Man: In the dark, I held her hand tightly and wanted to give her even a little tenderness.
W: In the cold wind, I rode a white Hada and looked at the endless road in the clouds. ...
Male: Tanggula Pass, 6 132 meters above sea level, full of wind and sand. Occasionally, one or two mountain shadows pass by, drawing a vigorous arc in the sky. However, on the roof of the world, there stands a huge laying frame, and the Qinghai-Tibet Railway is passing through here, posing a confident challenge to the cold and oxygen-deficient life forbidden zone!
Woman: Two years ago, we came to Qinghai-Tibet Railway and became two engineers of China Railway Seventh Bureau. I got pneumonia because of altitude sickness. Without his encouragement, I would have been sent down the mountain, which means cowardice and retreat on the Qinghai-Tibet line. In fact, his altitude sickness was also very strong at that time, but every day his careful care for me infected every creature in the snowy area. ...
Man: Our feelings are incredible to people at the foot of the mountain. Measuring the blasting point is our date; Sampling along the line is our closeness; After work, I lay on a stone counting sheep and hiding yaks-that's how we fell in love.
W: It was really good then. June on the mountain is the most beautiful, and tender grass begins to grow on the ground. He said that he likes green, and it is the most holy sight in the world to decorate some green on the white snowy mountain. He said that when the Qinghai-Tibet line is completed, we must take a train to Lhasa and take many photos so that the plateau will be decorated with green forever.
Sometimes after work, we just run along the line. Although we are exhausted after running for dozens of meters, we are still so happy every day.
M: On the morning of June, 2003 165438+ 10, I will never forget that the blasting task of Fenghuoshan Tunnel was handed over to our bureau, and it was my duty to study measurement and control. When the two blasting points were successfully blasted, the last one was silent! When I approached step by step, only 150 meters away from the explosive, the ammunition exploded!
W: When I saw him again, he couldn't see anything.
Man: Hehehe, I am blind, I am blind! I still want to work? I still want to surf the internet? I'll never see you again ...
Woman: No, don't do that! And me!
Man: You? I am a cripple. You don't want to marry a disabled person. Listen to me, let's split up, I can't implicate you, listen to me!
W: I understand the impulse of a person who will never see the world again. I began to take care of him and feed him water. Sometimes his rough big hands will suddenly catch me, and two lines of blood and tears will drip down the gauze on the white pillow towel.
M: I miss our old days so much. I want to see green grass and red Gesanghua. If only I could touch them and smell them!
W: I know how much he loves life and the color of life. At this time, the plateau is covered with snow, not to mention that plants can grow.
So there was one more me in the motorcade down the mountain. I'm going to Golmud to pick him a handful of the most beautiful highland barley grass and Gesanghua!
Man: When I learned of the accident, it was two days later ... When I arrived, the car had been dragged out of the ice ditch and she had stopped breathing. I can't see anything. I groped for her cold body and burst into tears!
You want me to feel life, yes, I do! I smell grass and flowers! I saw it! I see green and pink! I saw your hand clutching a bloody Gesang flower. [File system: page]
M: Let me tell you a Tibetan legend.
Woman: OK, I'm listening!
M: Snow Mountain and Holy Lake. They used to be lovers. They fell in love before their death, and then they became snow-capped mountains and lakes together forever!
W: Then will we do the same?
M: Yes! I will!
Wait for me, I will continue to work, and when the Qinghai-Tibet line is connected, I will take you to Lhasa!
Go to Lhasa,
To see the magnificent Potala Palace,
The majestic Potala Palace,
To see the places where we used to chase and play,
Chasing and frolicking places,
Look at the grass and flowers on the plateau.
Grass and flowers on the plateau!
Trains whizzing by on the plateau.
The train ... roared by. ...
Dunhuang in the desert
How I want to carry a bag full of dreams.
Take the camel to that distant place filled with wind and sand.
How I want to follow that distant and distant ancient road.
Looking for the desert of dreams, Dunhuang, and the snow that flew over Qilian Mountain in June.
Into the desert where the wind blows and the sand blows.
I'm looking for a stone axe that my ancestors left there.
Let's see if it can still split a fire for more than 4,000 years to catch up with the sunset on the Silk Road.
Trekking in the Hexi Corridor, which was once full of gongs and drums.
I want to find the pottery left by the Sanmiao people.
Let it be full of cold, hot and infinite history.
I want to hear the sound of Qiang flute through the ages.
Sad and melodious in the night sky of the wasteland
The cold light of Leng Yue in the desert.
How I want to find the lost cattle and sheep of Wusun people.
Traveling in the long field.
How I want to raise the moon and people's nods to light up the night sky.
I regard the vast sand sea as a bloody sunset.
In the distance came the sound of iron hooves and galloping hooves.
A wild Hu Qi disappeared at the end of quicksand.
Stay away from grasslands and yurts.
I saw Zhang Qian's cavalry returning from the Western Regions.
The screams of flying swallows on horseback resounded everywhere.
I saw the smoke of Hanwu raise a banner to cover the sun.
Blowing in the wind, it's a long way.
Mingsha Mountain has been ringing for thousands of years.
Every time I sing.
It's all a tragedy in which heroes laugh.
The sweet pond of crescent spring
Every look
I once gazed at the ruins of Yumenguan, a herdsman who was whipped, and a pioneer farmer.
Look at the messengers who travel far in caravans.
The eternal swan song of the Triassic in Yangguan
How many old friends have drunk a glass of wine and never returned to their hometown?
I am standing on the ruins of the ancient beacon tower of the Great Wall of Han Dynasty.
I can still hear it.
A cavity Changfeng Wan Li roar.
I stand beside the ancient tombs of Wei, Jin, Sui and Tang Dynasties.
It seems that you can still see it
The pride and melancholy of frontier poets, snow-capped mountains, long clouds and lonely cities.
Several degrees of spring and autumn wind and fire
Camels from east to west crossed the vast desert.
There are clouds and moons.
The frontier fortress leads to the Tang Dynasty, and all rivers run into the sea.
My desert and Dunhuang.
You are no longer the battlefield where Jin Ge Tiema fights everywhere.
You pave the road with silk.
Your reputation is far and wide.
Tracing back to the lost oasis in ancient times
Looking at the immortal Populus euphratica in the desert
I found the Buddha's light on the cliff.
A monk who saw the wind roll up his frock.
The first cave was dug in a stone wall.
Lit the first incense in poverty.
Generation after generation of devout monks followed him.
Create a temple hanging in the Buddha cave
Clouds moving in the sky
Can't cover the golden color of the Three Dangers Mountain.
Mogao grottoes are the treasure of thousands of buddhas.
Sleeping in the desert 1000 years.
How many gorgeous pictures and precious Buddha statues have been eroded?
An era of humiliation
How many priceless treasures have been hijacked and exiled?
Although the desert scene is so desolate.
Although the Silk Road is so long and mysterious, Dunhuang.
Your mysterious and magical Confucian classic murals are fascinating.
Your world-famous Silk Road, full of flowers and rain, is intoxicating and unforgettable. Beautiful Dunhuang.
Colorful stories contain the sadness of your desert sunset.
Glorious history has a glorious chapter for you.
How I want to play the charm of pipa and stop the Millennium yellow sand.
How I want to use my flying dream to erase a hundred years of hesitation.
How I want to take a stream and plant a row of Populus euphratica for you.
How I want to ride the spring breeze across Yumen and let my dream sleep beside you.