Crossing Zhaoguan‖I was once full of pride, but I came back with an empty suitcase
I am like a goose mourning in the sky,
I am like a dragon swimming on a shallow beach.
I am like a fish that swallowed the hook and line,
I am like a ship that has lost its rudder in the waves.
Thinking about it makes me heartbroken,
How can I look forward to tomorrow tonight?
When I was a child, I often heard babbling operas from my grandma’s radio, such as passing Zhaoguan, playing in dragon robes, and Mu Guiying taking command.
Although I couldn't understand what was being sung, the scene and the tune were deeply imprinted in my mind.
It’s been a long time since I’ve traveled alone in my memory, so long that even the photos have become blurry.
There is a picture that fits my state very well at that time.
So I rode on my shoulder and started on my way back.
Pass Zhaoguan
On the way to travel. Except for the scenery. That's the story.
I have no story and no wine.
But I have met many people with stories.
I also drank a lot of wine and told stories.
Walked too hastily.
So I didn't check the condition of the car properly.
Sure enough, I haven’t left Lanzhou yet. The car stalled.
Following the routine of oil, electricity and oil, I found that the engine oil was not enough.
add.
Half a barrel of engine oil went down, and the familiar sound of horse hooves returned.
In fact, I am very grateful for my shoulder strap. Although he has many minor problems. Can't buy accessories. Almost no one knows how to fix it.
But it taught me that it is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. If no one knows how to cultivate, I should cultivate on my own.
The occasional stroller also makes up for the physical training I can't do.
And, although he didn’t ride fast, he never left me on the road.
Being on the road leaves a lot of time for your brain to think.
Travel through the mountains in the northwest.
See the tree. See the forest again.
From2019 to 1997.
The day before we drank and said goodbye.
Passed by his hometown the next day.
Then we passed by the train yesterday.
Maybe the human world is still worth it.
After leaving Gansu, I went to Ningxia and then returned to Gansu.
It seems that he is never willing to see Northwest again.
Passing Guyuan and climbing over Liupan Mountain, known as the "Mountain of Victory" in the Long March
As a wet person, I also composed an impromptu poem:
"Look at this road, it's steep and winding, just like this mountain, it's continuous and continuous."
then. Finally arrived in Shaanxi.
Met a carrier friend.
Prepare to say he is an uncle. But I call him brother.
We walked towards each other. I went all the way east, and he all the way west.
Landscapes always meet. The moment my brother stopped me. I suddenly remembered a movie I watched before leaving.
"Crossing Zhaoguan".
It is the story of a 77-year-old grandfather who took his grandson to Sanmenxia on a motorcycle he had just learned to watch the Cultural Revolution.
Sometimes I feel like I'm mature enough and all that's left is to grow older.
Most of us don’t like to listen to what the elderly say. I feel like they haven't kept up with the times. Very nagging.
But now what I'm left with is slowly maturing.
There is a very common saying in motorcycle travel circles:
The four wheels carry the physical body. Two wheels carry the soul. Three wheels carry the entire home.
Brother has been out for a long time. I only run about 300 kilometers a day.
He said that as he got older, he was no longer like when he was young.
But 300 kilometers a day and 3,000 kilometers a day are for those who have goals.
What does it matter?
My brother lived in the open air, and all his food and accommodation were in the car park.
Met a lot of interesting people.
Told me many interesting stories.
Just like Li Changfu in the movie.
Saved a young man who wanted to commit suicide after his business failed.
The money was given to the family of the driver who died on the national highway asking for burial expenses.
I met an old beekeeper who guarded the graves of his parents.
Two old men who had experienced many vicissitudes of life met in a long night.
Wine meets a close friend.
In fact, we have never been like this.
Everyone's life is a lonely journey.
How can we see all the snow that falls on a person's life?
After passing Zhaoguan, there is still Tongguan.
After passing Tongguan, there is Jiayuguan Shanhaiguan.
Brother finally found the mother of the martyr 20 years ago in Xinjiang and handed the photo to her.
The old man also saw old friends he hadn't seen for many years in the hospital.
Not much pleasantries. Even just for a few minutes.
There is only a simple "Have you eaten" when meeting and "Let's go quickly. Slow down on the road" when leaving.
No need for too many words.
Everything became clear the moment you and I met.
The old man in the movie is very similar to Harold in "A Man's Pilgrimage".
After learning that his old friend was ill, he embarked on a long journey alone.
Everyone felt that what they were doing was meaningless.
Getting older. The journey is too long. Wouldn't it be better to take a train, bus or plane?
But even though it’s thousands of miles away, I’m still going.
the end of the movie
My old friend still passed away. On his deathbed, he said that he was satisfied to see his old friend for the last time while alive.
They both knew that this might be the last time they would see each other in this life.
No hard hugs. No need to say goodbye forcefully.
so.
Let's go. Let's go.
Just remember to go slower on the road.
"Slow down on the road."
"let's go".
Those who are away from home may be very familiar with this sentence.
Life may be about saying goodbye constantly.
Keep watching the familiar figures go away one by one.
So I never want to say goodbye.
When I leave home, I often listen to Xu Wei and Pu Shu
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword. Take a look at the prosperity of the world."
On the way home, what I listened to the most was "Clouds from My Hometown"
"I was once full of enthusiasm, but I came back with an empty bag."
Night has fallen again.
I drank hard liquor.
Feeling the gentle breeze and drizzle from the southeast.
And at this moment.
I am already three thousand miles away from the northwest, as far as the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.
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