Eastern Yu Bangguo, Rose Sandcastle, Moonlight Valley

A huge golden full moon slowly rises from the depths of the ocean floor and floats above the sparkling blue sea. The night sky seemed to be wrapped in a dark crystal with a faint firelight, changing shades of crimson. The warm west wind blows from the sea over the land, like a delicate and soft light blue arm wrapped in a veil of fog sticking out of the sky, caressing every inch of soil reluctantly.

Every leaf, every grain of sand, every drop of night dew, every gravel, dances, sings, sighs, and looks up in eternity, perhaps a lonely traveler, a wandering poet, or a melancholy woman, a weary shepherd, a farmer who returns late, accompanied by a groan, or a flute, or a crisp bell, or a string sound, all kinds of feelings and thoughts, penetrating, interweaving, merging, These long dreams that will never wake up, the labyrinth that can never be escaped, the snare that can never be escaped, let countless souls be pulled, responded, and sang the most unforgettable evening song from the abyss and the call of the abyss.

A lone figure emerges from between the huge granite cliffs, camel bells chime, and the red sand leaves a long trail of hoof prints. The moonlight fell on the tightly wrapped dark gray cape and exposed white robes, and the old foxskin boots flapped against the camel's belly. I couldn't see the face and body shape of the person who came, only a pair of shining pupils, as if focusing on all the starlight, becoming an everlasting lamp that would not be extinguished in the darkness.

The faint sounds of singing, dancing and frolicking feasts gradually became clear, passing through the cliffs and lava of the Wonderhorses, and the red desert that stretched for thousands of miles. The figure stopped in a field of red willows and reeds not far from the oasis, and the eagle hovered in the night sky for a long time before flying towards the depths of the oasis.

Between the layers of coconut and honey locust trees, a large golden expanse of the temple roof is revealed. Temples and meadows are filled with food and wine, bonfires smoke from the edge of the pools, and plump crystalline catfish with strings of multicolored gems hanging from their whiskers. Drunken soldiers, gluttonous tenants, dancing temple playwrights neighing like horses, blasphemous curses, lewd ditties, piercing laughter. Where shadows shroud, it's almost impossible to tell who is a beast and who is a man.

The top floor of the temple, however, was fragrant and peaceful, with richly dressed maids playing nocturnes, and servants dressed in all-white linen hurrying barefoot on a carpet of fox and camel wool without making a sound. Pale golden curtains cover all open balconies or windows, purple irises, shield geraniums, and flamboyant sharon roses and bird lilies cover almost all the walls, and the house uses twice as much spice as usual.

Two graceful young girls stood under the huge pillars open under the starry sky, looking out into the distance. Tiaras of pure gold encrusted with rubies and sapphires, gold and silver ribbons wrapped around their thick hair, light veils like cicada's wings wrapped around their chests, ankle-length gauze skirts adorned with gold bells and purple pearls, armbands and waist chains made of pure gold, they were dressed in identical attire.

The only difference is the hair color and eyes, the one with long pale blonde hair has a melancholy look and blue eyes, and the one with long red hair has a concerned look and brown eyes.

"Look no further, it's too dark outside, and you won't be able to see him even if he passes by here. The red-haired girl said.

"No, I can see him. The blonde girl pointed into the distance, "He's there now, I see him." ”

"You're making a fool of yourself, Rajie," the red-haired girl shook her head, "Besides, if you see it, Daddy won't agree." ”

Rajay did not answer. After a while, she raised her right hand and waved it in the air, and the red-haired girl sighed and turned back into the house, leaving Rajay alone.

The man under the red willow caught the small figure of the temple standing between the top floors of the temple, which was so clearly illuminated by the firelight, waving his arms at him, and at that moment his body shook imperceptibly, as if convinced, but he did not make any movement, and rode his camel again into the night.