Introduction –

The morning light, the morning sunshine, is the fragrance of flowers in the rain and dew, and the dream of the season in youth. I really want to pick a pinch of morning light, look for the haze, and walk through the gap of time in the words of the hundred flowers and willows and warblers, just for the time that slipped away between my fingers.

- Anonymous "Dawn"

Across mountains, across flowing waters, through forests, across grasslands.

- Infinite possibilities lie ahead!

Almost there!

The desert is vast and insignificant, with constant ups and downs, and people suddenly seem so small in the middle of it.

The boundless desert resembles a yellow sea, on which the sun shines, and ten thousand points of light shine brightly.

Under the scorching sun, waves of heat rise in the desert, making it difficult to breathe.

The wind is blowing in the desert, the sand is flying, the sky is dark, this is the world of sand, there is simply no place for you.

The desert spreads flat and stretches all the way to the horizon, where the sky and the earth meet, undulating jagged sand dunes.

Due to the effect of sunlight and cloud shadows, this vast and boundless desert has become a blue and clear sea.

A round sunset pressed against the ridge line of the desert, and the earth was lined with a dull and dark layer, revealing a layer of crimson, and the desert waves that supported the setting sun froze, like a sleeping sea.

The relentless scorching sun spewed like a flame unobstructed onto the earth, and the desert of Guangji was baked like a steamer, and the heat was overwhelming.

There is a whirlwind in the desert, one by one, rolling up the yellow sand so high that it is like a big smoke rising from the flat ground, and it is running around the desert.

One sand wave after another surged forward, like an invisible giant hand, peeling off the desert layer by layer, and then by layer.

Looking out, I saw that the sky was dark, the sand waves were like countless dragons rushing, and the entire Taklamakan was roaring.

The vast desert, the dead sea of sand, majestic, quiet, with a straight face, always gives you a monotonous color: yellow, yellow, always a scorching yellow. It is as if nature has frozen the turbulent waves and the empty angry waves here in an instant, making it stand still forever.

Further ahead, there is ......

The magnificent ruins lay in the dust, and everything that had once taken refuge beneath them was destroyed in its collapse.

Ruins, on the great wilderness, silent destruction, gray and dilapidated, evergreen, memories of corroded green, climb my desolate forehead, the sun flows through time, stranded in the promised summer. Ruins, ruins, decay, like me.

The so-called ruins, a trace of time crushing, a wilderness through which history has passed, are accidental and inevitable. In short, it's just a trace of yesterday.

- This is it!

The red rope around his neck was scorched, and the jade phoenix pendant shone with a warm fiery red light, suspended in midair.

- A white expanse.

- Everything around him becomes illusory.

I closed my eyes and felt the ...... carefully

Warm......

It's like home......

Open your eyes......

- The white fades.

- Everything around you becomes real.

——One drink is a long song in the prosperous world, and the other is drunk and drunk. Where to return in the dream tonight, the red sleeves under the moon in the fairy capital.

The dust is separated from the sea, the dream is like an open, and the three-point moonlight in the ancient city is rippling in whose wine cup.

My past life will be lost to you. Otherwise, how could there be so many memories in the trance dreams of this life. Otherwise, how could there be so many familiar surprises.

I touched the mottled ancient city walls with my fingertips, chanted out the hazy broken chapters in my dreams alone, and watched the smoke and rain in front of me drift into your most beautiful poems. I walked slowly all the way, into the legendary heroes and beauties waiting across the moon, into those fragrant flowers and famous swords lingering in each other.

The red lanterns in the market once again lit the sleepless night, and the noisy strings were still urging the wine to be happy. In the noise, a city of peonies is beautiful, reflecting your drunken face.

On a brilliant night, the lights of thousands of homes shed an orange-red halo, and the huge city appeared lively and open, and the crowd was bustling and swirling among them, as if stepping into an ancient and prosperous picture.

The city is bustling. In some small corners of the street, it is common to see some plain-robed children lighting small firecrackers with stone fires and throwing them into the walled streets, listening to the panicked sounds of firecrackers, carriages and horses, and passers-by.

At night, the market is brightly lit, there are craftsmen who set up stalls, children holding candy men or rock sugar gourds, and talented ladies who add Kong Ming lanterns......

Feel free to wander around the bustling streets, and your feet will be light. The brilliant sunlight sprinkled between the blue tiles and red walls, the sudden cornices, the wanton fluttering flags, the sparkling carriages and horses, the endless flow of pedestrians, and the tranquil and comfortable smiling faces.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of me.

You are......