Composition of the desert 1 The rain outside the window is crisp and the tea in the cup is melodious. I sit quietly reading and taste the classics. This is the endless desert scene in my dream, and it is also my dream to walk in the vast desert.
Once upon a time, you and I still had time to joke and complain that the days were too long and endless. It's not like today. I wish I could spend 24 hours reading a book every day and write a sentence after learning. Unfortunately, we are in an era of rapid development, and we don't know what life-long focus is. We are all in such a mess that we can't find our way or tell the direction in the desolate desert.
But is this vacant life really good? Not really, because there is still an ideal light in the dark and narrow passage. If you are afraid of darkness, you must get close to it. But how to approach it, through the wisdom of history books, the beauty of poetry, the fineness of mathematics, or the profoundness of physics? Either way, the choice is on the road. Walking in the desert is lonely. A clear water can make people cry, and camel bells in the distance can make people feel warm. We have no choice but to wander in the desert of study and life. Are you sure you don't want to feel those spiritual words in such a boring time and stay in your own lush years?
Words walk the journey of the soul and swim at the top of the soul. Words win people's hearts and words reach their chests. In fact, words are shallow, but life is deep. Behind words is life, and behind life is words. Between the depth and the depth, only the heart can measure it. Life goes on, thoughts go on, words go on and life goes on. It is my wish, my spiritual sustenance and happiness to be a real tourist in the journey of life, to think what I think and write what I write. Writers are lonely and happy. This kind of happiness can only be experienced by oneself, and it is difficult to share with others. Words have life and style, and can feel life, think about life, embody life and enrich life. A life with feelings is a rich life.
We are very lucky. Only in modern times when paper products and printing are so rich and mature can you learn to think and be wise in a bored life. A wisp of solitary smoke rises in the vast desert, which is the direction of travelers, because not far away is the ivory tower in the hearts of travelers.
The western scenery of' snow-capped mountains, lonely smoke in the desert and camel bells in ancient roads' has always been my yearning place. In order to realize my dream, my family came to the beautiful Dunhuang together.
Dunhuang is located at the junction of Gansu, Qinghai and Xinjiang provinces. Mother marveled at the Mogao Grottoes, but I lingered in Mingsha Mountain.
Out of Dunhuang city, there are green trees and farmhouses on both sides of the road. After driving for a while, suddenly a hot air came to my face, and there was an endless desert in front of me, and Mingsha Mountain arrived! It lies like a dragon in front of our eyes, and the mountain is composed of quicksand like rice grains. It is as yellow as gold, as soft as satin and as beautiful as a phoenix.
When I climbed Mingsha Mountain, I saw from a distance that the world was suddenly enlightened, my mind was suddenly broadened, my fatigue left me, and I was full of energy. We started to slide. At this time, we will hear the sound of "drumming", like beating gongs and drums and playing flutes, so this place is called noisy mountain.
I am reluctant to leave Mingsha Mountain. On the plane, I looked at the beautiful Mingsha Mountain and turned it into a yellow world! If there is an opportunity, I will come to see the yellow world and feel the sweet music!
A long time ago, I met a great soldier. The great soldier told me that in the far north, there is an endless desert, where there are aloof birds, vast sky and many passionate and beautiful western women.
After that, I watched my Jiangnan day and night and looked at the distant desert. I asked mom, mom, have you ever been to the desert?
My mother always looked at me tenderly and shook her head gently, but she didn't forget to tell me, but your father was always there. Your father's unruly eyes are like birds in the desert.
At that time, I imagined my father's appearance in my small heart and the unruly bird in the desert. Every time my aunts and sisters take me to fly kites, when I look at the blue sky, I always expect a lonely and unruly bird to fly by.
But until my family died, I didn't see the birds. I saw my father.
When I grow up, I really feel that when I was a child, I expected the appearance of birds like that, which is actually the reason why I expected my father to appear. I have never seen my father since I was born. I just want to have a mom and dad like your brother, even if the family is poor.
However, after the death of my family, my aunt followed others and my sisters got married, leaving only my mother and me.
I didn't think this life was bitter at all before, but now I've had enough of it.
Until one day, I vowed to tell my mother that I would go to the desert to get my father back.
I saw that my mother didn't laugh and looked pale. She cried for the first time, and a line of faint clear tears flowed down her cheeks and straight into my heart. I have never seen my mother so haggard. When my mother got married, she was the daughter of a big family and a noble family. Even though my family died and I was poor, I never saw my mother shed a tear. I just looked at my mother sadly, distressed and sad.
Mother reached out and touched my forehead and asked me, son, do you remember the great warrior who told you stories when I was a child?
I nodded and said, I remember.
Niang suddenly smiled and looked at me, but didn't look at me, as if lost in some kind of memory. Her soft voice sounded, that's your father.
Composition 4 in the desert: We have a dream to grow in the desert, where the wind and sand are pervasive and are continuing the glory of our ancestors; The border of the desert is the resting place of thousands of years of civilization.
In the distant western regions, snow flies over Qilian Mountain, and there are 36 prosperous countries. Sweaty BMW is screaming in the wind, Hu Xuan's skirts are dancing by the bonfire burning in the dark night, the "Jiegu" in Hexi Corridor, the snow-white old Tianshan Mountain and the slow caravan lead directly from Wan Li to the beacon tower in Chang 'an. After 1300 years of reverberation, the Qiangdi, which passed through Yumenguan, suddenly seemed to cry on the horizon. There, the ancestors raised their stone axes and chopped out the first light; There, camel bells sent by Zhang Qian and Ban Chao to the western regions sway along the long river; There, Donghu people graze sheep along the Xilamulun River; There, the big moon raised their precious knives and lit up the night sky: there, the pottery left by the Sanmiao people was full of polished desolation and mottling; There, drunken soldiers on the battlefield made three or five altars of blood-red wine in the moonlight.
The desert is the strongest highlight in the history of China. The sand in the desert is like Populus euphratica, which will not die in a thousand years, will not fall in a thousand years, and will not fall in a thousand years. Our desert is not the wild Hu Qi that disappears on the horizon. It lives in the westernmost part of China, gestating the crescent moon spring and wrapping Changsha Mountain. Our flying murals and Dunhuang grottoes have been in the same place for thousands of years, but they have traveled all over Central Asia with the songs of the western regions. That is clearly four words: invincible in a thousand years.
The desert is not alone. Facing the turbulent wind, it leans against its beloved Populus euphratica and flies with the wind. A cave was carved from its boundary and instantly filled with Buddha's light. Xuanzang proclaimed the name of Buddha in the Tang Dynasty, and lit the first incense in poverty and famine. Later generations of devout Buddhists followed closely, with footprints, stepping out of the spiritual map of China religion for 1000 years.
The desert gave birth to the whole western civilization. However, pioneering and war made water and civilization disappear together in the dry river bed. Today, I saw the rivers in Tarim and Ejina Banner plummet, the water in crescent spring is no longer as bright as eyes, and the precious resources in the western regions are in this world, but this is not the tragedy of the end of civilization. The spirit of the desert is still there, life is still there, and the cattle and sheep of the disappeared Wusun people are still there. Now, we believe that the songs in the desert will not be cut off. In the next millennium, where will saussurea involucrata in the desert open? Come on, friends, let's enjoy ourselves in Chilechuan and cheer under the Yinshan Mountain. There are vaults like the sky and cages in four fields. There are colorful stories, the sadness of the desert sunset, the glorious history of rhetoric, the charm of playing back the pipa, and the moon god invited by that beauty, which is enough to erase the hesitation of the Millennium.
There is a breeze in the sky, which is a little cold. I want to curl up in this boundless corner and wait quietly. I don't know if there is any choice, let me leave this place that has been sleeping for a long time.
I am locked in this lonely desert forever and snuggled up in this golden ocean forever, so fate arranged me here and then consumed my memory bit by bit. The Silk Road was once covered with many glories, and it seems that I was born for this, just like recording history. I've never left here. I like to call the desert heaven, endless, lying on it, feeling that the world is gone at once, leaving only me, the desert and the sky. I was contained in the embrace of the desert, which nestled in the light blue sky. Like a clear mountain and beautiful water, birds fall in love with the ancient forest. Butterflies are dancing among the flowers. No flattery, no falsehood.
Natural and simple-the desert is gentle. I always wanted to betray the desert before, just because it confused me, and I couldn't see how big it was and couldn't put it in my field of vision. But it is its depth that attracts me and fascinates me. Maybe some things are the same, the more confusing, the more fresh and interesting. The desert has an endless relationship with me, just because its fine dust and sand roll up on the distant mountains, like a skirt around a silent life, full of infinite interest. I say it is gentle because it has a warm heart and a temperature that never fades. I only have the desert in my heart. In fact, I have never seen the desert with my own eyes, nor have I really experienced the desert. When I was young, I only saw its material: soft, egg-yellow powder. Because of this, its appearance remained in memory and finally became a corner of the soul. After my age, I found that the world is like a desert. I am one of them. The seemingly endless desert is like a mother, full of kindness and warmth.
I have always wanted to get out of the desert of my heart, not because he is so lonely and confused, but because my world is too small. I want to create a new environment and draw an arc and a rainbow for beauty. It's like a kind of spiritual comfort, which makes your heart rich and colorful, instead of being deserted in the desert. Looking for beauty If I were given a right, I would choose to betray the desert and look for an oasis in my heart without a trace of sadness and pain. I originally pursued the desert to find beauty, but now I want to leave the desert in my heart to find beauty, just looking for another way. As the saying goes: a lonely world, a proud Jianghu. My only desert, drunk, I still want to keep my luck for myself, and heaven will become a perspective of the past, erasing my previous memories and being recorded in history forever.
There is a breeze in the sky, which is a little cold. I want to curl up in this boundless corner and wait quietly. I don't know if there is any choice, let me leave this place that has been sleeping for a long time. I am blocked in this lonely desert forever, nestled in this golden ocean forever, and fate has arranged me here, and then consumed my memory bit by bit.
The Silk Road was once covered with many glories, and it seems that I was born for this, just like recording history. I've never left here.
I like to call the desert heaven, endless, lying on it, feeling that the world is gone at once, leaving only me, the desert and the sky. I was contained in the embrace of the desert, which nestled in the light blue sky. Like a clear mountain and beautiful water, birds fall in love with the ancient forest. Butterflies are dancing among the flowers. No flattery, no falsehood. Natural simplicity
The desert is mild.
I always wanted to betray the desert before, just because it confused me, and I couldn't see how big it was and couldn't put it in my field of vision. But it is its depth that attracts me and fascinates me. Maybe some things are the same, the more confusing, the more fresh and interesting. The desert has an endless relationship with me, just because its fine dust and sand roll up on the distant mountains, like a skirt around a silent life, full of infinite interest. I say it is gentle because it has a warm heart and a temperature that never fades.
I only have the desert in my heart.
In fact, I have never seen the desert with my own eyes, nor have I really experienced the desert. When I was young, I only saw its material: soft, egg-yellow powder. Because of this, its appearance remained in memory and finally became a corner of the soul. After my age, I found that the world is like a desert. I am one of them. The seemingly endless desert is like a mother, full of kindness and warmth.
I have always wanted to get out of the desert of my heart, not because he is so lonely and confused, but because my world is too small. I want to create a new environment and draw an arc and a rainbow for beauty. It's like a kind of spiritual comfort, which makes your heart rich and colorful, instead of being deserted in the desert.
Looking for beautiful women
If you give me a right, I will choose to betray the desert and find an oasis in my heart without a trace of sadness and pain.
I originally pursued the desert to find beauty, but now I want to leave the desert in my heart to find beauty, just looking for another way. As the saying goes:
Lonely in the end of the world, proud in the rivers and lakes.
My only desert, drunk
I also want to keep my luck for myself.
Heaven will also become a perspective of the past, erasing my previous memories and being recorded in history forever.
The sky is blue and the earth is yellow. There are no other colors except blue and yellow.
Looking around, there is not even a tree, as boundless as the Yellow Sea, and the sun shines on the granular sand, reflecting a sparkling light. Under the scorching sun, a heat wave billowed out of the desert, making it difficult to breathe. That is the Kubuqi Desert known as the "Sea of Death".
In such a harsh environment, there is still one person who stepped forward and turned the desert into an oasis in 30 years. This is Wang Wenbiao. Once, in his prime, he plunged into an environment where countless "fine needles" stabbed his face when the wind blew; Being in a place where generations want to escape; Sitting in a shabby office, facing a series of difficulties such as no electricity, no road and no water, Wang Wenbiao remained optimistic and never gave up.
Friends around him advised him many times, and even said that he would come back crying in three years. Thousands of bad endings failed to stop him from moving on. He said categorically, "If we don't take the desert, it will eat us. If we are eaten by the desert, we will die. If we fight the desert, we will die. It is better to let go. " Wang Wenbiao resolutely entered the Kubuqi Desert, a lifeless "sea of death".
He tried every means, faced with the death of tree seedlings, the repeated interruption of transportation by sandstorms, and the repeated suspension of production by enterprises. In this lifeless desperate situation, he made another decision that many people thought was crazy-to build a sand road.
On him, he carries the mission, the trust, and more ridicule and hot discussion. Living in the yellow sand all over the sky day and night, they still don't give up or give in.
The 65-kilometer road, based on the belief that Wang Wenbiao and his team will not give up, after more than 1000 days and nights of hard work, at the celebration ceremony, he choked and said, "We built the road in the desert."
From the "salt digger" in the depths of the desert to the "earth guardian" of the United Nations, he spent more than 30 years leading Kubuqi people to turn more than 6,000 square kilometers of desert into an oasis.
Amazing figures reveal unspeakable hardships. The road across the desert is a miracle, and Wang Wenbiao and his team never give up. Behind the miracle is the persistence of countless sand control people in China.
At night, a broken moon is like a shy girl, hiding in a misty cloud. In the gray-blue sky, a few stars are looming, with a faint yellow light. I fell in front of the window and looked at the night, and I couldn't help thinking of the starry sky in the desert. ...
We took a desert off-road vehicle and walked through the endless desert. With a scream, our SUV stopped firmly in the desert.
This is the hinterland of Tengger Desert. A breeze blew, and the sand waves surged forward, like an invisible giant hand, peeling off the desert as thin as silk layer by layer. Here, we started a romantic trip to the desert.
The most interesting thing is riding a camel. I saw a group of camels slowly coming towards us, approaching, lying gracefully under the orders of their owners, as if welcoming visitors from afar. I chose a beautiful camel and couldn't wait to get on it. When the camel slowly got up, my back was cold and I was scared to the extreme. I swayed from side to side with the camel walking on the high hunchback. It feels like riding a boat, rowing in the sand and enjoying a leisurely walk in the sand. When the camel walked on the big sand dunes hundreds of meters away, I looked as far as I could. The golden desert looked endless, and the big sand dunes without grass sparkled in the hot sun, which was beautiful.
The natural sliding of the desert also makes me addicted. I rushed down from a height on the sand table and then fell into the soft fine sand, having a good time.
Unconsciously, night fell, and friends shouted, "Look, that meteor …" They followed their hands and looked at the dome, but there was no sign of a meteor. Although I have never seen a meteor, I have a panoramic view of the Big Dipper, Sirius, Morning Star and all kinds of unknown stars. The sky is like a pool of dark blue water, the moon is big and round, like a white lotus floating on the water, and the stars seem to sleep on the water, flashing and dazzling.
The bonfire was lit, singing and dancing. Everyone is holding hands, singing and dancing around the campfire. ...
I lay in the desert and looked at the dreamy night sky. Identify various constellations and sing melodious songs. Feel the tranquility of the desert.
"Twinkling stars, the sky is full of little stars. Hanging in the sky, let the light shine ... "The song faded away, and it was a foggy night. Starry sky in the desert will be my eternal memory.