In the ruins of the ancient city of Ji Cheng, all I touched was a monument.
Behind it is an apple that is about to ripen.
Heavy, bending the present like the past.
A passer-by like me
On the ruins of time, stay for a while
Posing for photos is as fleeting as history.
You can imagine those people in the ancient city of Ji Cheng.
Their times are rambling.
There are rules. 20 10 Jingning in Mid-Autumn
I can't help thinking: big apples and branches and leaves.
Are their roots rooted in the ancient city of Jicheng?
On many bones and souls
People who think they were born fast should be depressed here.
Or laugh. Between walking, my shoulder was hurt by Apple's face.
Then there was a shower.
With all the people in the same trade gone, I came to the stone tablet at the site of the ancient city of Ji Cheng.
When I stopped and walked to the side of the road.
The shoulder was suddenly patted, like a ripe ear of corn.
It looks like a golden palm from a distance.
2. Think of General Fei of Li Dian Town.
I thought of General Fei, who is still thousands of years away from me.
Kind people. I often want to be with him.
Killing on the battlefield in BC. I came here in the name of Mu Li Guang.
In today's Jingning, the name Li Guang may be old or silent.
Just like the rivers and villages you can see when you stand on the mountainside.
This is what everyone loves. One is standing with a long sword.
A fallen man is still standing. Thousands of years have passed, and I am still under the command of General Fei.
An incompetent soldier. I have always wanted to visit his temple.
He was molded under clay sculpture.
Cry, or dust falls on his eyelashes.
But now all I see is a fallen sleigh.
Small commodities piled up like mountains, people dressed simply, and the ruts were dry.
The low hillside is uneven upward, in the room where everyone gathers.
I like them, too. They have two red mouths.
Eat red apples. There are my favorite potatoes in the canteen at noon.
A room full of fellow travelers, one for each person, has never been so delicious.
Driving up the hill, I'm still thinking about General Fei.
Go back and remember his birthplace with your eyes.
Jingning's appearance has some Sichuan flavor.
Weeds all over the mountain have been harvested by time.
In Lidian Town, Jingning, my heart has been hanging in the air.
A heart is warmed by a famous soldier in an empty shirt or under his arm.
3. Apple
Baby, I haven't shouted like this for a long time.
I feel shy. I don't have a pretty face in front of you.
It looks as good as you.
My bones also shed sweet juice.
Your chest is bulging. Let me have a bite.
It is white. How many people want to live a drunken life in it?
I'll take another bite. The beauty of it.
Heartbreaking, broken in God's dimple.
Everything starts with taste.
To the soul. I felt a surge of vastness from the beginning.
Just like our previous lives, in a drop of rain and a gust of wind.
-Have a lasting, intense, selfless and even turning over bliss.
We still love each other, and every time we lightning Shi Huo.
It takes root and sprouts every time.
In a sweet, crisp and focused way.
In the field of human beings, we spend it with all life.
I think this is the apple, every tooth and tip of the tongue in the world.
Stomach and blood become an undercurrent river.
Every touch should be a song of gratitude.
Every bite is to drink this sweet bone blood.
4. Jingning's friend
It was raining when I arrived.
The rain soaked my heart, but my clothes were dry.
In the bar near the hotel
Li Xinli drinks a lot, and I drink a little.
Man Qiang is a bit furtive, and Quan Bao pretends to be a poet.
Then the scholar Ma Qingshan, the thinnest' Guo Xiaoqi'.
I hugged and hugged Rebecca, but she wouldn't call me brother.
Su Li didn't come back until dinner. I thought about it for a long time.
Later, she was accompanied by Wang Zhisan, an old-timer and three or five beautiful women.
Two tall and strong men, drinking tea and chatting together.
Shan Yongzhen, big men have women's names. Ma Zhanxiang laughed.
Just like a big eggplant that is ripe and still blooming. Wang Huailing sent me poems in bed.
These three men from Xihaigu, plus Jingning's.
In Lanzhou, these guys eat, drink and sing all day, turning Xiong Man, a little girl from Hubei.
When the children are around. I said good people shouldn't be so lewd!
ChanYongZhen want to break with me, Li Manqiang and Guo Xiaoqi took the opportunity to hug others from behind.
I said that I am actually a human being, and I can say nice things, and quiet separation and her poems are the best.
I also like cheerful Liu Shuji, a sexy horse reporter.
That little sister Wang is so cute that people have nothing to say.
At the dinner table, I loudly announced that there are good men and women in the world.
I love all of you, especially the 123456 I met in Jingning.
This is Jingning in Longdong. Leaves fall in autumn.
The sun splashed water on the face. These people from the southeast and northwest
After three days together, Wang Huailing drove first and left in the afternoon.
Later, a man named Shan Yongzhen was actually a very elegant Ma Zhanxiang.
Su Li, who had few words, chatted with the editor-in-chief of Castle Peak, while Guo Xiaoqi hid in the room for a cup of tea to relieve the hangover.
I ate some breakfast, said goodbye to one another in the hotel and hugged one or two friends three times.
At Jingning bus station, I hugged Li Manqiang again, and everyone at the station watched.
He said to himself, these people have been quarreling for several days.
That's not enough. At the station, I'm leaving. I'm looking forward to seeing him again.
Step 5 cross Liupan Mountain
This is Liupanshan. I've only seen it in other people's poems before.
The name is very rigid
Snow and blood. I took a long-distance bus on the Mid-Autumn Festival in 20XX.
A person climbed over and his body kept rising.
My heart is sinking. Weeds are doing their last stretch in the wind.
Outside the roadside village, they were all eaten by dirty sheep.
How did the red flag float on Liupan Mountain?
Looking at the stone shop in the distance, the quiet Xihaigu is full of loess at the moment.
Passing Guyuan, I thought of Shan Yongzhen who was still eating beef noodles in Jingning.
Wang Huailing, who is very manly. When I arrived at Tongxin, I suddenly remembered Ma Zhanxiang, nicknamed Ma Eggplant.
The corn and poplars outside the window covered the Huangshaliang in the north of the sky.
There are some white hats, blue headscarves and some sunshine.
From the place deviating from Xihaigu, it shakes like a broken feather outside the windy bus.
On the way down the mountain, I always worry.
The car accidentally derailed or hit another car head-on.
Fortunately, the roads in Liupan Mountain are relatively slack.
Coming from behind or in front, it either arrives or passes by.
I took out my camera to take pictures, but I couldn't find the right place.
The huge Liupanshan Mountain is just a close-up haystack.
One of the few rocks, wild flowers are low among thorns.
Shake your head alone. I have to give up, so I have to come up with some radical ideas.
Put it with the camera. in other words
I haven't seen anything up and down Liupanshan for more than an hour.
I just feel tired. All I know is that the bus I take will definitely go to Yinchuan.