Looking through the Silk Road oasis in the desert ( Photos )

moon out of the Tianshan Mountains, vast clouds between; Traveling thousands of miles, blowing degree Pass.

Jiayuguan - Dunhuang

relieved armor, through the Gobi,

find one oasis in the desert

we empty down to Jiayuguan City, it was late, the moon rising, reminiscent of the moon scimitar, and calmly think of" the moon out of Tianshan Mountains." Prior to our short stay in Lanzhou, my first close contact with the Yellow River." Clouds on the Yellow River far between, an isolated city Maninsan; why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass" poetry so and so. Bamboo flute does not complain willow, because the spring can actually blow the Pass degree. Be disseminated through the Taklimakan Desert of the warm spring breeze, the jade tree that has not, but flew with a cold-blooded thief and vast.

Under the arrangement, we are going to take the Silk Road, non-over and over, is a long journey by car, so it was rather escape to flight means. I can imagine the hard road, but no matter how tough, hard to get through the Hexi Corridor, but the pain Huo, Zhang Qian displaced pain but the pain, suffering but the pain of the ancient caravan from their homes. Long history, the Silk Road covered with a layer of Mona Lisa's smile, but also for our excursion to add a touch of the heroic sense.

start. Mighty fleet, leaving Jiayuguan, Dunhuang to enter.

crossed the Gobi desert, my excitement I expected. This implies a kind of greedy excitement as the beginning of every lover to try to always occupy the eyes, hunting each other's beauty. The beauty is barren desert, a dead beauty, I remember at least the brain plundered by a few unknown first Frontier to awaken the heart of scholars around the corner, hoping to prove that this line is not true, but in vain, the charm of poetry is difficult to replace at the moment the scenery. The best solution is attached to the windows on my face --- If the window, the dust cover will be no doubt --- patiently watch to see if it's silence to see if it's Gone, to see how it carved in the head mark .

we do not take the high-speed, so constantly wrong way, because the whole road seems to have the renovations. --- I dream of reaching Dunhuang, when a city, but also at night. Dream into the reality of things, shattered dreams along with it, so I saw a tourist city common night, neon-covered landscape of trees, of course like Yongzhisufen. But excitement is immortal,

I eat a midnight snack with a pedestrian, food stalls, roast lamb, the taste is very good, the atmosphere of the Western Regions Therefore, by the mouth into the stomach, the stomach and heart. This is the charm of folk cuisine, its energy is larger than a city.

must go to the Mogao Grottoes, to go Mingsha, Crescent Moon Spring. In the Mogao Grottoes, I harvested the first trip to the Western Regions drops sincere tears, it is cloudless over the Mogao Grottoes, a Bi such as washing and hygiene, as a" monk" Xuan Zang's handwritten handwritten born, for the vicissitudes of Ancient Buddha was born, as Wang Daoshi of ignorance and twentieth-century China was born. I want to say" moving" , but others say" shock" , this hypocrisy, shallow cover, just to prove that" Men do not cry easily." But I dare say, to the Mogao Grottoes, the man does not hold in the mouth is not the hero tears. In Mingsha, Crescent Moon Spring, your mind will be converted, from the emotions, to calm and serene. I am the one side of Crescent Lake Lang Yanxia, ​​sit a long time, only to find out the true meaning of the word: Oasis.