Coming out of the lonely time, sadness is closed

"Sorrow Xiao Guan" | text: Ren Jianqiang

"A story that emerges from a lonely time and extends in the background"

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After walking through Xiaoguan, I pondered for a long time, and I felt a desolate breath in my heart from the bottom of my heart.

Xiao Guan, I slowly approached you, only to find that the memory had begun to blur beyond recognition. The stiff gaze could not be returned for a long time, just like the branches of winter stretched out to the sky as always.

silent. Facing the solidified pale yellow that crashed into my eyes, Xiao Guan and I fell silent together.

Xiao Guan, like a pillar of green smoke swirling upwards, brought a panicked shudder to the Land of Xihai Gudi.

At this moment, without lifting the veil of Xiao Guan, it seems difficult for me to believe that the blood and flesh war of Jinge Iron Horse occurred in Xiao Guan; It seems that it is difficult for me to understand why Li Bai, Li He and other literati and inkers dream of being involved in Xiao Guan, and it is even more difficult to imagine why a sad "Xiao Guan" will become a song that has been sung for eternity.

Standing at Xiao Pass, looking at the vast mountains, gently closing your eyes, your heart will be full of a long-lost feeling. The sunset is sinking towards the distant mountains, the cold wind is carrying the sound of the ancient Qiang flute, and the sound of the wave of shouting and killing seems to be faintly heard in the ear... This ancient city of Xiaoguan also has a lot of sorrow, or just like its name, it is destined to be full of sorrow.

Xiao Guan, for many people, what a strange name. Indeed, because we are so old from them, when I first set foot on this land, I still couldn't believe that the remains of that year could be found. Although you eventually disappeared into nature, the mountain wind in the wilderness still remembers, remembers your mournful whimpering; The long white clouds also remember, remember your original appearance.

Walking through Xiaoguan, you can see dilapidated ancient monuments and broken Hanwa everywhere. The fierce fighting has passed, the shocking white bones are deserted in the weeds, and in the late autumn outside the Cyprus, the plain white is overshadowed. Dedication, dedication, until it is finally reduced to nothing, leaving history with only verses that cannot be eaten.

Looking back, where are you still majestic, the majestic Liupan Mountain is far away, and it is just a passing cloud of silently watching all this. Maybe your favorite is winter, when the snow can completely bury you so that no one knows where you're going. The silent Xiao Guan is still silent, the ancient Xiao Guan is still ancient, but this night is not like this night, last year is not the old age, what night is this night? Can you ask tomorrow, but how many tomorrows are!

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The sunset before sunset paints the whole Xiaoguan with a solemn color. Grab a handful of dirt under your feet, and what permeates it is the infinite loyalty and courage of generations of Shuguan soldiers. The sunset is slanting, hanging on the edge of the western mountain and looking at the vast earth reluctantly.

So much so that you turned into an earthen city or stood tall to the north like this. After many years, I still can feel how the wanderer who can't return to his hometown endures the torment of nostalgia in a foreign land. I walked over the ridge, and every time I had to feel an indescribable shudder; Every time, I must think of the indomitable snow lotus on the iceberg and the climbing lingxiao flower; Every time, I have to touch the texture of history with great love. However, I still can't know exactly how broad your whole thinking is after experiencing the wind and frost and the blood rain. How majestic is your whole gallop?

Interpreting Xiao Guan, I am not an elder with wisdom, holding the color pen of the heart to explore the depth of the rock; Interpreting Xiao Guan, I am just a latecomer, like a sailor sailing in the sea, never scrupulously embracing the glory of the sun for the earth. The athletic eagle soars freely high above the endless blue sky, but is it an eternal telling of the firmament of life? The pious Xiao Guan jumped and burned in the bottomless sea of heart, but the unquenchable love for the land? History is not a closed iron gate, and the deeper the traces of the past are buried, the deeper the meaning for the future.

Interpreting Xiao Guan, I think, I think, I constantly ask, who is the most important thing in language and writing?

Interpreting Xiao Guan, there is a special color in the exhibition, especially dazzling, especially cheerful, especially infectious.

Looking for fragments of memories in the ruins of Xiao Guan, the wind that whistled like a thousand horses could only be felt so deeply in a place like Xiao Guan. The hustle and bustle of the city made it impossible for me to listen to all the languages of the wind, because the crowding of the city made it impossible for me to see the purity and integrity of the sky. The only thing I can do is to try to create a clear and open realm in the inner world, and then listen to the inner wind and count the inner geese, so as to maintain myself as much as possible in the era when it is easy to lose myself.

We often want to answer the question: What am I? I am a newly sprouted plant, I am a drop of blooming dew, I am a lotus buried in the mud. But I want to be the most ordinary city brick on Xiaoguan City, I come from the mountains and bring mountain winds; I came from the sky and brought the blue; In the flow of time, I am a warrior who defends the territory, I have an ageless heart, I grow, and growth makes me stronger.

On the ground, someone sang on the ridge. The singer clings to the shores of life, wheat fields and rice paddies are his never-ending destination.

I chose to leave, since I have been here, since I have seen it, there is no need to go back. Because I am afraid to look back at Xiao Guan, I will never be able to abandon this Sunset and the awe-inspiring Xiao Guan in this life.

Unexpectedly, I thought of Zhaojun, this beautiful Han family woman.

Zhaojun came out of the plug, and under the painter's selfish desire to dip the bubble, he smeared the remnants of the ancient road west wind thin horse willow bend. There was an urgent shepherd's song. Another woman, a gift to the magnates, to appease the turbulent desert smoke thousands of miles away.

Zhaojun, a warm name, uses his beauty to conquer history and quell the war. In this way, she walked toward the depths of Hudi without hesitation, which was a road that could not be returned, and she walked for dozens of days in a row. Dozens of days, in the vast life, what is gained? But those dozens of days were a lifelong affair for her life. The historical Zhaojun fixed her life template: embracing the pipa and walking lonely among the slanting sun and grass. And this desolate and sad Xiao Guan has become the curve of her life turn. "The eyes are cold and the grass is short, and the moon is bitter and frosty." "The vast sand is boundless, and there is no one to see."

The natural environment itself is a kind of suffering, how can Zhaojun's thin shoulders bear these sufferings? The fateful thing can never be shaken off, and as soon as her front foot took a step out of the plug, it was doomed to never return.

"The sun is shining, and no one is returning." Only the geese by the river, flying south in autumn. Zhaojun who went on the mission had a bit of a hero who had never returned, but how could her heart boil? When she paused above Xiao Guan, she thought about it for a long time, her red face shed tears, and she brushed her sleeves away. Zhaojun may understand that she is just a painful code name in history, what else can she expect? Or what do you want?

Xiao Guan, an ancient pass, a silent pass, sleeps peacefully and peacefully forever in the long river of history.

Walking through Xihaigu, walking through Xiaoguan, walking in the wind and sand on the plug, I did not dare to open my eyes to read the age of the trembling trees, and my face was warm with a cloud of fire.

Walking through Liupan Mountain, walking through Xiaoguan, stepping out of the lonely time, the background extends the story, and every detail is wonderful. However, my stone-like thoughts could not hatch the readable passion, and there was only a faint floating of a little sorrow and a little sadness between heaven and earth!

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Pen name: Ren Jianqiang, a white-clad teenager who uses his eyes to perceive people and things, feels sorrow and joy with his heart, and records regrets and beauty with words.

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