Time: 2010-5-811:42:43 Words: 663
memory
---Thoughts on Reading "The Mystery of Loulan Beauty"
The setting sun was like blood,
Splashing the path under his feet red,
There were beast tracks.
---Inscription
Memory is a gentle sword
Carve the years on the beauty's forehead
Memory is a sentimental flute
Play the melody of emotion to your heart's content
Memory is a past that I can't bear to recall
Rubbing sorrow into the eyes of your lover
I can no longer bear the weight of too much love
Because in your tenderness
I see traces of disaster flowing down
In your gentleness
I see a sentimental love going on
In your gentleness
I see your sad eyes longing for a miracle
You are a witness to the history of civilization
You're an experiencer of a love legend
You're a witness to a disaster
When archaeologists stumbled upon you
Beauty Lou Lan
Unveil your mysterious black veil
The window of memory reboots
That long and distant history
(Written in the Tengger Desert in 2004)
The crying Lou Lan
When the desert blows sand,
The wanderer is at a fork in the road,
I accidentally found your trail,
An ancient legend continued…
more than two thousand years ago
The Silk Road makes your life full of vigor
Nobles and nobles covet your beauty
Only the pilgrim's love for you will never change
The Savior Buddha is exploring the truth of the universe in your territory
All the fleeting fads were once beautiful
After 1,700 years of trekking, you finally see the light of day again
Archeologists are here to explore the secrets of history
Stein the Bandit Mistook You for a Jewel Sanctuary
Everyone seems to be looking forward to finding you here
Traces in the long river of history
The Yadam Landform is opening up new colonies in your territory
The weathered pagoda tells your ancient legend
The peerless beauty of Loulan proves your lost charm
The beautiful Peacock River still keeps your immortal legend intact
But in Lop Nur, I clearly heard you crying
Nature ruthlessly destroys your weak body
The modern civilization is crazily attacking your fragile nerves
The developers are still digging holes and encircling your land unscrupulously
Vulgar tourists unceremoniously carve on your skin
Traces of "XXX visited here"
Perhaps twenty years later,
You will disappear from the face of the earth,
Our children and grandchildren can only imagine your beauty in legends.
(Written by my cousin Sakata in 2006)
Thoughts of 2010
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Thoughts of 2010
It had been a long time since I had started writing, and I realized that I, who was once full of ideas, had finally been washed away by materialistic desires.
From October 2009 to this day in 2010, I seemed to have been drifting. This kind of drifting made me very isolated and helpless. My girlfriend, I don't know what's going on, is becoming more and more unreasonable. She thinks that I'm useless all day long. It seems that everything I do is inappropriate and worthy of scrutiny. I really don't understand. Is it like this when two people are too familiar with each other? There were no ripples in the calm lake. How could it continue?
Her heart was a little cold. Her work wasn't going well. She realized that the plan she had thought was good had gone down the drain, so she began to reflect on what she had done after graduating. Especially after she met her girlfriend, it seemed that her whole world had started to go blank. She read less and less books, and complained more and more. If this continued, how would she face her future?
Thinking about the future, he felt a little hesitant and restless. What was going on? Where was the future? Where was the target? Some things should continue? Or let go? Struggling in confusion, struggling in pain, wanting to learn something, because he was really too empty. If this continued, he would only see the increase of age, the accumulation of knowledge, and the bright future. If he couldn't give others a clear future and goals, how could he live?
30 years old. Thinking about it carefully, I would soon be 30 years old. How many 30 years are there in a person's life? A third of my body is buried in the ground, and it is rotting bit by bit. My brain is becoming less and less intelligent. If this continues, it won't be my body that will die, but my mind. What's the difference between living like that and a walking corpse??? He really wanted to do something real. Opening Taobao was once again on the agenda, and the self-study exam for Internet Explorer was once again on the agenda.
Where was the light? The road is long…(unfinished)
Four Poems of Dreaming Back to Kunlun
Update time 2010-5-1011:06:49 Words: 2825
Dreaming Back to Kunlun
Inscription: The night is too dark and deep
I often lose my patience at night
Even in the light of wine
lose yourself
Only when I calm down
A strange feeling seized me
Bit by bit, memories began to unfold.
Memories that seem distant occupy my dreams again
The memories and stories of Kun Lun might last forever…
I. Love the 30-Mile Barracks the Most
You bear too much helplessness and vicissitudes
Maybe there are too many stories spreading
The peeling wall recounts the hardships of the years
History has finally abandoned you in a forgotten corner
I came here with the army
In a lonely corner
Looking for traces of history
Vaguely discernible tragic slogan
Record the loyalty of many hot-blooded men
From here you march to the battlefields of your homeland
The hymn of devotion continues to sing
few years ago
A magical woman from the far north
I came here on foot
Looking for the dream of life
For more than ten years, I fought on the snowy plateau like a day
Using the thread of friendship to hold up the sky of Kunlun Mountain
She was the "Goddess of Kunlun"-Jiang Yunyan.
Nightingale Prize Platform, she brings glory to the country
This is the memory of the 30-mile barracks
The "Little Shanghai" on Kunlun Mountain in our hearts
The wheel of history cannot be stopped
I don't have time to think
Only treasure love in the bottom of my heart
II. The most unforgettable nine days in the Qitai
Highland forces break through the land of Qitai
Iron Horse Ice River is no longer a bleak memory
The Black Hawk fighter jet performed stunts at high altitude
The crow breathed heavily and slowly
Flying in the sky above Kunlun Mountain
The weather here hides too many mysteries
The sandstorm has already struck frequently
The clear sky seems far away
Xiaoxue's arrival is inappropriate
In the morning and evening, we sing the opposite show
Experiencing the four seasons every day
The Kunlun soldiers were still chanting the familiar melody.
wind blowing stones
Wearing a cotton-padded jacket all year round
I can't see the grass for ten thousand miles
Crows cannot fly high
In the bitter summer of August, we left too many memories
Young warriors use their youth to write the miracles of life
A beautiful soul is on stage in Qitai Daban
A symphony dedicated by modern soldiers
When comrades fall to the ground because of lack of oxygen
We will not hesitate to take off our cotton-padded clothes
I saved my comrades
And let go of myself
When comrades hold their ground to complete their mission
when we found him
He stood there like the Snow God of Kunlun
When we're waiting for a cooked meal and fresh vegetables
be excited
The meaning of being a soldier is self-evident
This is a legend on Kunlun Mountain
No earth-shattering story
There is no script that will be remembered forever
There's no situation where I'm crying and singing
There are only simple pictures
There are only touching details
Only sincere hearts
Our tears begin to surrender to our eyes
The strong soldier did not forget to remind him,"
Kunlun Mountain doesn't believe in tears
I can't use a pen to describe my true feelings
Because it's too weak
but it was enough
The memory of the nine days of the strange platform will never slip away in my life
III. Passing by Kangxiwa Martyrs Cemetery
The sky is very blue
The clouds are very light and faint
The snow is very thick
The mountain is very high and dangerous
The nameless flower suddenly appears on the grave
Just like you, in the long river of history
Shining a faint light
Shock the bleak memories
The windmill of memory is spinning in the dream
forty-three years ago
You use blood and fire to push the wheel of history
Your youth and blood are spilled in Kunlun
The spark of life suddenly stops beating
From now on, you will sleep here forever
Maybe forty-three years
Maybe forever, forever
I leave my hometown and my family in vain, my soul lingering in my dreams
when I came here
Memories start to melt
Time gradually freezes
The end is the beginning
Until you disperse the smoke of the new century
When the newborn sun rises on Mount Kunlun
I hope the tragedy of history will not repeat itself
Remembering the spring ditch
One day, I accidentally turned over the map of China
A place name came into view
So the spring ditch is no longer a pure place name
But a series of vague and clear footprints
--Inscription
Standing in Qitai Osaka
Along the Yeppu highway, looking far away
The spring ditch is another part of Kunlun Mountain
The green tents are connected
The border guards set up camp there
Early morning in August
The cold drove away the sleepiness of his comrades
The brothers in the kitchen began to cut ice for breakfast.
The horn echoes in the valley
The military flag fluttered on the top of the mountain
Delicious food swaying in front of my nose
A new day starts wandering
two O 'clock in the afternoon
The raging north wind rampaged like a mischievous elf
The gentle and delicate sand is the devil's accomplice
I gave Kunlun Mountain a free makeup
The crow has lost its way
My comrade ate the sand and vegetables into his stomach
Heaven Duke finally doesn't want to pretend in the corner
Splurging on snow is the best reward
night
Starry sky, empty sky, slightly cool
Hungry wolves howl under the night sky of Kunlun Mountain
Scared away the sheep that were foraging
The sentinel of the spring ditch looks at the moon and misses his hometown
The warrior saw his beloved girl in his dream
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