? Loneliness in the wilderness
Out of the oil town of Akse, Dunhuang is close. Gradually down the mountain. Looking at the sky in front of the yellow sand, the inner surge of a wave of heat, some excitement. At this time the fiery emotion, not to the big beautiful scenery seen a few days ago a contempt, but those views are unexpected passion. However, for Dunhuang, the desert desire, that is the dream of youth. Years of expectation of things, will soon be realized, the inner excitement and surging, will inevitably be transformed into a wave of heat.
Suddenly, in the sandy mountains connected to the ridge of the sandy mountains, see a long column of light, immobile, surrounded by yellow sand, there is no equipment that can explain the column of light. I stared at it, and kept wondering in my mind if it could be a flying saucer or some other alien planetary civilization. For more than twenty minutes, it kept swaying left and right in front of the car, as if it were a guiding light. Under the hot desert sun, its blinding light was even more of a novelty. In fact, it is just stationary there, moving is us. Sand hills, no matter how I recognize, but also did not get out of the UFO illusion. However, the heart understands that it has nothing to do with extraterrestrial civilization. Asked the guide, the guide is also no solution. At night, inadvertently learned that Dunhuang, Jiuquan City, Jiuquan City, is located in the westernmost tip of the Hexi Corridor, is located in Gansu, Qinghai, Xinjiang, three provinces (regions) at the intersection. Dunhuang should not be far from Jiuquan. When it comes to Jiuquan, the whole country knows the military secret. So the existence of that light column is not mysterious.
Nearly into the city of Dunhuang, we passed the sand hills. I tilted my head and carefully recognized that it was a piece of equipment similar to a reflector, standing alone and mysteriously on the sand hill. It was lonely, soulless, lifeless, just I felt it lonely. However, when we face, a great statue in the desert, I understand the power of loneliness.
Finally saw the desert. I've imagined countless times what it would be like to face a sky full of yellow sand. A feeling is very strong, that is hot. At three o'clock in the afternoon in Dunhuang, the degree of heat to the degree that can not breathe, sunburned red skin.
About 25 kilometers from Dunhuang on the road, a sculpture called "Road to the West", standing alone in the wilderness in the yellow sand. On the towering pedestal is the portrait of the Tang Sanzang, who looks up at the western sky and walks hard on the vast sand dunes. On the pedestal there are a few lines of inscription: this is 1750 kilometers from Islamabad, 2100 kilometers from Samarkand ......
In an empty and barren, the more desolate and arduous, but let a person inexplicably be shocked to! Although Xuanzang is alone, but his heart kicked faith, but not alone.
Dunhuang, a fragment of memory.
Since childhood, a little yearning. The yearning comes from every New Year's Eve, the family bought a few New Year's paintings. Maybe it's because my mom likes it, and every year there's a woman, or a Ferris Bueller's Day Off New Year's Eve painting. Slender, flying head bunched up, the upper body clothed in a bare mesh body suit, waist tie long skirt, shoulders wearing colorful ribbons, flying in the wind. Scattered around the smallpox, clouds drifting, dress fluttering, posture charming and enchanting.
Flying brings a wealth of imagination, since childhood, on the outside world, on the Dunhuang gave birth to many fantasies, dreaming that one day you can go to Dunhuang, take a look at the stunning flying sky.
The cause of this trip to the Northwest Great Circle Line is because of my daughter's desire to see the cave murals in Dunhuang, a desert oasis.
It is said that if you have a dream, you have to realize it, and if you have an ideal, you have to pursue it. If there is no daughter counterparts, perhaps, my Dunhuang flying dream, it is likely to be a dream, a childhood dream, and eventually become a fragment of memory. As the age increases, the pursuit of things less and less, but is like to be happy with the situation.
Maybe it's a beautiful day, the trip, stay in Dunhuang two nights. The first time we arrived at Dunhuang, it was already six o'clock in the evening. The sun is still high in the sky, the temperature is thirty-eight degrees, a hot. This is the only city where the temperature is similar to that of the mainland after we have continuously climbed over the mountains. After checking into the hotel, my daughter was a little excited, many days of walking, finally change the real face of the dream.
On the road, sent a lot of travel scenery photos, an old friend many years ago was informed that I was going to Dunhuang, he happened to be in Dunhuang on business for half a year, the city of Dunhuang is more familiar with him, he would like to invite me to dinner with my daughter. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to. After sending my hotel location, two minutes to send over his location. Coincidentally, I stayed in the hotel and his hotel just across the road.
I sat in the hotel card seat, through the floor-to-ceiling windows looking across the hotel's front door, a slanting sun hit the hotel lintel. The thing about time is that it passes so quickly. Suddenly remembered that the last time we met, now it has been twenty-five years, more than eight thousand four hundred days and nights. So many days and nights, a person who was once so familiar fell into the days of the fine, become blurred.
I distinguish the person who pushed the door out, looked around for a moment, crossed the street with a big stride, and ran two steps. Old, as I am. Fat, as I am. The moment Tomo pushed the door open, I got up to meet him. Stared at me, shook his head, blossomed, some more.
No matter how strong the feelings were at the beginning, separated, strange. Once loved two people, such as if separated, it seems that even friendship can not exist.
After looking at the street restaurants, nothing to eat, and finally choose to eat noodles. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'll be able to do it. You shallow smile, think how it should be four dishes and a soup. As in the past like a smile, still lurks a little bit of self-righteousness, think I do not know how to do everything, no idea. However, time has changed everything, the role of the change, so that I am immensely powerful.
The table by the window, in a vaguely unfamiliar atmosphere, talk about after the separation, talk about regret, talk about helplessness, talk about missing. However, regret, helplessness, miss ...... are inevitable. I did not say, just listening.
Very late, the plateau of the setting sun, still hanging in the west, issued dazzling light. Look at the west as the fire of the evening sun, look at the river lively square dance moms, leisurely dance, has been nine o'clock, my eyes have been astringent, some tiredness.
This oasis in the desert, the sky is still bright, dry and warm environment, compared with the home is the heat of the climate, physically feel more comfortable.
Before going to bed at night, my daughter said excitedly that tomorrow we can finally visit the Mogao Grottoes, but it is a pity that we can only visit four caves. Daughter for the ancient architecture, antiquity preference is very strong, I do not know why she will be a distant ancient relics, stop for a long time, I do not know to stop at that moment, her mind in the end what she was thinking about, the formation of what logic and thinking, to face the seemingly cold and mysterious antiquity. Learning archaeology and reading history are her favorite things. Not before the trip, she has long been on the phone to check the Dunhuang Mogao Caves profile and browse the hot spots, do your homework.
One night is best dreamless.