The end of the journey

We started from the western market of Datang and passed through Qin Zhou (Tianshui), Lanzhou, Liangzhou (Wuwei), Ganzhou (Zhangye) and Suzhou (Jiayuguan, Jiuquan and Dunhuang).

? In Liangzhou, we created the tune of Liangzhou Ci by ourselves. Our group borrowed the main song part of "Qianqiuling" and compiled a rock version of "Liangzhou Ci" to sing our Liangzhou Ci at the gate of Liangzhou.

Next stop, we will go camping in Zhangye. After dinner at eleven o'clock, we will go to the camping base. There are containers, tents, RVs and villas in the base. I thought it was a tough environment, but who knew it was a high-end hotel, but it was just another way.

? However, in such a beautiful environment, my mood is not very good. We had a quarrel with a child, which was very unpleasant and unhappy, so we thought a lot and felt that we were too patient, but we forgot to consider our feelings and only found fault with ourselves, but forgot that others might be more willful than you. I realized that I wanted to change!

? The next day, we went to Yugur and lived in a tent in Niutou. We first arrived at a small river next to the Yugur nationality. The teacher said that there would be too much water here, but I think this stream is so few that it may be too dry. Playing and playing, it began to rain, and the raindrops were particularly heavy. The heavy rain lasted for a long time, so we had to take a look at the nearby temples, full of Tibetan architecture and culture. In the evening, we roasted half-cooked mutton. It tastes really bad. After the bonfire party in the evening, we returned to the tent. We were awakened by the cold air in the morning, which made us shudder off guard. Looking at the wet vegetation outside, it was another heavy rain last night.

? In the morning, we went to listen to local Yugur artists singing their Yugur songs. I am very excited. Older artists still remember the Yugur language, but a young brother has forgotten the Yugur language, and their culture is slowly disappearing and gradually being assimilated by the Central Plains. Only four or five thousand Yugurs are pure Yugurs. This is the death of culture, race and 56 nationalities in China. Nowadays, many people go abroad to study, develop and even emigrate, but wherever they go, please don't forget that I am from China, and I am rooted in China.

? The tunes of old artists made me feel another kind of life, including the vastness of grassland, the precipitousness of mountains and the labor of people. Although I don't understand their language, the tune makes me linger. Later, my brother sang us a Chinese version of the song, which is the tune of Yugur folk songs and the language of the Central Plains. It is still magnificent, but it has lost the charm of Yugur language. The old artist taught us to sing four simple Yugur folk songs, which means that rabbits should hide quickly and not be caught by wolves. We didn't learn fast, and the old artist taught us many times, and finally we got a little impression. This is a great harvest. We not only appreciate their songs, but also learn something ourselves.

On the way out of Zhangye, the teacher asked us to write lyrics. I wrote about the demise of Yugur culture in my lament, but the language was not refined enough. I changed the language, but the taste was less. After dinner, we wrote our music by the lake in the hotel yard. After the creation, we asked Mr. Ma Hui to revise it. I have always felt that my music is not good and I have been looking for a better feeling. I found a similar feeling, but when the time came, I had to record it and revise it tomorrow.

Teacher Ma Hui helped me change my tune and praised me for having an idea, but I was embarrassed. I am flattered that the teacher chose my song, but I am still very happy. Being recognized is something unforgettable than anything else.

I left Zhangye and came to Jiayuguan. Of course, the first stop is Jiayuguan on the Great Wall. There are many people in Jiayuguan. The teacher repeatedly told me to follow the team. I also wrote down the phone numbers of the players, but our group is particularly awesome. Not a single one was lost. Not only our group, but also the people in our team passed the test safely.

In the afternoon, we arrived at the Great Wall of Wan Li! Let's have a look. God, it's so high that we can't go. Teacher Wang Qiong encouraged us that our group can't lack one! We took a reluctant step and reached the top of the mountain. Wow, we are all surprised. All the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. It feels very good. While watching the scenery, we thought about how these soldiers were built, how they climbed the Great Wall, and how they were so tired when they climbed the Great Wall.

I am really tired after coming down, and I desperately want to drink water. A bottle of apricot skin water only found on the Silk Road, the first bite, why is my mother so sour, like apple vinegar? The second and third mouthfuls are actually ok, not so unacceptable. Our group was challenged. Although everyone is tired, they are all happy.

We also went to Pingshan Lake Canyon and the scenery was very, very beautiful! Mountains and clouds are connected and inseparable. The sun shone through the clouds on the canyon. This is my trip, I have seen the most beautiful scenery!

We saw the son of the earth, which was just a small scenic spot passing by, but it left a deep impression on me, because I thought of another son of the earth, and my heart was Borg, the son of the earth in the world. There are waves in my heart.

The next scenic spot, the ruins of Suoyangcheng, gives me the feeling that it was not prosperous thousands of years ago, not the distance between time and space, nor the desolation today. But the feeling we are most familiar with-heat! Sunlight shines in Suoyang City, Wan Li is cloudless, and we are bathed in bright sunshine. I brought a towel, a hat, a pair of sunglasses and a sun umbrella, but I can still feel the power of the sun. After only walking for a hundred or two meters, my back was soaked.

In a blink of an eye, Dunhuang arrived. The first stop, Crescent Moon Spring and Crescent Moon Spring are the most anticipated attractions of this trip. I still remember my childhood happiness in Crescent Spring, but this trip didn't make me enjoy myself. We only sang a song by the spring and wanted to go back. Teacher Wang Qiong bought us half an hour, but half an hour to go sand skiing is still too short. This makes me very depressed and sad.

In the evening, we continued camping and came to the hardest desert camping. The camping base is on the other side of the crescent spring sand dune. When the sun is not too hot, we climb to the top of the mountain, go sand skiing, bask in the sun on the sand slope and ride a sand motorcycle. Finally, we have a feeling of happiness. It was not until the sun went down and it was time to eat that I reluctantly came down from the sand mountain. But the problem is that we can't take a bath, but we are covered with sand! No way, you can only pick up water from a bottle and wash your washable hair first.

In the evening, after dinner, we sang and danced, went back to the tent and looked up. There are many stars in the sky! I haven't seen the stars for a long time! This is an unexpected gift from nature! One star is particularly bright, but I guess it must be a satellite. I found that I couldn't see the moon when I looked at the stars, and I couldn't find the trace of the moon when I looked around, so I had to sleep first. In the tent, listening to the sound of wind and sand outside, I am still very excited, but it is past twelve o'clock. After walking in the desert all day, I was exhausted, but I still fell asleep.

At five o'clock the next day, I don't know whether I was awakened by freezing or not. Anyway, it's time to get up, I woke up, very, very cold, much colder than in the tauren tent! I had no choice but to wrap myself in a quilt and walk out of the tent. Before dawn, there are already many people waiting for sunrise on the sand mountain, which reminds me of going to Xinjiang with my parents when I was a child. There is a particularly primitive village in Xinjiang-Harmony Village. That morning, my parents and I got up early and rode up the mountain to watch the sunrise in the cold air full of cow dung and horse manure. This is the most unforgettable place I visited when I was a child. I don't know if Harmony Village is still primitive. Looking back, I saw the moon. The moon here is neither big nor bright, but it is beautiful.

? We went to Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes again. The feeling here is similar to that of Suoyang City. The scenic spot was not touched much, but I saw the most spectacular sight in the world-a sea of people! We get up at 5: 30, get here at a quick starting point, and queue up until 8: 00. We only went to three caves, stood in line for half an hour and watched for two minutes.

The sea of people also witnessed how famous the Mogao Grottoes are, because I know nothing about the Mogao Grottoes and have no feeling about the portraits and sculptures in the caves.

In the afternoon, I watched the performance of Dunhuang again, and I had a new way of performing. The story of Taoist Wang reminds me. Taoist Wang helped foreigners, the treasure who moved the Mogao Grottoes, and moved 29 cars. Wang Daochang's shame and remorse made me feel distressed and sad. I admire the actor who plays Taoist Wang most, and he is very similar, because I am closest to him, and his expression, eyes and movements are impeccable! When I asked the villagers who moved things to paint them red and watched their movements, my heart trembled violently and tears came out. They shouted: Mom, please go. Mother is a Buddha. When Taoist Wang repented, Buddha and Bodhisattva forgave him, tolerated him, gave him hope, gave him opportunities, and let him be influenced by kindness. How loving and kind the Buddha is. It reminds me of my mother. Why not tolerate me, teach me and enlighten me like a bodhisattva? Thought of here, tears more turbulent.

? The teacher told me after reading it, in fact, Wang Daochang's decision is not necessarily wrong. In the war-torn environment at that time, who knows if someone will kill him, kill it. At least those treasures still exist. Although they can't go home, they can't go back to Dunhuang Mogao grottoes, but at least they still exist!

? Several beautiful ladies, their faces were carved in caves. When they heard that their faces were black and their arms were black, they were so desperate and helpless that they prayed: Don't make me ugly, don't make me black! Please keep my face forever! Tears can't stop flowing, I feel their helplessness and fear. Because, when I come to Dunhuang, my face is black and my skin is black, so I'm not black! Haha, this is just a joke. Maybe after many years, these caves and these ladies have disappeared, and even the dust has not been left. How pathetic. I just realized that these caves are great! They are the treasures left by time! This is a gift of time! How lucky we are to see these statues.

? Seeing Dunhuang again is the end of this activity, and it is a performance that makes me think deeply. It successfully demonstrated the value of Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes and made our visit valuable!

? The trip to Dunhuang is over. During this trip, I not only learned about Dunhuang, the Silk Road and Xuanzang's westward journey. I have also made many friends, such as Wang Caner in the same grade, my friends in the same school, and teachers Wang Qiong and Chen Nan. This is the most rare encounter!

? Goodbye, Dunhuang!