dance like a butterfly

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lonely city, Wanren Mountain.Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.

The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately urge it.Lord Grim drunk lying on the battlefield, how many people fought back in ancient times?

In the distant prosperous Tang Dynasty, apart from "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song", these two "Liangzhou Songs" were probably the most popular songs outside the Great Wall.

Wuwei, known as Liangzhou in ancient times, was an important pass on the Silk Road and was once the center of northern Buddhism.What kind of prosperity has it had before? I think it is not bad for it to be a lively scene with sleeves like clouds, sweat dripping like rivers, laughter like spring thunder, and shouting like a hurricane.

On the Silk Road, the bustling merchants have different costumes and different languages, and all of them can speak the Chang'an dialect.In the court of Chang'an, in the workshop, in the maiko hall, wherever there is a well, they see a scene of singing and dancing everywhere, and they hear "Liangzhou Ci" being sung everywhere.Yes, who can forget the bitterness of the frontier desert, the soldiers who light up the lamp while drunk and look at the sword, the old dream of battling the horn, the remnant sound of horses treading on the glacier, and the mourning of the Hudi playing "Folding Willows"?These caravans bought a variety of goods they loved, and set off from Chang'an, the most prosperous and most populous international city in the world at that time, across the vast Gobi, through Central Asia, and through Asia Minor. It not only brought the silk fabrics and blue and white porcelain from the Central Plains, but also brought the culture of the Tang Dynasty, and also brought Wang Zhihuan and Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci" to the Aegean Sea and the Nile River Basin.

When the sun was setting, I searched all over the desert for the beautiful scenery of Guyanzhichanghe Sunset Garden, but I couldn't find it.

The high ancient city wall behind you condenses the light and shadow of the vicissitudes of time. The imprints of knives and axes have long been eroded by time and wind. , The beeping sound of the burning barracks, when the cool wind blows, it seems to be able to feel a slight echo, but it also gradually fades away.The fiery red clouds are shining on Lao Han's face. This is the most resolute face I have ever seen in my life, and I can't get enough of it.

Staring at Lao Han, I asked, "Brother, do you believe in reincarnation?"

"What do you mean? Brother is a rough man, and I can't understand what you say." Old Han didn't know what to say, and was taken aback.

chuff?Yes.He is a rough man, good rough man!Under the high Qilian Mountains, Lao Han is the soldier guarding the border. Like me, his hometown is far away, and he has no lover. His ignorant love will be handed over to a man, and it is destined that he is me. only love.Regardless of this life or the previous life, Wuwei is the place where his love sprouted.When the enemy came to attack, he was ordered to kill the enemy bravely. After the enemy retreated, he felt lost and had nothing to send.Maybe when warming wine to keep out the cold, maybe when wiping guns by the fire, maybe when dipping in water to wipe wounds, he will meet short-term love. Strictly speaking, that is called first experience, not love. It is me who is in love, it is me!I believe that no matter what life it is, we will meet again in the end, this is reincarnation!

"Forget it if you don't understand it." I put him off and went to see Jiang Zemin's inscription on the city gate tower.

"Xiaohui, brother didn't study much, you know that."

Lao Han also has flaws, and his confidence is obviously lacking.It may also be this flaw that made him cherish me even more.

I couldn't bear it, so I held his hand with a smile, "If the first person you met in Wuwei was not Chen Hanzhang, but me who loved you wholeheartedly, would you leave Wuwei?"

Old Han froze for a second, suddenly showing his neat teeth, clenched my hand, and grabbed my ear with the other hand and squeezed it fiercely, "Do you think, brother, you will be willing to leave? But, then impossible."

"Why is it impossible?"

"Think about it, at that time you were still a kid wearing crotch pants." Lao Han let go of my ear and laughed.

I blushed anxiously, "A little brat is a brat, and a brat likes people like you, what's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Okay, okay, it's better if you like it, I'm afraid you don't like it. Don't do this, look, someone is looking at this way, and they think someone is abusing their own baby. Stop making trouble, be good, brother I'll buy you a lollipop." Old Han cracked his mouth with a smile.

"I want to make a fuss, I want to make a fuss, I want to eat a lollipop, the lollipop in your middle, will you give it?"

"What's the matter?" Lao Han never saw me brake halfway.

"I'm going to see the barracks you stayed in, and save it for the evening."

"I don't think so. Not everyone can enter the barracks of the army. Now my brother is not working as a servant. Even if he is working as a servant, you are not a family member, so you still can't go in!"

"What? I'm your brother, I'm not a family member? Then who do you say is your family member?"

"Okay, okay, of course you are my younger brother, and you are naturally a family member. However, it is really difficult to enter those places now. Besides, after decades, there must be some changes, and there is nothing to see. How about it? , let's look from a distance, if there is no change, brother think of a way to see if we can go in, if the changes are too big, there is no need to go in."

It can only be the.During the military training at school, although I wore a military uniform for a period of time, it was really far from the real clothing of Old Han's time.That kind of military yellow, although rustic, makes people have an indescribable obsession.The life of the army may be monotonous, but I have an indescribable affection for the soldiers.Seeing the few photos of Lao Han in military uniform that have already turned yellow in his home, I would be dazed.

The car headed south, and within ten miles along the mountain road, Lao Han stopped and said, "Here we are."

Sure enough, the camp was ahead.There is a sentry post at the spacious gate, and a 20-year-old soldier stands motionless with a gun in his hand. The concrete floor at the gate is flat and spacious, and two rows of thick poplars lead straight to the depths of the camp. On both sides of the poplars, there is a building It is a small six-storey building. Looking at the dark red tiles on the outside, it must have been built not long ago.

"It's changed, it's changed too much!" Lao Han murmured in a low voice.

In my impression, the houses here are all low bungalows, the walls are built with adobe, or they are built with broken stones from the Qilian Mountains and the gaps are marked with cement. The sun is hot When the ground is roasted, it is warm in winter and cool in summer; in my impression, the trees here should all be Populus euphratica. In late autumn, the leaves are as yellow as gold, and when the autumn wind passes by, there is a rustling sound. Fall down, fall down for 3000 years, and the appearance of immortality for 3000 years after death is the same as the most loyal love; in my impression, there are not many barracks here, and most of them should be open spaces. Soldiers are everywhere in the open spaces. Eager to fight and compete, some read books from Mars, Enlais under the street lamp, some played the huqin, and sang melodiously... However, at this time and here, there is no one in the camp, and the upstairs windows are lit, but there is no sound. A little bit of laughter and noisy, a solemn scene.

"Do you still want to go in?" Old Han asked me.

I shook my head.

Since Lao Han lamented that the place where he lived in the past has changed too much, why should I embarrass him for my own selfishness?The soldiers in the iron camp and the flowing water, the water turns and the mountains don't turn, the house where that young and stupid soldier lived, and the bed he slept on, must have been hard to find. Even if the playground where he threw the milk powder is still there, it must be there. There is no breath of his past.And this place, at best, only stayed for a sour memory, because of me, because of Lao Han, we stopped and visited today, let it still have some memories, things are not things, people are old , What's the point of leaving sighs in vain?

Lao Han sat without saying a word.

"Brother, are you feeling a little lost?" I asked sweetly as I nudged him lightly with my elbow.

"What are you missing?" Lao Han regained his composure and asked me back.

"The green hill is here, and the person is already old!" My old Han is a strong person. If anyone pokes his sore spot, he will immediately lift up his armor to protect himself. I know this best.

"Shit, your brother isn't old at all!" Old Han really caught the trick, laughed, and slapped my thigh hard.

"Not old? Do you dare to try not to be old?" I still didn't want to be reconciled, and smiled at him wickedly.

"Try what?" His eyes, which were not very big, showed a kind of light, and swept over my face again and again.