People often say, "If you love someone, take him to Ejinjina, because it's paradise. If you hate a person, take him to Ejina; because there is hell." And why on earth would I want to go there? Is it for nostalgia or to escape nostalgia, or, or, just to meet and my long withered and cool heart?
I don't know, but my son and I simply packed our bags and rushed to the most beautiful show before the end of life.
All the way to the west, the train drove through the hustle and bustle and lush, the temperature is much lower than before. In the carriage, filled with a dusty flavor, some choking. Lift the curtains, under the moonlight, the car itself into the vastness of the Gobi. There is no light, starlight is also very dim; son and the same carriage have entered the dreamland. In the breath of sound, I was fully concentrated on my own speed in the desert, suddenly had a different kind of loneliness: I was so awake, never stayed in the dream ...
At this moment, I know: I came to the legend of the three dry years.
Three dry years, in the person should be the previous life and the next life cycle; and the encounter with the poplar, perhaps the only one in the cycle of three lives. I'm not sure if I'm going to find the promise I buried a thousand years ago under the withered branches of this tree. Will I find my way in the vast desert?
Whether or not I came to find the answer, the desolate desert poplar responded to me with its most beautiful gesture and most gorgeous life.
I have never seen such autumn colors, layers and layers of intertwined with a piece of gold, or thick or light cover the top of the blue sky, and even the white clouds also drifted very far. I don't want to get too close to this strong and cold color, and I'm afraid to make myself dull.
From a ditch all the way to, step by step, around everywhere is a short gun shooter. The desolate desert, once lonely poplar forest, ushered in its life in the prosperous and noisy moment.
Walking in the forest, the old trunk, new branches, red maple, artemisia, sand dunes, water nao.... The eyes are full of scenery; there are some scattered in the sand in different shapes of the withered branches, became the son's eyes countless treasures. Has been replaced to pick up, finally, the hands of the competition has a cool Chinese ancient weapon tongue spear branch, all the way to dance, really like. Just from the four-way bridge out, was left by the scenic staff, "do not take away a grass and trees here", son, although reluctant to give up, but still consciously poked it into the sand.
From one bridge to four bridges, the hike took nearly four hours. Because of the time constraints and my son's exhaustion, I came out to take the ferry to other attractions.
The most beautiful scenic spots in the poplar forest are the three bridges, the seven bridges, and the eight bridges, and the time we have left is running out. So we had to take the car straight to the eight bridge, just in the window of the car to look at the desert and the star-studded sea and then back to the seven bridge of the dream forest, where the poplar forest is the most prestigious place.
The autumn here came a little earlier, many leaves have been significantly withered, the color faded a little, the ground of the fallen leaves is also obviously more. Blue sky, white clouds, golden poplar are reflected in the water, like a dream, as if really in the fairyland. At this point, any of you is the most awkward traveler with the most crude lens, can also shoot a picturesque fairyland on earth.
After getting out of the seven bridges, my son also wanted to go to the eight bridges to roll on the sand dunes, but unfortunately the time is not enough. Only because the front hiking time is too long, so it left a small regret.
In fact, in real life, we should do some decisive trade-offs. If, always stay around every little scenery, we will therefore miss the more beautiful scenery.
In fact, the most exciting beauty of the poplar forest is the place locals call "strange woods". Where many dry branches stand up in the desert, maintaining the posture of life once. Before, visit the poplar forest in the autumn wind just like a gorgeous yellow butterfly dancing, more or less there is some charm; and here, the scenery is only the vicissitudes and heavy. An old and dry tree trunks, through the changes of the times and carvings, guarding the dream of the desert in the dry years. They are strange and strange, and their forms are all different. They lie prostrate, or they cry out to the sky, or they bend their fingers, or they are sad and awe-inspiring... This is a group of unwilling souls in the desert of the extinction song. Even here, so barren, so desolate; and they do not leave the unswerving perseverance, competing last dry years. Sand and dust, more increase the sadness and bleakness of this place. The sky is suddenly muddy, but an unyielding soul is still stubbornly facing the sunrise pointing to the sunset, with dry years of perseverance to complete the life of another eternal splendor after the extinction song.
The most beautiful view of the strange forest is when the sun sets, and the blood-colored afterglow adds a touch of mystery and bleakness to the shadow of the trees. The most important thing is that we can't enjoy the strange forest under the desert sunset, but we can only leave the beauty of this imagined coldness in our imagination...
The short trip to Ejinar is over, enjoy the beauty of the poplar forest is only a few days; but I am in this especially short days in the taste of endless magnificent and desolate beauty, recall the vicissitudes of history, touching the solidified time. I think: I will not come here again, whether it is heaven or hell, whether you come to dabble in the autumn scenery or to feel the sadness of life and the vicissitudes of cool, here once has been enough.
Think of the thousand-year-old poplar, will think of you far away.