Text / Liang Fugui
Reluctantly leaving Zhangye Danxia, they went straight west, into the desert, to Dunhuang.
Dunhuang belonged to Guazhou in ancient times, which was the location of Yumen Pass and Yang Pass in the Han Dynasty. The ancients sighed, Why should qiangdi complain about the willows, the spring wind does not close the jade gate! The world has changed in a thousand ways, the characters have long been ancient, and the cultural heritage of the Silk Road that has been relict for thousands of years has a long history!
The desert, the fate of the peach blossom, has always been a knot in their hearts, starting from Wang Wei and originating from Sanmao! Sanmao's Sahara carries the most feminine love. Every day with Jose was so plain that people were jealous. After Jose died, she came alone to the northwest of the motherland, saw every grain of sand in the Mingsha Mountains, and thought of the Sahara. A year later, Sanmao lost his own flesh, and entrusted the deceased to bury his beloved things in the Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang, and then the soul returned to his hometown, so that hope was once again sublimated in the lonely smoke of the desert!
They deeply inhaled the dry air of a foreign country, tasted the magnificence of "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river is full of sunsets", and rejoiced in the rewards after the long journey. The couple is not buried by life, but in a positive posture, out of the shackles of the world, will hold hands until they reach the end of the world.
They headed west, chasing the peach blossom-like sun. Three thousand miles of clouds and moons, chasing sand and dreaming of silk road! People who love each other hold hands, they see the beauty that most people have not seen, they come to places that no one else has visited, they have heard dialects that others have not heard, and they have eaten delicacies that others have not eaten.
Happiness is just that, there is no such thing as not being entangled, there is no reluctance and greed! They climbed up the Ridge of Mingsha Mountain, and the beautiful crescent spring came into view, so beautiful, beautiful and messy! Even the words are exhausted, and I can't find words to describe them in my mind! There is no deliberate carving, no half-creation, it is the presentation of natural original ecology! With their hearts fluctuating, they happily embraced each other and danced on the sand dunes, rolling over and over until they reached the edge of the dunes, splashing a slippery sand dust, and getting rid of the miasma of the smoke of the sand mountain. That scene is no less than last night's wind and rain, overturning the river and the sea!
Desert, here we come! No wonder Sanmao loves the desert so much. "Whenever I think of you, the sky will drop a grain of sand, and from then on there will be a Sahara", every time they read the sentence of Sanmao's most sincere feelings, the couple is thinking that one day, they will also see the vast and tender sand sea and hear the camel bell. When the wind and sand rise, you can't see the faces of the people coming, but you will find a rain dream that you yearn for!
Today, the facts have made the lovers, and the desert dream has finally come true! After playing ShaLaoton, they rushed to the night market in Dunhuang to get two bottles of red wine, choose all the desert food, and enjoy the beautiful song and dance "Silk Road Flower Rain" while you cup me. Excited, she jumped on the open-air stage from time to time, singing and dancing softly, and appearing to bounce the lute. It was not until the middle of the moon that they supported each other back to the residence in a slight drunkenness. This night, the couple condensed the story, borrowed a full moon in the desert, and burned the heart knot of the red beans into the sea in the luminous cup, boiling hot and drinking, inevitably wind and rain!
The Boya Zhuangsu in Dunhuang is a splendid historical peach blossom that blooms in the crescent moon. The indelible fragrance hovers over time, and the smell of the dragon grows on the fingertips of Dunhuang. The wind blows the spring water, and the sand mountain shakes. A few small grasses, chased by the sun, escaped like yin red root whiskers born on her lips, unable to hide from his affection like cattle and sheep. The Buddha in the Mogao Caves, even if he abstained from fasting and sat and watched the clouds rise, he no longer flew into the sky.
On the face of the wind, the cinnabar mole is still there, probably because it has been living in the north for a long time, it looks like a small flower umbrella from Jiangnan, which can't cover the lonely smoke. There was not a hint of lilac-like sorrow in the Qiangdi. In the long river, the sunset is round!
It's another millennium, and it's time that makes love and art endure. Even if the years have wrinkled and the horseshoe tramples on the desert, Dunhuang and the couple will not cry again. Because the rebound pipa is imminent, the crescent spring water is clear, and it is a lingering companion!
Chasing the sunshine of the peach blossoms, they came to Yangguan, Yumenguan, the Great Wall of Han, and finally arrived at the Yadan Devil City.
Passing through Yumen Pass, I didn't expect that in the "Liangzhou Words" chanted at school, "Spring Breeze Does Not Du Yumen Pass" and "Lonely City Looking at Yumen Pass", they really saw it today.
Yumen Pass was founded in the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and was once a prosperous place on the Silk Road, and the Hotan Jade in Xinjiang passed out of the customs here to the Central Plains, so it was named Yumen Pass. Outside the pass is the endless Gobi Desert, which looks gaunt and lonely compared to the golden desert. Yumen Pass, now as if it were an abandoned castle, the golden iron horse and the rich armor of the merchants and travelers have long gone, and even the complete Han Great Wall can't help but sigh. ay! Zhuangzi said that there is great beauty in heaven and earth. But the couple was ecstatic, as if holding hands to go where they wanted to go, and the whole world would make way for them!
In the desert westbound, ordinary people's small emotions are difficult to carry spring, but they are all sprouting!
Those years of pure death in the desert, even if it is the inspiration of the sun and the eyes, it is still difficult to wake up. Yes, a breeze, not chaotic and worried, had to unbutton the clothes of history, let a small boat, depressed in the ancient clay pot wandering.
Their arrival made the sunlight somewhat ambiguous, lazily dwelling in the wind of time; the rusty Han city walls had some mottled halos. Without the blessing of the Buddha, you can only pick up a few fragments of the rusty camel's hoof prints, and then continue westward. Let them be as violent as wine and torture them!
What a tragedy! They struggled to climb the dunes, looking for details of the lonely smoke in The Han Tang Dynasty. The autumn wind is roaring, bringing grains of sand into its pockets. There is no water here, but there are waves. Sunlight, led by the Gobi, makes it impossible for autumn water to lap the shore. The monster of the wind, sometimes singing on its back, sometimes singing in a shallow voice, whimpering in the history of the hanging. The most beautiful, to count the sunset loyal plot, embed yourself in the peace of the Gobi, not entangled, not remorseful, plus the wind to boost a force, as if there is a lover penetrating the other side's atrium, the shadows all disappear, the dawn blooms flowers again!
The goshawk sat guarding the thousand-year-old bright moon. The road, getting thinner and thinner, is no longer a stretch of silk. Only the wind of the desert, singing and singing, walked into the isolated city. Customs clearance and retreats are treasured by the history of yellowing. A mound, higher than the sun, moon and stars. Hetian Yu, do not complain about anything, whether it is spring wind, degree or not, must go in and out of the door! Yumen Guan, still holding his head high with passion, still sitting in the sun waiting for the spring breeze to blow the willows, with the grace of a mountain, for the passers-by to exert their full strength, willing to be coordinates, pointing out the mystery. It's hot, tear a cloud to wipe the sweat; it's cold, hug your body tightly for warmth! How much like him who took her body and mind into his arms!
Their arrival was different. Today, tens of millions of years later, the Buddha appeared alone for this pair of lovely people in this desert golden sea, and along the way, the light was dazzling, and the blessing star was shining high, as if Alan Ruo appeared. They do not seek the scriptures of the sun and the moon, the pink of spring and autumn, but may each other's desert evergreen, and the shackles be nothing! Let the wild cloud vine grass that is loved in your heart breed with the warm sun of the peach blossoms, like this vast Gobi, turning into a stretch of wild sand, reckless into the sky! Carrying the dream forward, the hook moon is like a dot, smudging the singing of the desert lonely smoke; the staggered luminous cup, amber is pleasant, as if leading them into the yo-yo Han Tang!
The Gobi slept, and the wind sent greetings from the Buddha. The mountain road widens from a narrow place to the open space of the western region. The desert is poor and autumn, and the grass is politely bowed, like the Han and Tang handmaidens, bidding farewell to their progress. The three stacks of "Yang Guan" have passed, and the Qiang flute has blown even more, swallowing all the blue sky and clouds. Willow pounded her chest and watched the wind hold the sand dune and cry. A kind of crazy lyricism, there is no need to use reason to shave for tomorrow; the romance that grows in the wilderness, without the slightest sigh. Out of Yangguan in the west, they measured heaven with entanglement and loyalty. The singing voice of power, only for a "love" word shout, they will never choose to sink half a point!
From Yumenguan to Yadan Geopark, all the way is the vast Gobi Desert, and the looming Gobi plants fuel the vitality. Like their love, these plants were accustomed to the scorching heat of the day and the desolation of the night, and the occasional howling of the wind did not frighten them, but stood proudly on the land.
Yadan Devil City is very domineering and moody. Like the West Sea Fleet, it marched majestically into the vast sea of sand. The wind blows through the rocks, the mountains roar tsunami, and the ships are fired in unison; the lonely smoke is thick, and the turbid waves are monstrous. Sometimes calmly and calmly, singing softly and whispering; sometimes ghosts cry wolf howls, and mourning is everywhere. They rented a scenic transportation car, just like a travel boat, wandering in the sea of flood and sand. She was very excited, simply took off her coat, took off the shawl as a long skirt, locked it with a hairpin, and placed all kinds of POS in the sunset, a jump, I wanted him to shoot a "Yadan Trapeze", but unexpectedly, the hat flew in the sky, the hairpin broke free, the shawl landed, exposed in the flood, revealing two white lotus roots, and the light of the sun, beautiful! Fortunately, the male tour guide hid in a cool corner and smoked, so he was spared from being exposed in broad daylight, and only his lover could witness it quickly and enjoy it!
It's providential and there's no need for man. In Devil's Town, the sun and yellow sand rise and set as you please. The prayer flag could not withstand the torture and withered; the small mound that had been lined up for thousands of years was still holding its head high, as if waiting for an unforgettable love, unable to sleep in the desert. But the wind is awake, crushing the clouds from time to time and pouring salt into the air. Mo asked the autumn wind to close the mountain moon, lonely smoke, can not blow away the sun to kill the pain of peach blossoms, at that moment, the long skirt fell, the jade lotus flooded, must have stirred up the poetry of the photography lover!
The desert, like an old man of time, is full of ravines and sores, only the wind and sunshine, like this couple, are the protagonists here, singing tragic and strong and soft side poems on the Gobi and the desert. The Gobi and the desert are just right for them to use the power of love to reclaim the wilderness. All the way to the sound, spread out in the itinerary. The wind conveys auspicious and pleasant stories. Occasionally, a red willow swayed, like a dream awakened by the laughter of peach blossoms. Another is a pillar of lonely smoke, which blooms freely under the protection of the Buddha. Heat waves, like love in the night, are constantly climaxing. It seems that the clouds and the sunshine have killed the peach blossoms, and reading the desert book, they have fallen in love with it!