Mountains are one step away, and water is one step away. Walking towards the bank of Yuguan, there are thousands of lights in the night.
When the wind blows and the snow blows, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
————Nalan Xingde's "Song of Love"
Traveling across mountains and rivers, with thousands of troops and horses, marching all the way eastward. On a windy and snowy night, his tent was still lit with lights, like stars scattered in the sand and desert, densely connected together.
He stood alone on the steps of the Great Wall made of fragmented bricks and yellowed soil. The smoke and dust outside the Great Wall blew away the dust and smoke in the distance, but history deceived the sentimental people full of it. Lies lie on your thin shoulders. The thickest soil in the Snake Kingdom is treading under my feet, and I don’t know who is singing these tuneless hometown songs behind me. I watched everything I saw when I arrived, including the thoughts of my hometown that I never forgot a word of. Facing the confused area ahead, it gradually becomes distant and merges with the scenery deep in the city wall. Let me ask, who else would see: Thousands of tent lights in the middle of the night?
Crawling on the rusty bluestone of the Great Wall, I still remember someone once said: "The Great Wall is a strict father who separates two quarreling brothers. They are only allowed to interact peacefully, and they are not allowed to wave. Fist each other." And you are standing on this body that is thousands of miles deep, the blood and fighting of the past, the endless smoke of war and the displacement of families and people. The Great Wall is silent and silent. But you can see it clearly.
In the eyes of some historians, the Great Wall is a closed and backward old man, passively defensive and unwilling to make progress. Its huge body only serves to block the progress of progress and the hooves of golden horses. I only want to be the most devout messenger who walks at your feet, imitating the simplest worship posture of mankind, following the winding arc, over the vast mountains, through the grassland and desert, you rub your sight that has long been rusty , through the layers of dust, I can actually see the Great Wall that is completely different from the history: cattle and sheep running over the crumbling walls, a large group of children in the harvested crop fields and fields full of buckwheat flowers. Playing and having fun. Birds fly overhead, all of which unreservedly surround the ancient ruins of the Great Wall. Are they just sitting like this? Those cold blue bricks that splashed across the city guards turned into water in the lonely watch, but they endlessly showed a kind of tranquility and peace after the smoke of the beacon cleared.
Reciting this poem again, quietly thinking about the ancient stories on the city wall under his feet, I thought: Even if there were a thousand more Nalan Xingde, they would still be able to recite it. Such a thousand tunes with different moods! So, I imagined that under the scattered lights of thousands of tents, the weak light would surely warm the hearts of countless people who stayed up all night longing for their hometown. I don’t know, what kind of emotion is this?
One is warm, the other is cold, one is noisy and the other is silent. Comparing the two pairs, one poem can fully describe the soloist's inner monologue of loneliness, sadness, boredom and boredom with the life of a retinue!
The Great Wall, which pulls a rope between life and death, pulls the toughest nerve of this ancient nation. No matter how much Meng Jiangnu cried and how much King Zhou You looked at the beauty's playfulness, the Great Wall still stands as strong as ever to this day. When the entire planet was still sparsely populated, our proud ancestors began to work hard here. Perhaps, their roars and cries would appear to be a compelling tranquility on this empty planet; however, their will and intelligence would seem very abrupt on this barren planet. The tranquility and peace built up by countless talents will always fall down a thousand or a hundred times, but they will still rise up after being shattered thousands of times, piece after piece, layer after layer, drop after drop slowly solidifying. He gained the iron-blooded loyalty of the yellow-skinned clan.
"One step for mountains, one step for water." In my memory, no one has ever been able to write this thick book about war and peace; indeed, the scarred Great Wall has written countless stories about blood and parting.
Those ancient Great Walls that have been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only broken walls: the morning welcomes the sunrise in the east, and the evening sends the sunset over the desert. Those ancient ruins composed of broken walls, ruins, broken bricks and broken tiles, the east There is no end in sight, and there is no end to the west. It goes over mountains and ridges, through clouds and fog, connecting Jiayuguan Pass and Shanhaiguan Pass, and is integrated with the Badaling Great Wall in Beijing. Those cultural monuments that have experienced frost for nearly a thousand years have long been changed beyond recognition, almost like misty clouds and smoke, and are included in the high mountains. Today, the soul still lingers on the peaks and the mountains and rivers, tenaciously supporting the strength, wisdom, perseverance, and faith that a nation once had, and persistently showing future generations the enthusiasm and bravery of the cold weapon era.
After one watch after another, the wind roars and makes noise in your already broken hometown heart. I saw: The dream of returning home is hard to come true! A group of people are walking slowly on your ancient bluestone road, singing Liren's tunes. I asked you why it is so easy to separate, how many full moons can we have in a year?
With a low and lost head, you, Nalan Xingde, after crossing this ancient city wall, you have since then softly chanted a song "There is no such sound in my hometown" and quietly disappeared into the distant scenery.