I quite like the broad, vast scenery. These deserts, Gobis, and skinny winds and moons can easily make people feel the insignificance of their physical bodies, leading them to live in a lower posture. Xinjiang's landforms are extremely rich, covering almost the entire process of changes in the earth's crust. We can also recognize that humans thrive and die out as the natural environment changes. Everything as far as the eye can see is like a miraculous desert desert with ruins and ruins, like an infinite and glorious Buddhist kingdom. In fact, it is very tolerant in this passing time. No matter how dangerous and difficult the environment and people are, it is always as patient as a mountain and as calm as a spring.
The Tathagata says that the three thousand great worlds are not worlds, but are called worlds.
On the flight back, I read a book, Master Hsing Yun's "Life with Gass Palms", and my mood gradually became calmer and peaceful. It was as rewarding as this trip. I have been reading Buddhist books for several years, but I never dare to talk about practicing Buddhism lightly. This is a lifetime of cultivating one’s mind and nature, hiding one’s strength and biding one’s time.
I saw historical flood relics as old as the founding of the world. The Yadan landforms with dozens of floors and dozens of floors were endless, covering dozens of miles in radius. Every beautiful wind-eroded water mark is a book of history, carefully carved. Since the collision and uplift of the Eurasian continent, the sea has turned into land. The Himalayas have completely blocked the gentle wind and rain, causing the Altun Mountains and the basins between the Tianshan Mountains to grow barren. The floods caused by the dramatic changes in the landform have created the Yadan style that is rare in the world. Everywhere I look, I feel overwhelming and overwhelming. I stand here, gently touching these thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, as magical as a dream.
(Dragon City Yadan Group)
(Dragon City Yadan Group, a passing convoy in the distance)
(Dragon City Yadan Group)
I traveled through Lop Nur, the "Ear of the Earth", which is the most magnificent testimony of nature changing human beings and human beings changing nature. It is also the result of direct confrontation between man and nature. The salt flats and cracked earth beneath my feet were not signs of natural decay, but the prelude to rage. Since the 1960s, large tracts of farmland and livestock have been developed on the originally barren land along the Tarim River and the Peacock River. Human greed and desire soon overturned the originally delicate and fragile ecology. As a result, the river dried up, and Lop Nur finally dried up completely in the 1970s. Only large tracts of salt crust were left, and the off-road vehicle limped forward with difficulty. The desolate scenes in front of us reminded people of the splendid ancient civilizations: Loulan, Luobu people, and the Silk Road. None of them exist today. Only the "SDIC Luo Potash" potash mining company has opened a salt drying field as huge as a city.
(Towering Yadan Group in Haidao)
(Towering Yadan Group in Haidao)
(Outside Lop Nur)
(Near the camping site on the way to Lop Nur)
I saw the vigorous and tough Populus euphratica. Even if they have been dead for unknown years, they are still so magnificent. The scorching sun and wind and sand have destroyed their lives, and their branches have burst into pieces. They are intertwined in all kinds of strange postures. Until the end of the desert, they exist forever in another posture. The living Populus euphratica is sparse, deeply rooted, and lives tenaciously, as if it has seen through the cycle of life and death and is alive. For just a moment, the hot yellow sand under my feet and the sound of wind were close to my ears: this is forever.
(Populus euphratica died in the desert)
(Popular euphratica alive by the Tarim River)
I saw the remains of the broken city wall, which was full of devastation. The sand in the sky seemed to have deeply concealed the secrets of history. And the thousand-year wind blew in my ears, and I vaguely seemed to feel the light and shadow of swords, powerful soldiers and horses, and the beating of war drums. I don’t know whether horse bones or human bones are everywhere under my feet, and I don’t know whether they are ancient relics or modern things. Just looking at it like this, I suddenly felt sad and sad. It can be said that I pity the bones by the Yongding River, especially the people in the boudoir dream. How many ambitions and ideals have been buried by history and disappeared?
(Animal bones all over the ancient city of Milan)
(In the ancient city of Milan)
(Yatungus covered with yellow sand to the roof)
(Gate of Atungus Ruins)
I was walking along the ancient riverbed, post roads and mountains, and I thought of the song "The Ordinary Road". There is no doubt that the melody is rich and the lyrics are beautiful. "I have crossed mountains and seas, and also crossed mountains and seas of people. I have asked questions all over the world, but I have never gotten an answer…"
(Remnants of the ancient city of Milan)
(Taklimakan Desert)
How to live a wonderful life without a roof above and without a cone below? The Diamond Sutra says: There is no sign of self, no sign of no one, no sign of living beings, and no sign of life-span. . .