Tianjingsha Qiu Si
Expansion: It is already the third day of entering the ancient road.
Looking back on the road we came from, the crooked footprints have been buried by the wind and sand; looking forward, the long dust connecting with the sky makes my already exhausted heart almost break.
The sun at noon was still like a brazier, shooting scorching rays viciously towards the ground. At that time, the land seemed to be on fire, and the boiling flames were burning and trying to engulf me. But now, she suddenly became well-behaved, kind, gentle, and even a little cute. Her light steps jumped and danced like a dragonfly on water. Wisps of red light shine on the hills not far away, caressing them gently like a warm hand, caressing their wounds burned by the scorching sun at noon.
Isn’t this the sunset in my hometown that I think about day and night? The warm pictures of the past come to mind again: Our cabin is located by the stream, with a small stone bridge in front of the door. Every day, listen to the gurgling water humming a song, and then feel with your heart the whispers between it and the stone bridge. The happiest moment is watching the setting sun with my brothers and sisters, watching her glide gently to the back of the mountain with full of joy, and the afterglow is still shining in the distant sky. Finally, watching her leave, leaving behind a string of A string of golden blessings...
But the ruthless war has completely destroyed my happy life. In one year, I went from being the most beloved son in the family to a homeless vagrant. I can only choose to escape. The only one accompanying me was this horse, which was getting thinner and thinner.
From then on, in my eyes, the setting sun was just a ring hanging on an old tree entangled with dead branches and vines, where ugly crows perched, which made me sad.
Everything was like a dream! The horse neighed, and I came back to my senses and found that the sunset had turned into a fiery red but exquisitely carved jade plate, and the part left on the ground seemed like A beautiful lip blows the huge flute called the horizon, but what it plays is a desolate west wind movement.
Oh, looking at the end of the world, I can’t see the end of the world!