"DiaoRong northwest, strong GuLiang lane. The camel is full of intestines, and the general has a long way to go. "

BC 139, heavy and frivolous, neat and chaotic. On a cold morning, Zhang Qian and his party walked into the desert sand with heavy eyes. They set out from Chang 'an and marched west through Longxi. The words of disease, water shortage, cold, hunger, depression and fear are infinitely magnified, clear and cruel here. There is such a person who died like a flower for various reasons and became a story, but Zhang Qian and his party are still walking in the wind. The hard environment is killing them and sharpening them. We can't guess what sustains them, gold, silver and jewels. Generations of fame? Wife's worried and expecting eyes? Or is it a child's tender and innocent face? Inevitably, they accelerated their tired and heavy steps and said, "Go home, go home ..."

This journey, without her, Zhang Qian's life should be complete.

Camel bells jingle, silk jade flows, the wind blows the yellow sand, and gently puts it down. People only talk about the beauty of silk jade, and the voice of Hu Qin is drunk. The poor woman sighed softly and no one listened.

After a few days' trip, tarquin in Hexi Corridor unfortunately discovered that Zhang Qian and his party were all captured. In the days of detention, it became far away and unknown to reach the western region.

One day, several people took Zhang Qian to a house full of Huns. Noisy, as if talking about something important. With a "crunch", the door was opened, and the hesitant steps finally landed in front of zhangqian who was tied to the chair. The air was severely solidified, and when he looked up, his eyes met and he had a gentle taste. Heavy eyebrows, small and tall nose, with a somewhat naughty and lovely appearance, the skin is still white in the desert wind and sun, and the hair hangs down on the chest. Compared with Han girls, she is much wilder, but she is also a beauty. Her black pearl eyes looked at him curiously. Zhang Qian panicked for a while, but immediately returned to cold. Before meeting him, the leader had told her that he was engaged. In fact, he wanted to turn himself in and watch him, but at that glance, she saw the faint joy in his eyes, like a breeze and fireworks. She only wants to love her husband as all the wives in the world love him. Many nights, she would gently ask, "If I were not a Hun woman, would you love me?" After a long silence, he touched her hair and said, "Go to bed early." When she gave birth to her first child, he paced anxiously outside the door until the child rushed out of the door crying. He laughed and cried again. Zhang Qian knew that this life was doomed to fail her. The Great Han Dynasty did not allow him to stay, and the heavy responsibility of history did not allow him.

Those ten years. She is a rope to him, a closed cage, everything except love. Although she devoted herself to bearing children for him and gave her warmth, years, enthusiasm and tears, she still failed to let his heart escape. Finally, in the tumultuous night, when she heard the word "escape" spoken by others, she stood in the wind, her heart twitched violently, and she shrank in pain. She squatted on the ground and hugged herself little by little, and tears wet the soil in front of her. All these years, she never wanted to imprison him. It was the Xiongnu leader who imprisoned him, not her.

For many years after that, she occasionally leaned against the window, thinking that if she left, she might not be so sad.

We are always used to boasting about heroic stories. The Xiongnu woman who sighed at the full moon was only mentioned in a few words, and no one wanted to mention it. But I want to listen to her, help her close the window, pull up the corner of the quilt, and by the way, I want to say "go to bed early" that Zhang Qian said to the Huns at night many years later.

two

"Buddha has a spirit, and disciples are willing to worship it for life!" A gust of wind blew the sun into the sand sea, and Sanwei Mountain shot thousands of golden lights in the sunset, brilliant and holy. "Thousands of golden lights seem to show a giant Buddha shining in Hui Jin and a statue of a bodhisattva with lifelike eyebrows. Some of them sat up and down, folded their hands and recited silently; Some seemingly personable, shirtless, preaching ... "

Three steep mountains are in troubled times, lying quietly in the desert with a piece of tranquility, and the mountain springs are intertwined in the rugged mountains.

More and more people choose to hide in the mountains and become monks, live on meager food, wash their greasy bodies with clean water, and escape from this era where there are poor people and cigarettes everywhere. Sheryl is one of them. On that day, after making a promise under the Three Dangers Mountain, he began the story of the Mogao Grottoes. First, dig caves on the cliff to worship Buddha, and then lobby around to encourage good men and women to raise funds to build caves and kilns. The story of Sanyan Mountain was blown by the wind, and butterflies floated to every corner of Dunhuang. More and more people come here, and businessmen coming and going on the Silk Road are happy to come here to make some buddhas. Until the Tang Dynasty, countless murals, Buddhist caves and Buddha statues were engraved on this desolate and magical desert, watching people coming and going, listening to the stories of passers-by and feeling the touch of one hand ... The locals called it "Thousand Buddha Cave", and later scholars named it "Mogao Cave" because it was located in the high place of the Gobi Desert.

It is not so much luck as historical mission. He opened the door to the splendid Dunhuang culture. Those Buddha statues, like ever-burning lamps, have been shining for a long time in the long river of culture. They are graceful and floating in the Xinghai of history, and each ribbon is tightly tied to the hearts of future generations.

Today's Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes are mottled and harsh, which makes people sad! Alas! The clenched fist can't be loosened. Is Wang Daochang a sinner? That dark and decadent era must be an accomplice! Yu Zeng said: "Looking at the Mogao Grottoes is not to look at the specimens that have died for a thousand years, but to look at the life that has lived for a thousand years." Leno is waiting, Wei Sanshan is waiting, and the story after the weathered murals is waiting until we stand in front of them, with our hands untouched, our nose sour and our tears boiling.

three

The Journey to the West is well known to everyone, but what can we say about the helplessness and hardship of Tang Priest's trip?

Xuanzang, whose real name is Chen Mingwei, was born in Yanshi, Henan. His understanding of Buddhist scriptures is very high. At the age of 20, he became famous in Kyoto, and he was called "a thousand Li Ju".

Chang 'an is too big to drown Xuanzang in the crowd, and Chang 'an is too small to hold his heart to save the world. So going west became the direction of his life.

Wu Cheng'en skillfully portrayed the character of Tang Xuanzang. Although Xuanzang is a monk, he is different from the monks we generally know. He lives in the mountains and forests, lives on meager food and stays away from worldly troubles. He's different. Xuanzang is a person who joined the WTO. I think this is also the reason why he can achieve positive results and convert to Buddhism. If he wants to save the world, he must first go to the world, feel the joys and sorrows of the world, taste all kinds of things and secular desires. People can only rely on themselves all their lives.

The girl country is a rare confusion for him. Frequent "brothers" are like a flood that is about to drown Tang Yan's last insistence. Even though she has ten thousand tender feelings, he is more determined to go. "If there is an afterlife ..." This became Tang Yan's most helpless and sincere promise. He knows that this kind of life is impossible. All kinds of emotions were in the tears of the king of the daughter country, and finally turned into rejection, so fast.

I like a passage I read before: "There has never been a Monkey King, and there has never been a journey to the West. There are five disciples, in fact, only Tang Yan, and the other four are Tang Yan's demons. The hardships along the way are all the tempering of Tang Priest's heart-keeping one's original heart is Wukong, keeping one's horse is turning dragons, and abstaining from greed, lust and anger is enlightenment, and one's mind and body are pure to Buddha, and his heart is in the west. "

I still remember that Tang Priest said "good" with a smile before he died. One day, I reopened the chapter on the girl country, and suddenly it dawned on me that the last sentence of the king of the girl country was "If there is an afterlife, can you marry me ..."

spend freely

The vastness has become a windy paradise, where listeners live and listen to stories on the Silk Road. Camel * * * accompanied by sandstorm, camel hoof stepped out of camel flower. Thousands of years later, there was only one listener left in the Silk Road Desert, sitting on a grain of sand on the top of the sand mountain. It has been like this for thousands of years. He doesn't know why he wants to stay here. It may be because his father, who is also a listener, will tell him at the end of his life: "Son, everyone is born with his own mission. Doing the smallest thing with your heart will achieve the best of yourself and gain happiness, and the desert is our mission. "

People and camels mix into the most familiar smell for listeners. Today, the situation is slightly different. The sweet smell of life comes to my nose. It was a little boy, playing behind a camel. His father and his party are sitting in the distance to have a rest. The listener fell on the boy's brim and looked at him head down. The boy is not afraid of him at all. He spoke with his breath closed carefully for fear of blowing the listener away. "Who are you? Why is it so small? " "I am a listener, specializing in listening to other people's stories." "That you will be here next year? I will tell you a story when I am older. " The listener was stunned and immediately smiled. "OK, I'll wait for you."

Watching the camel team go away, the camel flowers are only shallowly sunken under the wind, and they extend to the sunset, shining, and the listener is blinded by the wind for a while. When he looked again, there was no trace, and the camel flower disappeared into the desert.

His shadow was thin, old and thin in the faint afterglow, and it smelled sour. If he didn't understand his father before, because he had been listening to stories, no one really wanted to tell him stories. Today, the audience made a wish. Since then, someone in this world has always needed him. He thought he finally understood the meaning of the task. For thousands of years, the listener has never aged, and now, he is getting old in an instant.

five

Why do you want to go west?

A camel caravan trudged along the west road, and two ... * * * jointly created the magical and brilliant Silk Road, and countless people, one and two ... * * * jointly promoted the prosperity of the Chinese nation.

The tea soaked in the cup slowly stretches and floats up and down. The sour eyes remind me that I have been sitting for too long, and the words I can write are limited, while the story of Silk Road is infinite. You see, the fallen leaves outside the window are still breathing slightly, waiting for the green camouflage after waking up.

Westbound, how far and how long will it take? When people get old, camel bells rust. Westbound, keep walking, young life, powerful camel's hoof.

Full of vitality, alternating.

Land (dry)

Westbound, westbound, has become a desolate mission.

About the author: Lu Jia, female, born in 1999, is currently studying in Longdong College. She has published works in Longdong Daily, Wen Hui Daily, American Literature, Gansu Radio and Television News, Qingyang Weekly, Beidou and children's cartoons.