact, to say that it is a team is slightly exaggerated. Six camels, to be precise. Every three of them formed a family, arranged in a straight line, and seemed to have a firm step, and seemed to have a clear goal, and were moving forward step by step.
In the empty streets of the early morning, except for the occasional roaring car, except for the hard-working cleaners, there are really few early walkers - I am a "foreign country" rushing by here. I was fascinated by this caravan of camels that traveled day and night.
Walking to the intersection not far in front of him, crossing the road—more than Zhang Qian's chiseling, or the Tang monk's path of taking the scriptures, I don't know how many tens of thousands of times it is easy—turned back and walked to the camels. I couldn't bear to touch her, for fear of disturbing them. Quietly, alone, looking foolishly, this is finally looking carefully. Six camels, divided into two groups. One group is red camels and one group is blue camels; each group is a pair of parents and one child. Interestingly, the red camel family is the father and mother in front, and the child is next; the blue camel family is the opposite, the child walks in front, and the father and mother follow.
That's kind of interesting.
Let's start with the Red Camel family. Parents are in front and children are followed. You can't help but think of the common scene in reality that most families, most parents, shield their children from the wind and rain, and pave the way for their children. The blue camel family, on the other hand, let the children go on a rampage, and the parents just followed close behind, watching without leaving, or watching. Thinking of this, the words "captive" and "stocking" popped into my head. Which is right? What's wrong? I'm afraid it's hard to say for a while. Just like the "double subtraction" in full swing, no matter what kind of student or family, should or must it be "subtracted" without compromise? Not quite.
Such wild thoughts, hard winds, silently reminded me that I was standing next to the camel caravan for a while. The hands, some of which did not listen to the call, were frozen unfavorably. The hands were trumpet-shaped, put to the mouth, and cared for a while, before the six camels and the two families were more formally fixed on the mobile phone.
Subconsciously looked at the number of steps in the "WeChat Movement", obedient, has exceeded 5,000 steps! The hands of the watch are also past 7 o'clock. I've been walking hard in the wind for more than an hour.
There are more and more cars on the road. There are more pedestrians on the trail, and gradually more and more. The small city that was stuffed with it also woke up completely.
Back in the warm and comfortable room, the air conditioner is soft and soft, and it is even warmer. Thinking of the camels of Fangcai again, thinking of Zhang Qian, the Marquis of Bowang more than two thousand years ago, and thinking of the Tang monks who were loved by the fairies and fairies, in addition to the above words, they also put together a few sentences like "words" but no "cards". say:
Don't hear the camel's bell, but see the camel's desire to do. The Silk Road flowers and rain are romantic, and the white bones are used as roads. Millennia chiseled hollow, communicating between the west and the east. The blue wisp of the road is a high-ranking monk who has gone through all kinds of dangers. What about the scruffy? One for the great han, one for the true scriptures. Now the Belt and Road Initiative, huanyu is cool and hot, and China is rejuvenated.
December 8, 2021 Morning Travel