There is always a place called "feelings" in everyone's heart, maybe it's the person in the midnight dream, maybe it's a distant place called "poetry", maybe it's the softest touch of cinnabar in the heart , like a thorn piercing the apex of the heart, it hurts so much at the slightest touch. In short, it lingers in the heart for a long time and will never be forgotten.
Some people say: "Tibet is a disease that cannot be cured unless it is treated." I think what is not yet reached in the heart is a disease that can never be cured. "Like Mr. Qian Zhongshu's "The Besieged City", people inside the city want to go out and have a look, and people outside the city want to come in and have a look. Like Mr. Sanmao's "The Story of the Sahara", when you think of the desert, you think of the Sahara, and when you think of love, you think of the Sahara. Thinking of you. But what I miss most is the northwest. Wanting to go for a walk has become an unforgettable obsession in my heart.
I close my eyes: I want to see "the lonely smoke in the desert and the sunset over the long river." I want to see the roar of the wind and sand in the desert; I want to see the rows of poplars as straight and tough as in "Ode to the Poplars"; I want to see the simple folk culture there, and I want to see the children in the desert. An innocent smile.
There is no wound that cannot be healed. I want to go to the northwest and let the wind and sand in the northwest smooth away the wounds in my heart.
I used to love traveling and I can’t wait to do so. Go to the northwest and imagine that you are a soaring eagle flying in the Gobi desert. You feel that the land is vast, rich in resources, and full of kindness. When you pack your bags for a long journey, you hear a voice in your heart the moment you put your bags on your back. Ask yourself, “Are you suitable to pack your bags and hit the road now? "Yeah, the northwest in my mind" A car, a backpack, and a person. ”
The road must keep moving forward, because there is a dream ahead.
Later, I got my own car and a certain financial ability, but I lacked the ability to leave as soon as I said so. Time.
You need to have a dream. If you don’t try, how will you know if it comes true?
I quit my job and prepared for that wandering and lonely trip. Man's exile, I want the northwest wind to blow my eyes, I can imagine the wind and sand mixed with tears but reluctant to blink of joy... But it was delayed because of an accident, and the life in my heart was blocked.
In the following years, I also traveled on my own and traveled to many places; I also followed a tour group on "tours" all over the world. "Traveling" is like a wish that has been fulfilled. Once you go there, it becomes a memory. I have just been there. I once had the opportunity to stop in Xi'an, Shaanxi Province, the place closest to the northwest, and linger in the Everlasting City of the Tang Dynasty. Watching all the singing and dancing, I marveled at the ancient and long-standing cultural heritage, but did not go deeper.
Time is easy to remember, but also easy to change.
Travel. It's like an exile. Now I don't like traveling alone. It's not that I'm lonely, but I want to stay in a strange place for a while, have a long chat with the residents there, listen to local stories, and learn one or two interesting local sayings. Dialect... Maybe staying is the best way to settle down.
The farthest place I have been to is Inner Mongolia. The wind blowing the wheat waves against the blue sky makes people breathless. The enthusiasm of Hada and the horses. The freedom of milk wine, off-roading in the desert, rafting on the Luanhe River... While in Cao Ying, I was thinking about what the style and feelings would be like if I were in the northwest at this moment.
Northwest is a sacred place. If you don’t feel good about it, you shouldn’t touch it. That would be a blasphemy to her.
Northwest, no matter how many places I have walked through, I have never stopped for you; Northwest. , the cinnabar in my heart, my feelings, I want to have the opportunity to kiss you