Three thousand miles away in northern Shaanxi, the clouds fall in Yun Sheng, and the moon is short and round. The journey is difficult. After Jinsuo Pass, the smaller the mountain, the more sheep there are, and the limelight is getting worse every day, and homesickness is coming to mind every day. At dusk, a person walks on the ravine beam, and the wind from east to west blows like a saw. In broad daylight, a person lies on the bunk bed and listens to the chirping of crickets outside Chai Fei, so he has to turn over the edge and fill the poem, thinking that confidant is the deepest and deepest experience. But I kept going north. Trilateral, what a charming and mysterious place this is. I know that the better the place, the harder it is to go, and the fewer people go, the more worthwhile it is to go.
After Yan 'an, the car entered Yulin area. It didn't take two days to get to the bottom of the ditch, which was embarrassing. Just see the yellow sky indifferent, Huangshan in a daze. This car is like a little reptile, and it seems that it will never get out of this yellow color. On the third day, I occasionally saw the trees on the top of the mountain, green, yellow or red, which set the sky high, like the sun suddenly falling from the sky, like a flare suddenly played on the battlefield. I guessed that Trilateral should be in a different place, but the car refused to stop after a long walk. There are more and more poplars. The poplars in southern Shaanxi grow by the river, but the poplars here are high and breathtaking. The leaves in September are all yellow, yellow is impure, red is yellow-green, yellow is green, natural color and natural shade are strange again. Moreover, the scope of the mountain has obviously increased, but the ditch is particularly deep, three or two steps wide, and it has been going down for twenty feet and thirty feet. At the bottom is a finger-wide water bar, bright. Occasionally there are people on the roadside. One family, one hospital, a cluster of three households. The front wall is thin, the gable is thin, the top is slightly inclined, and it is not brick or tile. There is mud on it, and the enlarged matchbox is lifelike. The earth wall on the roadside was dug out with a shovel, and the surface was chiseled into fish scales. The herringbone pattern is all black and covered with moss, which lasts for thousands of years. Every village has a restaurant. In addition to mutton, we often see someone holding a cooked sheep's head with oil on his mouth and oil on his face. The old man wore a sheepskin coat, staggered and carried a pair of sheep intestines, went down to the river and washed along the ditch. A three-or four-foot launcher was tied to his arm like a rope. Five or six fat dogs were bored around the car, barking and barking, and the four mountains were empty.
Haven't the three parties arrived yet? The top of the mountain became smaller and shorter, and finally flattened like paralysis. The depression of a few days and nights on the mountain has almost shrunk a lot. As soon as they got out of the mountain, the car jumped fast on the road, and people jumped on it happily, but soon the wind became strong and they got goose bumps. What is this place? So open, the sky can't see the edges and edges, it's all yellow sand; Here and there, there are countless small hollow bags, which can be said to be a big blanket spread by Hua. This is not true. It seems that as soon as you step on the bag, the bag goes down and the hollow gets up. There is hardly any grass or trees. The sky and the earth are the same color, and the two tapes extend forward in parallel and are separated by the driving of cars. The road is soft, but as soon as the wind passes, it raises a piece of dust, which looks like a long fuse from a distance. It's just that the wind and sand whirled and hit the car. After closing the window, I still heard the sand jingling on the glass.
At Dingbian, it was already dark, three miles out of the city and into the green world. If the donkey driver hadn't reminded me, who would have thought that this was not a forest, but a county seat? So I learned that if there is a cluster of trees on these three sides, there will be a family, a tree, a village and a forest, which should be a town or county: the sky is parallel to the ground, and the trees are as long as people. This is a three-sided feature. The road in the forest has been paved, there is no wind and no sand, leaves are all over the ground, and they are piled up in the sand nest on the side of the road to sweep firewood. There are houses on both sides gradually, although they are also in the shape of matchboxes, but after all, they are clean and lovely, with doors and windows facing the roof, which is more exquisite. The plaid is painted blue, the stickers are yellow, red, green and white, and there are window grilles, birds and animals, flowers, birds, insects and fish in various ways. Windows are the eyes of the house. When you look through it, you can clearly see the host's home scenery and mood. The streets are surprisingly wide, and every yard can be used as a stadium, which makes people who are good at crowded big cities imagine that if a blind person comes here, he won't need a scout stick or hit a wall. Looking at every lane from the street, the blue tiles are the same color. A closer look reveals that every piece of ground in the whole county is covered with blue bricks. Are these rooted trees and these heavy bricks guarding the county on the sandy plain? The street lamp is on, and there are many people walking around. Few people are seen these days. So everyone is here. Almost all men wear sanitary hats, their faces are black, their hats are white, and black and white contrast; Women are all long hair, thin face is bright and clean, hair is black, face is white, and black and white contrast, it seems that everything here is very comfortable and calm. As soon as outsiders came in, they were immediately discovered by everyone. Women should look at them with charm and boldness, point at them under the shadow of a lamp, and talk with Kan Kan. As soon as you paid attention, you stopped talking, turned around and smiled again. There is such a city in the vast frontier fortress, with walls, doorways, bell towers and drum towers. People in the city are watery, elegant, cool but not wild, charming but not vulgar. For a time, outsiders were like a fairyland in heaven, a gentle land, but they forgot to stay and didn't pack their bags, so they wandered happily in the streets.
Walking to the middle of the cross street, people are crowded and the road is blocked. It turned out that a theater was going to break up and asked, "What play?" A: "Qin opera." A word of Shaanxi opera, feeling kind, woke up from a big dream, only to know that this is not a strange place, walking around, or Shaanxi. I have a hobby. When I arrive at a place, I always like to listen to local operas, because local operas are the easiest to express local customs. But listening to other operas just to understand, Shaanxi opera made me shorten the distance between strangers immediately. Standing in the street, talking to people, the trilateral people actually have a male voice and a Zen voice, and the female voice is beautiful and has bones. I'll be familiar with it in a few words. While speaking, I saw countless dogs scurrying in the street, too scared to leave. There has been an explanation: every family here has a dog, which is fat and fierce, but generally does not hurt people; In the evening, the host goes to the theatre and the dog follows, so the street is everywhere.
I'll go to the mountainous area of White in the southwest suburb first. Sandstone is exposed to rivers and steep cliffs cut by rivers. This is a place where there are rocks on all three sides. Besides, there are loess and loess everywhere, except loess or loess. Standing in the ravine, you can see that the peaks are continuous and stand on the slope, but everything is cut by the flood. At first glance, the hills of * * * are chaotic and overlap each other. Thousands of valleys and canyons are fragmented and divided into small pieces of ground. Is this a stream, river, terrace, beam, cape, fork, flat land, terrace? It is on this remaining tableland, platform and beam that sorghum is red and millet is gold. At this time, the harvest happened, but it was not as dense as the forest in Guanzhong Plain. Farmers are all running to harvest, harvesting a handful, elbowing a handful, running a ridge, elbowing a bundle, planting widely and harvesting thinly, and a large area of land. In the end, only five piles and six piles were piled in the field, which was a good year. If we go further south, the mountain will be more distinctive. Most of them are mountains and sand, and its context comes from sand tracks. But the stone is not hard blue, but reddish brown, and it kicks loosely, like a blue brick. The family lived along the ditch, dug caves, or chiseled stone frame houses to replace the tiles on the cliffs and the bottom of the river. Wearing that sheepskin, I cut Artemisia on Chaishan, but I went to the cliff to drink water. There is a cave as small as a lamp, from which water flows out. Although the water is not big, the water in the pool is clear and visible, and the taste is pure as dew. It is best for making tea. Drinking in winter can warm the stomach, and drinking in summer can dispel the heat. More interestingly, there are many dozens of nests on the mountain wall: the nests are small and high, and stones are thrown from the cliff, which are sought after by children. After staying there all night, the host was very hospitable, making buckwheat bumps and mutton and fish soup. The whole evening, the whole family sat cross-legged on the kang, drinking and singing. When I left at dawn, I went to the doer's nest to throw stones, but I missed it five times in a row. My master was very embarrassed and always comforted me. Although I can't ask my son, I am satisfied. After saying goodbye to master, I went ten miles, hungry and thirsty. Suddenly I heard a suona, and the sound was far from rhyming. Looking for the sound, the ravine was married, and the couple were meeting the bride. Twelve suona branches in the courtyard were blowing in darkness. Seeing me passing by, I let out a cry and invited me to sit down, saying that I was a provincial guest, which just added happiness, so the host toasted, the groom toasted and the bride toasted. Every time I propose a toast, I have three cups, and the bottom of each cup is dry.
I left the hilly land and went to the grass beach again. Not as difficult as the day before yesterday. As soon as I arrive in Ma Pingchuan, I can rent a bicycle and wander around the village all day. In the morning, the sunrise on the grassland is more impressive than the sunrise on the sea. I went straight to the red sun. On one side is the winding Great Wall, and the sand dunes on the other side of the Great Wall are continuous. I can't help but sigh: it's rare to have a Great Wall that once blocked the enemy, but today it rejected the sandstorm. Occasionally encounter some rivers, but they are all very poor. The traffic is very short, and the traffic is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, water will accumulate in caves and depressions, and lakes will not dry up, and pits will dry up. After a short walk in the car, I rode into the grass, and the car fell and the people fell. It is so soft that it doesn't hurt. Stand up, the grass is knee-deep. Looking at the sheep from a distance, it floated like white clouds, but suddenly disappeared. The wind came, the vegetation fell and the sheep appeared again. There are a hundred sheep, and the first sheep leads them, sometimes scattered and sometimes concentrated. I thought it was fun, so I went to catch longhorn sheep to play. I just said that sheep are the most docile animals in the world. I didn't expect to find me directly when I was angry. The shepherd boy told me to fall asleep on the spot, and I fell asleep, but the sheep thought I was dead and left with their heads held high. Ask the shepherd boy: Are all the sheep here so fierce? He smiled at me, but only led me for a moment. When I met another flock of sheep, I shouted, and the two flocks of sheep were in awe. The first sheep appeared and glared at me for a long time. Almost at the same time, they each retreated a dozen meters away and suddenly rushed away. Bang, two heads collided, the horns were broken, the skin was broken, and they were still fighting. I can't help shivering with fear. I'm glad I just played dead. Who else is the sheep's opponent? After learning this lesson, I dare not move when I meet a sheep again. But one day, I saw two groups of sheep grazing there, but I didn't see the shepherd. I was about to make a phone call when laughter came from far away. I looked around, and a cluster of willows in front shook badly without wind. I saw two figures, one in blue and the other in red, leaning closely together. I know this is a pair of lovers, love is the most taboo outsiders, quietly retreating, out of the two miles, finally can't help looking back, the boy and the girl have been separated, each standing in the white clouds of sheep, waving and smiling, and then duet:
Guoguo Hong skinned Pippi,
Everyone says that you and I,
Actually, we don't have that,
Good people are rewarded.
Tao is ruthless but affectionate. Love is so passionate and so simple. Imagine the park in that big city, where three couples are sitting on stone benches, afraid to speak loudly or laugh indulgently. How can the love and scenes here have romantic interest? Excited, I pedaled hard and rode on the flat dam in the weeds. The grass on the dam is shallow, but the green is tender and the flowers are bright. It is really a big natural football field. I remember that in order to run a football field, big cities moved soil to fill the surface and planted grass loosely. It turned out to be so pathetic and ridiculous. The more I think about it, the happier I am, and the car is like a galloping horse. It seems that the front wheel of a bicycle is like the sun and the rear wheel is like the moon. He is the most knowledgeable and imposing person in the world.
However, joy begets sorrow, and it was near dusk. I lost my way and the wind blew for a while. There are trees and plants everywhere. I shouted. With a mouth open, the wind is full, and you can't even hear yourself shouting. Just when I was terrified, suddenly there was a light in the distance. I rushed over and there was someone else. I went in to beg for food and drink and asked a dozen questions. It turned out to be a saltworks. Saltworks? I asked a few questions repeatedly, and the host told me that the saltworks here are very large, with an annual output of several hundred thousand tons. Besides, there are more than a dozen saltworks on three sides, and people in their area will go fishing for salt. They go fishing in February and March every year until August and September. Now that the salt fishing season is over, they will go grazing or picking licorice. He said, give me a bundle of licorice. Its stems are thick and its roots are long, because I have never seen it before. Chewing it is sweeter than sugar cane. One of them is called "iron core licorice", and the whole plant is actually vermilion. It folds as hard as wood, and there is another kind called "sledgehammer", which is even one and a half inches in diameter and weighs 321 Jin. This is a happy and sad night, this is a great night. Although I can't go to see the saltworks, I got licorice and gained knowledge. I walked beautifully and happily in the morning, and my master killed the lamb. The lamb weighs 14 or 15 pounds and is white. I pinched a lock of hair with my hand and my finger was missing. I blew it, and its hairy roots bent nine times. This is the famous "two hairs" at home and abroad. I've only heard of this kind of fur before, and I can't put it down so far. I really want to buy one, it's hard to say, but it's delicious. I ate three bowls of mutton in the sea bowl, but I forgot my birthday and my life. I hope I can live forever.
After a few days in Anbian, I made some new friends. They took me as a brother and offered to be my guide and go for a walk in the desert in the north. "Be sure to see it, it's another world!" The three men were very interested and walked across the Great Wall to the north. Walking on the beach is really more difficult. The sun is heated and reflected on the ground. Shiny eyes are sore and feet are getting heavier and heavier. Like I said, I'm sweating all over. Sand dunes are arranged in strips, which look like waves in the sea. Their peaks and valleys seem to have a rhythm. Each moraine is three meters low and eighty meters high, and the sand is as fine as a surface, which leaks through the fingers. In the past, the dunes were all saline-alkali land, and the trees were not long. Only some Artemisia halophila was born pitifully. A wormwood raised a pile of soil, and gradually it became a small bag, even the vegetables were pawned. Then there are sand dunes, but trees have been planted: willow, red willow and Elaeagnus angustifolia. The ecology is so balanced: the sand is covered with salt and alkali, and the trees hold the quicksand.
Going deeper into the sand, I don't know how many miles I have walked, and the Woods are getting denser and denser. The leaves are all golden, and through the golden past, you can see the white sand dunes inside. Who knows that just after walking for twenty minutes, there is actually a modest lake in front! The partners just coaxed and laughed, funny and proud. Then I went to collect firewood, scoop water and have a picnic. I went to the lake to see it. The lake has no source and no mouth. I don't know where the water in this sand came from and why it didn't leak into the sand. Take a sip, it's sweet and cold, and immediately enjoy the wind under your armpit. Looking at the water, there was the sound of fish swishing, but the lake was too green and I didn't see any fish. Suddenly there came the chirping of birds. I realized that I hadn't seen any birds all day, but the birds in the sand were all happy in the trees by the water. Suddenly, the bird started up, scattered black spots all over the sky and disappeared instantly. Only four or five kites flew in, and the shadows attacked everywhere. I can't help but hate these kites. Where there is good, there is evil. A man climbed to the sand dune behind the lake, where there were several Elaeagnus angustifolia trees. When the jujube is ripe, it will fall when you push it. It is not red, but the same color as sand. There is no juice after eating it, and it is as sour as chestnuts. Most of the sand dunes have been fixed and round, pressing on the Salix, and the sand grains cover the woman's head like hair and mesh evenly.
Three days later, we strolled into a small town, which looked very big. There are Hui people and Han people, which are divided into two houses: one is Han people, but the buildings are scattered but connected, and the other is Hui people, but the architectural confrontation has changed. The partner said it was not far north, and there were Mongols. I've met many Han and Hui people, but I haven't met Mongolians, so I want to go to the north another day, spend the night in the primary and secondary schools in the town and talk to an old teacher about Mongolians. The old teacher used to work in the north and gave me a manuscript with a description of Mongolian customs. There are many records on it, and now I vaguely remember this passage:
The Mongolians in the trilateral area are strong and clever, specializing in animal husbandry, with few sheep and many cattle and horses. Salt is also produced locally. Every three or two people drive a few cows, carry their salt with saddles and carry cloth back and forth between pots and bowls. When it is dry during the day, it is on the side of the road at night. There are weeds to unload saddles, to support accounts and pots, and to cook for themselves with wild wages. Their cows eat vilen vertically, people lie in the wool wheel, and dogs protect them without spending a penny. Han people are also effective.
After reading this book, I realized that the trilateral region is so vast and the nationalities are so friendly. How touching it is to keep such a treasure in the frontier far from the provincial capital and Kyoto! However, just as we were about to leave for the Mongolian residential area, we got unexpected news: in two days, this town will be the annual grand fair of Han, Hui and Mongolia, so we had to temporarily cancel the plan of going north and make our trip to Mongolia a beautiful imagination.
Market, its scene can be described as lively, packed with Wangfujing in Beijing, but more imposing than Wangfujing, noisy Nanjing Road in Shanghai, but crazier than Nanjing Road. There is a row of snacks, buckwheat noodles, lost bean noodles, yellow rice dry rice, mutton powder soup, hot and sour fried, all five flavors; There is a basket and a car in the vegetable market, two feet long cabbage, yellowish radish and purple potato, and the color is half high and lush; Copper bells, shovels and steel shovels are ringing in the farm tools market. There is also the mule market, where thousands of tall animals are yellow and black, and the Mongols here are the most glorious. Mules and horses wear red tassels, bells around their necks and red carpets on their backs. People are noisy, mules and horses are singing, and the air can be heard for miles. At the mutton market, the whole sheep was hung on a wooden frame nearly a mile long. Some people even buy and sell live sheep. The seller held the sheep's head on his leg and spoke loudly to the buyer. Han, Hui and Mongolian people seem to be very rich, buying whole meat and whole baskets of fruits. Finally, they all crowded into restaurants and pubs, eating meat in chunks and drinking in big bowls until the moon was over. The next day, I was about to leave by car, and the car had already started. However, some Mongols blocked the front of the car and let me off. I don't know what happened, but I was shocked. They actually took out a bottle of "Xifeng" from their pockets. They refused to accept it and asked me to drink it. I smiled and felt generous. I had two drinks on the spot. They cheered me on, called me a "friend", shook hands several times, gave each other addresses and let the car pass.
Half a month passed in a hurry. Two days before I left, it happened to be the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. In the evening, in a village under the Great Wall, I ate moon cakes, fragrant pears, scented tea and wine, and watched the window cut by the landlord and aunt for a while. I was still not interested, so I climbed the Great Wall with the landlord's youngest son. In the moonlight, the sand sea is full of color, the grassland is blurred, and the high and low Great Wall extends from the foot to the eastern end of the horizon and the western end of the horizon. This great building has been located here since ancient times. The sand has not been buried and the wind has not blown away. It gave the desert skeleton, and the desert also gave it magnificence. Today's beacon towers don't spread like wildfire, but under every stage, people live, cattle and sheep move to each other, and relatives move around. Living people have added vitality to this desert; Dead, swollen sand, and a pile of green. The Great Wall is a line connecting thousands of families, with indomitable life and new feelings of interpersonal relationships. Play until dawn, early in the morning to see the intersection of heaven and earth willow grow so lush. These trees are thick trunks. How tall a person is, they cut off the top of the tree and collect dense twigs. The branches are round, the leaves are red, and they are held high, like countless huge lanterns. It seems that the light of the day is completely illuminated by these lanterns. A column of white smoke in front of the forest was connected end to end. When I got closer, it was lit by a bee keeper. There are bees here, too, just like fairy tales in spring! People who sit and talk and let bees go are all from Jiangnan. They come every year and go for a few months. He said that outsiders thought that three sides were colorless and tasteless, but that was wrong. "Look, green willow, red Artemisia, pink grass, white salt and yellow sand, the land on these three sides is the most vivid, fragrant and sweet." Try honey, it's really top grade. Litchi honey is not so mellow, and Sophora japonica honey is not so long.
After leaving the beekeeper, all of a sudden, the chaotic thoughts have settled down these days and become clear, and I feel that I can do an article from an angle for a while. As I walked back, I thought, but my eyes were fixed on an unknown thorn, with white velvet flowers as big as meatballs on it, and the branches were like hanging paper money strings, which were born on the spot and surrounded by garlands. Oh, I see. Is this flower open for a funeral with three sides desolate? When I returned to the village in the dark, the landlord had prepared a farewell wine table and drinks for me. The dishes were full of wine and the erhu was played on the table. The rhyme of erhu reminds me of homesickness. Looking up at the bright moon, I wonder how my relatives miss me tonight, but how can they know that I am so happy here tonight! On a whim, the next letter in the book told me that I would continue to go north tomorrow, only looking forward to seeing my relatives and more friends on three sides. What a wonderful thing this will be.
Guide reading
Beautiful scenery, beautiful people, beautiful feelings.
The essay "Walking on Three Sides" is rather long, because it brings too many surprises to the author and has too much to write. The author even said, "I want to go on a three-way trip with my relatives and more friends. That would be great. "
Good things are hard to see, good things are hard to see. The author is expecting, but the trilateral has never appeared, and even the readers are anxious. At the beginning of the article, I talked about the hardships and homesickness in the journey, which is quite homesick in ancient poems. However, on second thought, what a charming and mysterious place Trilateral is, and I immediately had the motivation to move forward. Here also gives readers a suspense: where is the trilateral, which can offset homesickness? As the journey continued, the scenery along the way changed obviously. I thought Sanbian should have arrived, but it still hasn't. I feel a little lost, and the scenery along the way feels worse and worse. Finally, after walking for a few days, it gets dark every day and reaches the boundary of three sides. After reading this, I can't help but think of Bai Juyi's "yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us" in Pipa.
Trilateral is really a funny place. Its appearance just stunned the author and fascinated the readers. "If there is a cluster of trees, there is a family. If there is a tree, it is a village. If there is a forest, it should be a town or county. It turns out that heaven and earth are parallel and trees are as long as people. This is the characteristic of trilateral. " Let's see what the county is like: the road is asphalt, there is no dust, and there are leaves everywhere. The houses on both sides of the road are clean and lovely, and the window grilles of various colors and shapes are particularly conspicuous. The streets are spacious and the yard can be used as a stadium. A blind man will not hit a wall even if he walks without a blind stick. Every roadway is covered with blue tiles, and every ground is covered with blue bricks. Only then did I understand that in this vast sandy plain, trilateral people frequently planted trees and bricks to resist those flying sand and stones, so as to protect their homes on the high loess slopes. Trilateral men have black faces and white hats, while women have white faces and black hair. Everything here looks so comfortable and calm. It can be said that the Peach Blossom Garden on the loess high slope is full of potholes and loess, whirring. Walking on the cross street in the county seat, people are crowded. It turned out that a theater had a special liking for singing Shaanxi opera, and immediately chatted with people on three sides. In a few words, I only feel that there are male voices and Zen spirits on three sides, and female voices are nice and have backbone. After reading this, I really feel that God is too partial to people on three sides and gives them the best.
After visiting the county town, the author went to the mountainous area of White in the southwest suburb, which is a place with stones on three sides, mostly hills and valleys. There are two interesting things for the author. One is a small cave on the cliff where people draw water. Although the water is not big, it is very sweet and suitable for making tea. Drink to warm your stomach in winter and dispel summer heat in summer. Another place is the nest of big ears on the mountain wall. It is said that if a stone is thrown in, it will beg for help. When I visited here, I was warmly received by the people of the three sides.
After walking through hills and valleys, the author came to the grass beach again. The grass beach is flat, so the author rented a bicycle, which is free and has a sense of galloping. Watching the sunrise and the Great Wall, riding all the way, watching all the way, getting close to nature and reuniting with history will increase people's sighs. In this pasture, the author also encountered two interesting things. One is to tease the meek sheep, but the sheep become angry and furious. The shepherd boy told "I" to fall asleep on the spot and pretended to be dead before he escaped from the horror. The second is to meet a pair of lovers, but "I" understand that love is the most taboo for outsiders, so I quietly quit. However, the pure and beautiful picture makes the author sigh. A pair of young men and women in the Peach Blossom Garden are so simple and passionate that lovers in the city can't experience happiness. Another essay by Jia Pingwa, in Mizhi, has a similar picture.
I have just witnessed the pure beauty of love, and it is near dusk, and I am lost. Fortunately, people on the three sides are very enthusiastic and follow the lights to find others. Don't worry about anything. The trilateral people will treat you well. This lost night, although there are fears and panic, is full of harvest. I have tasted sweet licorice, delicious mutton, and the famous "two hairs" at home and abroad. Life on three sides is so amazing.
After reading this, we feel that the author has seen and heard a lot on three sides, which can be said to be very glad that you came. The scenery on three sides and the beauty of people have also been vividly reflected. However, this trip is far from over. Trilateral is like a treasure waiting for people to discover and approach. As long as you are willing to move on, you will present a continuous landscape. Encouraged by several new friends, the author began to walk in the desert in the north and saw another world. Walking in the desert is extremely difficult. I walked through a section of sand dunes and came to a saline-alkali land. I crossed the saline-alkali land, which is a sand dune, but there is vegetation on it. The author feels that the ecology is so balanced, sand covers saline-alkali land and trees support quicksand. This is not a revelation for us. We should protect the ecological balance. Just as there will be surprises after previous efforts, I then saw a clear lake. The existence of this lake in the vast sand is amazing, just like a tear that God dropped when he passed by and looked down at the vast sand.
After walking for three days, I came to a small town where Hui and Han people live together. Listen to your peers, and then go forward, and there are Mongolians. I can't help but think of an article describing vulgarity that I read before. I feel that the trilateral area is so vast and the nationalities are so friendly. Two days later, at the Expo in Han, Hui and Mongolia, the author witnessed the excitement of the Expo, which surpassed Wangfujing in Beijing and Nanjing Road in Shanghai. More imposing than the dazzling array of goods in the market are the lovely Han, Hui and Mongolian people, who are bold in buying and selling.
These three trips lasted for half a month, and when he left, it happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival should be about enjoying the moon and eating moon cakes with family. The author is in a strange place, but he doesn't want to go home, which is in contrast to the homesickness at the beginning of the article. In all directions, the author's heart is full of beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery and affection, where is there room for homesickness? As for the Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside under the Great Wall, moon cakes, fragrant tea, scented tea, wine and window grilles, looking up at the Great Wall, vast space and profound historical time are solidified at this moment, leaving room for the author to gallop. The next day, I happened to meet the person who released the bees. The author felt that "there are bees here, just like fairy tales in spring". In fact, in the past half a month, the author has been encountering more than this fairy tale. Trilateral is a fairy tale world with the characteristics of northern Shaanxi.
Once adults "mistakenly enter" the fairy tale world, they will never come out easily again. The author should have returned, but he wrote another letter telling his family to go north. I look forward to the opportunity to take my friends and relatives to visit three more places. This wish is not so much to make up for my family as to give myself another chance to relive it. The ending is exquisite, the author doesn't want to repeat his feelings about trilateral, and even vivid language can't convey his feelings about trilateral. The author just made a beautiful wish.