dance like a butterfly

The Yellow River in the world is rich in Ningxia, and the Yellow River in Ningxia is rich in Zhongwei.If Ningxia is a crown beyond the Great Wall, Zhongwei is a jewel in the crown.

Zhongwei is located at the junction of the three provinces of Gansu, Inner Mongolia, and Ningxia.To the northwest, not far away is the vast Tengger Desert, to the southwest, is Baiyin City, Gansu, and to the northeast, after passing Wuzhong City, you will arrive at Yinchuan.

There is a famous landscape in Zhongwei, which is the Gaomiao.The unique feature of this high temple is that it integrates Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism in one temple.This is indeed rare in temples across the country.

Walking with Lao Han in the Gaomiao, from Bao'an Temple, to Nantianmen, and then to the main building where the Daxiong Palace, the West Sansheng Temple and the Wufang Buddha Hall are gathered, what Lao Han saw was dull, but I was full of interest.

I have my own understanding of Buddha and the reincarnation of fate, and the reasons for this cannot be elaborated.In the 500 Arhat Halls of Baoan Temple, I checked them one by one, and there was always an inexplicable strange and familiar feeling, which made me hold Lao Han's hand tightly in the solemn hall.

Under the pedestal of the high temple, there is a hell, which is one of the four famous ancient hells in the country.I was naturally afraid of scaring myself to death. When Lao Han insisted on going to see it, I was waiting for him on the tall white Zhuangyuan Bridge.

I won't go, who cares about seeing hell, you can go by yourself.

I watched the eaves of the Gaomiao complex, and when I was admiring the harmonious layout of its axis symmetry, I saw Lao Han walking over quickly: "It's really scary! It's too modernized by the sound of electric light inside." It's miserable! You should be more thoughtful and not be threatened like this."

I laughed loudly: "It's okay, I don't know how dark hell is, you don't cherish Brother Xiao Hong who is as sunny as you are."

Taking advantage of no one looking this way, Lao Han stretched out his hand and pinched my nose.

I hurriedly begged for mercy.Old Han pretended to be serious and said: "Next time, whether you go to heaven or hell, if you don't accompany me, I will pull your nose into an elephant's trunk. Twist it into a twist and tie it on the belt of my brother's trousers."

When he let me go, I stuck out my tongue for him and made a face: "La la la, if I don't go, I won't go! Haha, go get angry!"

When Lao Han pretended to be angry and chased me, I hurriedly used a digital camera to take pictures of his vicious appearance.

Old Han Moke shook his head with a helpless smile. I gave him another one and encouraged him, "Shake it again! Shake it a little bit more, okay, this one is called--cute madness!"

Lao Han suddenly became angry.

Drive to Shapotou.

I pointed to the U-shaped muddy water and said, "Brother, what kind of river is this?"

Lao Han patted me on the head: "Are you pretending to be stupid? Huang He!"

"No, it's Brother River!" I said persistently and seriously.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Lao Han blinked and smiled slyly.

"I said, why are you so unsympathetic? Before we came, it was called the Yellow River. Now that we have seen it, there are you and me. Naturally, it is called Brother River in our hearts. We all know that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, but today, it doesn’t go to the sea, and now it’s in our eyes and hearts.”

My nonsense is unambiguous.

Lao Han put the back of his hand on my forehead and exaggeratedly said: "I said, it's really hot, it's hot, it looks like it's not lightly burned!"

"Then put it on for a while longer, and when it's cooked, I can eat roasted pig's trotters!" I smiled and winked at him, pretending to open my mouth wide, and bit his hand.

Lao Han is not a cultural person, and even now, he can't even send text messages.If, in terms of education level, he can be higher, perhaps, he will really reach the same level as Chen Hanzhang.But, in my heart, I like such simple people.In my impression, he is the boatman swaying the oar on the Yellow River, coming slowly from the sky singing the boatman song, sailing into my field of vision and into my heart.In my heart, he is the footman driving a camel team in the desert, bringing my love and hope along the way; in my heart, Lao Han is the woodcutter on the high mountain, carrying a whole load Solid love adds firewood to the stove in my heart and boils all my aspirations; in the desert of my love, Lao Han is the oasis full of temptations, making me run towards him without hesitation.

Laughing and cursing, I try again and again.Old Han, forgive me, I want to know how much your little brother Hong is in your heart.You like my youth, right? You like my looks, right? One day, when I get old and I'm no longer young or good-looking, will you find another younger brother in prime of life to replace me?In case I used my youth as the price of betting but was abandoned by you one day, who can I complain to?I set countless traps for you and tried my best to be petty. Even though I feel very tired and tired, even though I am afraid like walking a tightrope many times, in order to fight for true love, I will go all out and have no complaints or regrets!

I think I'm just an obsessive.

I got off the car at Shapotou, looked at the Yellow River, saw the tall waterwheel spinning by the river, and saw the sheepskin raft floating on the Yellow River, I thought, I should be by this river, and Lao Han should be here too riverside.Lao Han should be casting nets on the boat, and I should be fishing on this river with paddle boards. We put the lively big carp of the Yellow River into the fish baskets, and picked them up to sell in the market.I don't ask for great wealth and wealth in life, I only ask for a clean and light world for two people.When I go home, on a snowy night, or when I step into the chai gate under the moonlight, I see Lao Han waiting for me impatiently, and see the warm lights inside the house.

I glanced at Lao Han, he was squinting his eyes and looking at me in the sun, the autumn wind was flipping the collar of his shirt and caressing his face.His eyebrows are really affectionate.I said: "Brother, let's not go back. Let's build a thatched house here, make a small yard, open a piece of wasteland, raise a few cows, raise a few chickens, and raise a doll. You go out." Make money for us, and I will cook for you at home, hold your baby and collect eggs, and live a poor life, okay?" I also grabbed Lao Han's arm and shook it vigorously.

Lao Han half-truthfully gave me a chestnut: "You are crazy! Would you be willing to let you come to this kind of place? Our home is so comfortable, the big city is so nice, shopping is convenient, and you don't have to worry about it too much." Hard work. You can come and have fun in this kind of place, but if you live here, you and I will go crazy with boredom!"

Why!I really have no culture, and I really can't do anything about him. I really want to kick him a few times to relieve my hatred.

If you want to ask about the side of the bicycle, it belongs to the country to pass Juyan.Peng conquered Hansai and returned to Hutian.The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.Xiao Guan protects Yanran every time a Marquis rides.

Wang Wei's "Emissary to the Fortress" is about what he saw and thought in the sunset at Shapotou.

The desert shines golden in the sun.Thinking of Wang Wei's envoy outside the Great Wall, how the magnificence of the desert inspired his poetry. Instead of simply describing the bright moon and pines shining on the clear spring and rocks, he used the most concise ten words to outline a picture of the sunset on the river. .Riding a camel, listening to the crisp camel bells jingling, watching the camel's humorous face, I followed Lao Han on the sand blanket spread out like yellow satin, and seeing his smiling face from time to time, I couldn't help my thoughts Flying in ancient legends.Perhaps, He Lao Han can also follow the caravan, accompanied by the tinkling camel bells, in the ancient country of Xixia, set foot on the Silk Road, cross the Gobi, cross Central Asia to the Balkans, and walk through my youth, Through the four seasons of our life, let the years fade away in the affection we never tire of seeing each other.

I shouted: Brother!

Old Han turned around in surprise, startled: "What's wrong?"

Maybe he thought that something was wrong with me, so he grabbed the rein, and the camel suddenly became unsteady, and he wobbled in the hump.

"What's wrong?" he asked eagerly.

I just started laughing.Old Han laughed so hard that he couldn't understand: "You are a coward (bad guy)! If you have something to say, say it, you will be shocked and explode, and you want to scare brother to death."

I went over and kicked his camel's ass: "Brother, just coax me and say that you like to stay in the desert with Xiaohui until you grow old!"

As soon as Lao Han heard it, he opened his mouth and scolded me: "You are dreaming, wake up, you like the desert, you go to the Tengger Desert and become a wolf!"

Even though he was scolding me, his kindness and tenderness shot over with the same warmth.

Alas, Lao Han is just a big bastard, not romantic enough at all.If I tell him, brother, I want to be a pair of stupid mice with you. When the snow blocks the mountains, we will hug each other tightly throughout the winter, in the cave, relying on each other's body temperature for warmth , quietly waiting for the spring breeze to dye the grassland green.When the snow line completely disappeared, I had fun on the swaying blanket of Nagesang flower and Malan flower. If so, would Lao Han slap my face and send me to the spirit What about the welfare home for the sick?

snort!No culture, no romance at all!