Chuan Yin was getting closer and closer. When the sweet voice of the air stewardess woke Wei Chuyang up from the height of ten thousand meters, through the window of the plane, Wei Chuyang could clearly see the land under the wing and the familiar Tengger Desert in his memory. At this moment, his intuition told him that he was already in the sky above Xia Ning, and the scene in front of him was the colorful Chuan Yin that he had been meeting for a long time. The yellow belt that floated across the silver river should be the Nine Winding Yellow River that he had been dreaming of in his previous life and now.
Chuanyin was a tourist city. The precious heritage left by the ancestors and the tireless efforts of future generations had created rich tourism resources for Chuanyin. The Western Xia mausoleum, Chengtian Temple, and the sea pagoda all condensed a thick history and culture. The magnificent Nanguan Mosque had a strong religious image of the Islan. Western Film and Television City brought Chinese movies to the world; The beautiful sand lake was sparkling with blue waves. The lake was beautiful, and the green reeds swayed in the lake. Climbing the desert, looking back, the lake and the sky were the same color. The Jiangnan water village and the desert were one, tender and vigorous. The magical natural landscape of Shapotou allowed people to enjoy the Yellow River, desert, green mountains and oases. Climbing up one sand mountain after another in the Tengger Desert, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the meaningful and emotional charm of Wang Wei's " The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the long river is round." Finally, he sat on the ancient sheepskin raft and crossed the torrential Yellow River to the other side of the return journey. This would be a perfect and unforgettable trip.
The Helan Mountains were also a sight that couldn't be missed. There was an old saying in Xia Ning," Without Helan Mountains, there would be no Xia Ningchuan." It was said that Mount Helan was originally a horse that galloped from afar. It rested by the river and turned into a high mountain. The Yellow River was a huge dragon. It rushed over and roared away. It only let out a gentle groan in Xia Ningchuan's ears. Chuan Yin sat between the dragon and horse. Looking west from the Chuanyin Plain, the Helan Mountain was really like a galloping horse. It was magnificent. It not only blocked the eastward movement of the Tengger Desert, but also greatly weakened the invasion of the northwest cold current and sandstorm. It was the natural barrier and guardian of the environment in the Chuanyin Urban area. As a result, the blue sky here was clear and the vegetation was green. It also became the dividing line between China's monsoonal climate and non-monsoonal climate.
Wei Chuyang didn't stop at this historical city. He took the bus, bought a ticket, got on the bus, and boarded the bus home.
A bicycle wants to inquire about the border, and the vassal state passes by Juyan.
Zheng Peng came out of the Han frontier fortress, returning wild geese into the Hu sky.
The smoke in the desert was straight, and the sun was round in the long river.
Xiaoguan met the cavalry waiting for him, and the capital was in Yanran.
The journey was bumpy. Looking at the Gobi Desert outside the window, he couldn't help but think of Wang Wei's poem," To the Frontier."
Was the Gobi Desert beautiful? For the locals, it was bad news. For those who lived in big cities, they yearned to experience the beautiful scenery of Wang Wei's poem," The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is round in the long river."
Wei Chuyang had never set foot in the city before. Every time, he would pass by in a car. Every time, it was the kind of empty space where one could not see the end of it. He had only heard Liu Bo complain about it before, but he did not know how bad it was.
Liu Bo was in the field of geological exploration. He traveled all over the country and had once spent a month working in the Gobi Desert in his hometown. When he returned to Beijing, he complained for half a day.
He said that the Gobi was windy and that it was only a vague concept in the past. After going there, he found that the limerick of " a thousand miles without people, the wind blowing the stones away " was not nonsense. Generally speaking, the frequency of the wind was about five days a week. The wind force was 5 to 6, and the gust could reach 10. The remaining two days were about 3 winds. In the face of such wind, the fabric used to make the flag would be blown away, and it would be useless to lock the edges. Whenever night fell, the sound of the flag flying through the air was the best lullaby for the geological team. He had never seen a scene where stones were blown away by the wind, but it was very common to see small gravel mixed in, especially in the process of earthworks. "When the wind is too strong for construction, we can only rest. We've tested it before. A4 paper is quite strong. The gravel carried in the wind can't penetrate it, and the toilet paper will be easily destroyed.
The Gobi Desert lacked everything. It was truly a barren land. The only thing it did not lack was an empty land. One could not see the end of it at a glance, and it was a monotonous yellow. He said that only after experiencing that kind of life did he understand why people would cry when they saw green plants after coming out of the Gobi Desert. Drinking water had to be transported from hundreds of kilometers away when they worked there, about once a week. If there was a sudden downpour during the transportation of supplies and the flood destroyed the simple road, they could only drink bitter water for two days.
Wei Chuyang couldn't imagine how bitter it was to be ridiculed like this as he was always cooped up in his office.
After more than four hours of being muddleheaded, they finally arrived at the county town.
" Mom, I'm back." He said to his mother in a relaxed manner as soon as he stepped into the house. Home was a warm name. It was both a shelter from the wind and rain, and a space that truly allowed people to rest their souls.
Dragging his tired body back home, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Although he did not have the feeling of Mulan's " open my door to the east pavilion, sit on my bed in the west pavilion, take off my old robe, and wear my old clothes," he could immediately enjoy everything that was loved by his father and mother.
It felt so good to be home!
" You're back, son. Are you tired? Are you hungry? Go take a shower first. I'll cook for you now," his mother said with concern as she stood up from the television. She was very worried about her son's long journey, especially when he was overseas. She would call him from time to time these few days.
" I'm a little hungry. You can make some noodles. I want to eat some plain noodles to get rid of the oil and water. I've been eating big fish and meat for the past few days, and I'm getting tired of it," Wei Chuyang lied. He always reported the good news but not the bad. Even if it was boiled water and steamed buns, he would say big fish and meat.
" Okay, okay, okay. I'll make you some noodles and make a plate of your favorite potato stir-fried chili." Mother Wei knew that her son had not said that it was bitter since the second year of middle school. He had always been laughing and laughing.
"Take mine and send it back to me
Spit it out what you ate
The records in the glittering red star
Become the dialogue of this moment
Make up for what you owe me
Hand over what you stole from me
You and I are in love like a boxing match
Every time I guess…sigh
La…
La…
Swoosh swoosh
Heehee Shua Shua Heehee Shua Shua "
Wei Chuyang hummed as he washed up. After thirty minutes, he finished his shower.
His mother had also finished cooking and was waiting in the living room.
" Mom, where did my dad go?" Wei Chuyang asked as he picked up the bowl and chopsticks.
" Come, eat more. Look at how thin you are. Don't worry about your dad. He went to school and said he had a meeting today. I wonder what meeting he has on a weekend," Auntie Wei said as she sat on the sofa.
" How did I lose weight? I'm at a normal weight. I'm 175 centimeters tall and 120 centimeters in weight. It's the standard of standards," Wei Chuyang mumbled as he ate. He pointed at the gifts and said,"Here, these are the gifts I bought for you two. Your cosmetics and my dad's suit. Open them and see if they're suitable."
" You child, it's such a long journey and you don't have anything. You're wasting money. It's better to save some money and buy more study materials than anything else," Auntie Wei said as she looked at the cosmetics in her hand. Her heart ached.
"It's not easy for me to go on a long trip. If I don't bring you a gift, what will become of me?"
After dinner, Wei Chuyang felt a little sleepy. He didn't wait for his father to come back and went to sleep.
He had traveled thousands of miles and ended up with a series of twists and turns. Ten thousand miles away, but still looking at the road ahead.
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