When I came to Dunhuang, the first thing I did was to go see Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring.
Thousands of miles of yellow sand under the sun is like a golden sea, and the undulating sand dunes are like long and gentle ocean tides. Rows of them are rolling from the front to the horizon. The whole world is cut up and down by the sun, and there are high mountains above. Under the sky is the vast desert, and the boundless fine sand extends to the distance and surges to higher places, squeezing the limited sky and minimizing it. Far away on the horizon, the camel caravan is lined up in a row, as if someone stretched out his hand to draw a thin brown line in the sea of ??sand. The thin line of the camel caravan walks slowly, sending only the notes flowing along the sand dunes to you. in the ears. So I thought of vastness, desolation, vastness and magnificence, because in front of this simple and vivid picture painted with pure colors, I really couldn't find any other words to describe the shock in my heart.
I looked for the figure of Mingsha Mountain where it was connected to the sky - along the undulating tide of sand, I saw a sand peak rising as high as a blade on the sand ridge, Stretching into the distance, this is Mingsha Mountain. And low down, among the long yellow sand, a lake of water as green as jasper as curved as a crescent moon must be the Crescent Moon Spring.
I picked up a handful of fine sand and watched it flow down from my fingers like water. I couldn’t imagine how the small and round sand grains accumulated into such a majestic tower. The body may be the power of the wind. As for who gave the power of the wind, I don't know. I also marveled at how the quicksand all over the sky could not cover up that small spring. It could last through the ages without drying up. In the wind and sand all over the sky, it is so calm, clear, and calm. It becomes the hope during the difficult journey and the surprise when life is desperate. Perhaps the magic of nature often exceeds people's imagination, so there are countless legends about Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring. Among the many legends, the one I believe is one that says they are a pair of lovers. A story about the evolution of lovers. Because in my eyes, Crescent Moon Spring and Mingsha Mountain were originally a pair of lovers, one was heroic and the other was petite. Neither one ever left the other, and neither could do without the other. For thousands of years, "where the sand spring lies, the spring will never dry up unless sand fills it up," they have been clinging to each other like this. Without Crescent Moon Spring, it would be like without a pair of eyes looking at each other affectionately. Mingsha Mountain would only be monotonous and empty, lacking the majestic and unrestrained passion of the great man; and Crescent Moon Spring would only be found in Mingsha Mountain. Only in her arms can she become an extraordinary woman, showing her tranquility, charm, calmness and reserve. They looked at each other quietly, staying with each other, year after year, always like this.
This stretch of sand mountain and a small lake together have become the object of people's praise, probably not just because of their beauty and magic. When the sun sets and the wind passes by, you will hear the gentle sound of the sand mountains, while the lake echoes silently. This may be their affectionate duet. The song of Mingsha Mountain is sung for Crescent Moon Spring, and the song of Crescent Moon Spring is sung for Mingsha Mountain. This moving song lasts for thousands of years and lasts endlessly. This persistence of knowing each other and embracing each other, this emotion of life and death and love, should make many lovers sigh. So they came from thousands of miles away to this mountain and spring, stood in front of them and made their wishes. They were probably moved by their singing, and moved by their unswerving determination to hold hands for thousands of years.
I stood between the mountains and springs, listening, trying to find, and feeling something, maybe love? Does nature also have love? I can't tell clearly. I also thought about the Mogao Grottoes, which is not far from here and is also on the edge of the desert. Can they be compared with the dazzling art that has spanned thousands of years and was created by countless hands? If we really compare them together, I think the Mogao Grottoes were built by people to show themselves. Could the mountains and springs be created? How can the utmost truth and purity be replicated?
The boundless sea of ??sand is like a raging tide. The golden light shining in the magnificent waves pierces your eyes. The camels in the distance still draw thin lines along the sand ridge. Under the shadow of Mingsha Mountain, the reed leaves sway gently beside the crescent moon spring, making your heart flutter like a beauty blinking her eyelashes. People appreciate this extremely beautiful scenery from different angles, and bring back different feelings, whether they are excited, admired, sad, or happy. Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring seemed to pay no attention to everything around them. They only looked at each other and talked to each other, every day from early morning to dusk.
That eternal peace, that attachment between heaven and earth, isn’t that what we strive for...