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I am in the autumn of 200 1 in Xixia Tomb. Amber dusk enveloped the endless wilderness, an unknown mound, and me.

The mound is as high as a tower, but it is more like a sad and lonely horse standing in the wilderness. There is not a tree, a house or a wisp of smoke in all directions. Popular eastward, seven miles, seven miles, seven miles, suddenly stopped at the foot of Helan Mountain. Helan Mountain, weeping for blood, is silent and solemn. I have two rock paintings of Helan Mountain in my backpack, which are rubbings, running sheep and primitive faces. This face is beyond the realistic style and full of totem-like mystery and worship. It breaks the power of sudden pause and makes the wind return. Back to the foot of this abandoned mound.

"In this way, I met you in the darkest moment of my life/the back of a desolate dynasty/the pyramid that no one worshipped." My records at that time.

Yes, there are no descendants to worship. Xixia tomb, no descendants. According to historical records, "Xixia was a feudal regime with the ancient Qiang Tangut as the main body, including the Han nationality and other ethnic minorities, which was established from the 1 1 3rd century." In the end, Xixia was destroyed by the powerful Mongolian army. What bothers me most is not only the demise of a dynasty that inspired all directions, but the demise of a nation. 1227, the son of Genghis Khan led an army into Zhongxing House, the capital of Xixia, and burned down the palace, killing all the soldiers and civilians in Zhongxing House. It's very consistent with previous murders. "Nothing is taboo, bones cover the wild." Those lucky enough to survive in the clan also fled everywhere, so that future generations migrated and eventually merged into all ethnic groups in China. Tangut, a branch of the ancient Qiang nationality in China, has disappeared. In the western suburbs of Yinchuan, at the eastern foot of Helan Mountain, a large open space, this dynasty only left earth-made tombs, covering an area of 50 square kilometers. The tombs of the Xixia emperor and the tombs buried with their relatives and friends are scattered everywhere. Nearly a thousand years ago, in 190 years, these tombs were magnificent, showing the momentum and prestige of a dynasty, dazzling like fireworks, and finally fell from the night sky, solidified into something that could be touched, and appeared in the form of mounds, the most mourning form.

I have touched the hard soil grains of the mound one by one countless times. I am a descendant of aliens. On the edge of the mausoleum far from the Mausoleum, the rubble is like iron and sparsely populated. What brought me across the provinces to meet you? Rough soil, slender pale fingers, what could be more painful than this gentle touch? Along the towering mound, I looked up at my face, which was browned by the sun during the day, and felt majestic in the evening breeze. Dozens of caves are evenly distributed on the mound, and the formation of these caves is related to wind, erosion and years. In a word, the wooden frame of the mound has been eroded by wind and time. A piece of wood flew away, leaving an eye on the mound.

These eyes radiate great nothingness, which is enough to push a person to despair. The bat of death flies away, the bat of time flies away, and the bat of native land and foreign land flies away. Those topics are too big for me to imagine. A dynasty, a nation, glorious years and grand festivals have all disappeared without a trace, so who can hold a life in his hand like dirt? Hold love and destiny in your hands? In the days without God, everything is irreversible, and life is not even as loyal as the wind. The wind will come back once a year, blowing green Jiangnan. I don't believe in redemption when there is no God. "Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I just want you." This is Haizi, and it hurts to think about it. A friend once told me again and again, you said Haizi, how did he survive? Haizi stated in his last words that "my death has nothing to do with anyone", so who is it related to? At the end of the grassland, I can't hold a tear when my hands are empty/sad.

This autumn, I tore a wound in my life. The habit I developed in the past ten years made me run to the west again, and let the wind in the desert roll up a lost body like a bird flying. Actually, there is no way to survive. Ten years ago, next to the tennis court in Peking University, a boy called my name and told me that you should be more vulgar. He smiled at me under the sky. Such a unabashed person made me instantly see my "sore feet". In fact, I am fully capable of coping with secular life, but I often don't know where my heart is. I often lower my heart, lower than grass. A simple example: when I walk in front of the office building, I will remind myself again and again, don't forget to say hello to the oncoming person and say something to him, I said in my heart. But I still inevitably passed someone, as if the road was too long, as if all the preparations could not be carried out within ten steps. My heart was so weak that I broke free and flew away from my body unconsciously, but I didn't know where.

Some people in the world know how to warn. A close friend in college, she often talks to herself loudly. She said that Lu Xun said that it is impossible for a person to pull out his hair and leave the earth. Behind this warning is a very clear understanding of yourself. She knew it was difficult for her feet to set foot on the earth, so the warning was painful. Just like Haizi said, "Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I just miss you". In fact, he knows that even tonight, mankind has never been separated from him for a moment; From now on, he wants to cut wood and feed the horses by himself, only asking about food and drink, facing the sea and blooming in spring. How could his warning not hurt the bone marrow? This kind of pain is so great that nothingness is no longer a problem, so how can Haizi live? I want to lower my heart, lower than grass. This kind of warning is in the sky and underground.

I can't explain to people where my heart is. Nothing can make the mind speak except poetry. But who cares about poetry? In this world, there are countless people who have not been exposed to poetry. The guidance of poetry sometimes even makes me afraid of falling to the ground. The real thing in front of me sometimes looks ferocious, sometimes human nature is muddy, and I don't know how to face it. I have never even dared to hold a parent-teacher meeting for my daughter, fearing unfamiliar people and unfamiliar atmosphere; Later, I learned some funny words, sometimes I would not admit defeat and mumble with others, so I bluffed to cover up my inner timidity. Many times, even I don't know what I'm afraid of.

In fact, I am a grateful person. In such a sad autumn, in the vast Gobi, I smell the fragrance that the world only gives me from the memories over and over again. When I was a child, I opened my eyes for the first time to see a snowy night. It was a quiet snowy night, and the distance was soaked with dim and warm lights. My mother took my hand and dragged me through the snow without saying a word. Her silence gave me space, gave me the future, and made me often fall into a deja vu search in the following years. I am so vulgar that I am idolized and hopelessly in love with Chen Kaige and Chen Mingdao. YQ said that these are two unrelated people. Think about it, too. I can say that I like Chen Kaige's poetic temperament. I think few people can remember the details like him and have the ability to make these details burst into tears in your life, which is touching. He is a pure man above and below the sky; But Chen, I don't know what he is. He is too deep. That's why I like him: I don't know what he is. That was my first boyfriend. I never knew what he was. Ten years later, after the reunion, we met for the first time after breaking up, and I still feel this way. He sat opposite me with a cigarette between his fingers. This is a neurotic hand with long fingers and soft knuckles. In that hand, I didn't know that the blood was flowing, with the wildness and sadness of the river and the secret passion passing through my heart. I don't know what caused my heart to be full of fear. My daughter's first parent-teacher conference scared me to death, but I can't explain this fear, so I have to say, I won't go. YQ didn't let me say much either. He just patted me on the head and went out for a meeting with my daughter. How could I forget? How can I say that I have nothing to do with secular life? Under the sky is the earth. I am a child of the earth and have always been blessed by the earth.

Dusk disappeared, and the night hung its huge wings and quietly occupied everywhere. The mound also disappeared silently. I like the night, and I like to spread my limbs comfortably. This gesture tells me that when night comes, I am me, I smell the breath of peace, I hear a long and sad howl, my face glows, and my eyes show sadness-I am a wolf belonging to the darkness. Darkness brought the gods back to our eyes, and redemption followed. Everything burns silently in the great darkness, and I also burn silently in the great darkness. Silence, burning. At that moment, I thought I had found myself.

But you should see that I came empty-handed and there is no evidence.

How I want to lie down and get dark.

The night is as cool as water. An unknown bug, singing loudly. ...

Poetry: I was bored for three years in Yuhang, and I was drunk for plum blossoms several times.

Wuxiang Temple is as snowy as snow, and Gushan Garden is as beautiful as makeup.

It's a pity to ride with you, and it smells good to give a beautiful hand.

From beginning to end, enjoy being crazy because of a small glass of wine.

Liu Xue buried Xinling and flew out of his hometown.

Song broke up with the drinkers, leaving only the old.

There is a pavilion in the building, and the road has come from ancient times to modern times. The potential is wider than the sea and the color is deeper than the white clouds.

Angry snow drives away the cold, and crazy thunder scatters the sound. The waves are higher and the wind is stronger, and the waves are harder to sink.

Birds are afraid to go as far as dragons are afraid to sing. Yu is like a jade cave, and danger is like a trip to Qiong Cen.

But the spirit of a thousand people, you know the hearts of five people. The shore destroys the ancient road, and the continent rises to the jungle.

When the mountain is wet and the river is half cloudy. Nature is the same as Yu chisel, so who sent this reason?

The Mohe River is outside the sky, in the back room.

When the tide comes, there is no other pool, and when the wood falls, it sees other mountains.

Sand birds fly away in clear weather, while fishermen sing at night.

I can't get it when I am poor, and my heart is still sailing.