Morning tour to Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang - BH2255.com
Morning tour to Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang
In the early morning, at the entrance of the hotel in Dunhuang, the beautiful and knowledgeable tour guide Wang Xiaowan said goodbye to us, with tears in her eyes, and was about to return to Urumqi with another tour group. They broke up and went their separate ways. No matter who looked back, all that was left behind on the North Silk Road that was drifting away were lingering memories of each other.Being able to meet a good tour guide when traveling with a group is a rare thing. It requires both luck and fate. It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Xiaowan is the best tour guide I have encountered during countless travels. The Gansu tour guide who succeeded Wang Xiaowan was a girl who had just graduated from a tourism school. Everyone called her "Gansu Korean Tour Guide". Compared with Wang Xiaowan, "Gansu Korean Tour Guide" was jerky and reserved, and her language was rigid, which made Liu Jian and others like me very uncomfortable. Not adaptable.The tour bus we took will travel across the entire Dunhuang City, and then visit Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring. "Gansu Han Guide" pointed to the ancient and modern buildings outside the car window and introduced the past and present of Dunhuang City. The reason why Dunhuang became an important town on the Silk Road is closely related to its special geographical location.Dunhuang is surrounded by the majestic Qilian Mountains to the south, the vast Taklimakan Desert to the west, the rugged Besai Mountains to the north, and the abrupt Sanwei Mountains to the east. The clear and crystal clear water of the Dang River nourishes the fertile fields in every oasis here.Dunhuang, a shining symbol on the ancient Silk Road, is like gold inlaid on the ancient sandbank land. Mogao Grottoes, Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring, which are even louder than the names of this city, are even more mysterious and famous all over the world.At around 7 o'clock in the morning, under the leadership of "Gansu Han Guide", we arrived at the foot of Mingsha Mountain. At this time, Mingsha Mountain was already bustling with countless tourists, almost everyone holding a skateboard, climbing in groups towards the top of Mingsha Mountain.No matter how many times you have heard it, you can only feel its innate beauty head-on by slowly opening the curtain of Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon Spring in your mind with your own hands. Rolling sand hills stand in front of you, and the golden sand dunes reach into the blue sky. The sand waves are like the waves of the sea. Under the touch of the morning sun, the sand is colorful and golden. Several dark figures were walking slowly along the blade-like sand ridge toward the top of Mingsha Mountain. The scene seemed to be engraved on an ancient scroll, which moved me inexplicably.After waiting for more than half an hour outside the crowded attraction gate, we finally arrived at the foot of Mingsha Mountain. Liu Jian, four Hong Kong girls, and all my fellow travelers in the same group couldn’t wait to pick up our skateboards and run to higher places. After a while, running turned into walking, and walking turned into climbing. When we arrived at Mingsha Mountain At the highest point, they were all flushed with exhaustion and panting. Turning around and looking back, the spectacular and beautiful sand waves behind me, which were once solidified, had already been trampled here and there, completely changed beyond recognition.The morning light was shining and the breeze was gentle. Several young friends and I got on our skateboards and rushed straight to the bottom of the mountain. My ears were filled with wind and I was dizzy. I couldn't help but want to hold down my pounding heartbeat, only to find that my palms were covered with wet sweat, and my throat was filled with fear.Friends who have been to Dunhuang have all said that the sound of sand in Mingsha Mountain is wonderful and euphemistic, like drums and cries, and has endless charm. Could it be that there is something wrong with my eardrums, or that there is a malfunction in the operation of the auditory system? Maybe I am just too nervous. Anyway, my ears told me very honestly that except for the shouting of boys and girls, I heard no sound. heard.
Song of Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang
Climb along the sword-like sand ridge,
Pick the stars with your hands,
Could it be that Toad Palace is splashing colors?
The Great Immortal Huangjiao comes to chant sutras?
Jinsha Village,
stone soldiers,
The vicissitudes of life are coming to an end,
Thousands of valleys and peaks pass through the void.
The water is clear and green,
The grass is lush and green,
Looking for beauty by the Crescent Moon Spring,
The snail fairy and the shrimp girl disappeared without a trace.
Qilian Feixue,
Guanghanbing,
If it weren't for the vast sea, it would be difficult to find water.
How can we listen to pen farming!
The magical land of China is full of masters of fabricating stories. Wherever there are magical natural landscapes, there are indispensable incredible legends. It is said that a long time ago, there was a life-and-death struggle in Mingsha Mountain. Bugles were loud, drums were blaring, swords and crossbows were flying, and swords and swords were clashing. Every grain of yellow sand here is almost soaked in hot blood.Suddenly, the yellow sand spewed out from the sky like a Qiantang tide. The soldiers of both sides were immediately buried in the sea of sand. No one was spared. They all became sacrifices of the unprovoked tragedy. From then on, whenever the yellow wind roared, the sound of golden drums and the clash of weapons would be heard from under the sand dunes.Somehow, standing in front of Mingsha Mountain and rereading the legends of the predecessors, a blurry yet clear picture appeared in front of my eyes. The male protagonist in that picture is exactly one of my past lives in thousands of reincarnations. I vaguely remember that I am a soldier in the army. I have been stationed in the Western Region for several years and have fought countless bloody battles, but I still have no military exploits.At this time, the Western Region was safe. According to the laws and regulations, the swords and guns are put into the treasury, the horses are released to Nanshan, the generals enter the court, and the soldiers return to their hometowns. But just when I was about to return home after holding thousands of soft intestines, I encountered an unprecedented bloody battle in Dunhuang.Serving the country with a heroic heart, spilling blood on the robes, and serving on the battlefield are the feelings of every man about his family and country. Gaining fame and a wife, this is the ultimate goal of every soldier. For this last hope, I fought with all my might, regardless of my own safety, stepping over the corpses one after another, and wielding my spear, I went straight to the top of Mingsha Mountain from the Crescent Moon Spring.Just when success and hope are rising, yellow sand roars from the sky. In an instant, I became an unjust ghost in the yellow sand outside the Great Wall. The hardships, ragged breaths, beautiful visions, and everything in life were buried under the long yellow sand, condensed into a sand crystal that carries the soul.After waking up from my unfettered and crazy imagination, under the scorching wind and the sun, there was still yellow sand in front of me. Four Hong Kong girls were lying on the sand in an exhausted state. Liu Jian and I stretched out our hands to pull them up one by one, and then escorted them one by one to the backs of the camels that were kneeling to greet them, to experience the feeling of riding a camel in the desert.The most burdensome thing in Mingsha Mountain is the docile and pitiful camel. These desert boats that originally traveled on the Silk Road turned out to be a cash cow for one party's finances. No one who comes here is willing to let them go, including "hypocrites" like me.Huang Lingshan, the youngest of the four Hong Kong girls, is pretty, lively and has short, ear-length hair, which is my favorite hairstyle for girls. Classmate Xiao Huang, what flows from her dark eyes is not only joy but also innocence. She is the most lovable little girl in the tour group. Everywhere she goes, everyone can't help but give up all the conveniences. she. In Mingsha Mountain, the camel we selected for her was the most handsome, kind, gentle and humane.Perhaps it was the first time she sat on the camel's hump. Huang Lingshan seemed extremely excited and nervous. She didn't pay attention when taking pictures and accidentally dropped the camera into the long yellow sand. Tears, tears like streams suddenly burst into my eyes. Everyone knows that her tears were definitely not for the camera, but for the film in the camera that imprinted the precious memories along the way from Tianshan Mountain.Upon hearing this, Liu Jian and I immediately jumped off the camel and drove back and forth along the road several times to search carefully, but there was no sign of the camera. With no choice but to give up the last effort, he took the grieving girl Huang and followed the team towards the legendary Crescent Moon Spring.Dunhuang Crescent SpringThe graceful and graceful fairy,With light steps,Will Yaochi,Hold it into the majestic sand mountains.Made by nature,Who is comparable?The clear water is quiet,It has comforted me on so many hard journeys.The princess of the Han Dynasty lived from now on,A curly tent serves as a palace,Desert Prince Lakeside Station,Playing the song "Wild Wolf" casually.Who will grind the stones into ripples?Who washed the mad songs with wine?Qiongtai August Peach Fair,Is there any phoenix flower and rain?How many times have I read about it in books, how many times have I heard about it from friends, and how many times have I looked at it affectionately in my dreams. Finally, at such an emotional moment, I actually saw the Crescent Moon Spring in Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang, like a blue moon embedded in the corner of Mingsha Mountain.The water waves are dull and as clear as a mirror, and the Mingsha Mountain is reflected in the Crescent Lake. The trees are staggered, the sand willows are curved, and there are countless tourists on the corner of the tower. "The clear sky comforts the blue sky, beautiful people live in the Crescent Lake, the jade mirror is surrounded by sand, and a flying heron breaks through the blue smoke." Once upon a time, I don't know which master in the world posted this hot poem on the edge of the Crescent Lake, which made my mind Be smart with it.Crescent Moon Spring has swaying reed flowers, fragrant Elaeagnus and wild birds flying. On the shore, the Empress Hall, Dragon King Palace, Yaowang Cave, Yuquan Tower and Leiyin Temple each occupy one side, and are small and exquisite. The Crescent Moon Spring is neither buried by quicksand nor dried up by drought. Undecipherable mysteries accompany this clear water. Facing this situation, I feel infinitely emotional. In front of nature, we will always be ignorant students.At this moment, the breeze has already dried the tears on the face of Hong Kong girl Huang Lingshan, and the smile blooming is like a brilliant cloud. The picture of yellow sand and clear water, the beautiful figure of the girl named Huang, and that moment of happy time and space have been fixed in my long-term memory.During the trip to the North Road of Xinjiang, I was moved every time I stopped, and the place that shocked my heartstrings the most was still Dunhuang beyond the Great Wall, with its irreplaceable history, shocking caves, Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Moon created by heaven and earth. Quan, which part is not a stroke of genius?In addition to these natural landscapes, a man-made ancient city also stands on the vast Gobi desert. The ancient city of Dunhuang reproduces the majesty of the northwest town during the Song and Tang Dynasties. It is known as the Museum of Architectural Art in Western China and has become the largest film and television shooting base in Western China. The large-scale historical feature films "Dunhuang", "The Romance of the Gods" and "New Dragon Gate Inn" have been Filmed there.It is said that the ancient city of Dunhuang, located 25 kilometers away from Dunhuang City, has now become a major tourist attraction in Dunhuang. It's a pity that I missed this place during my trip to Dunhuang in 1998. I hope that when I revisit my hometown one day in the future, the ancient city of Dunhuang will be the first place I ask about.
Original text | Gao Yumin
Page plate making | Feibao
Illustrations | Partly sourced from the Internet
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