Ask for an essay about Gansu.

In fact, the most famous is Darcel 1983 version of Travel Notes in Lanzhou. Unfortunately, I can't find it. . The following are the travel notes of Gansu, I hope they are useful to you. Travel notes of Gansu province

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When I was a soldier in Xinjiang more than ten years ago, I could hear the Yellow River rushing in Lanzhou in my dreams, and homesickness was self-evident in the sound of running water. Now, I have lived in Lanzhou for six years after I left the army. I have tried to explain or understand the city, but I can't always explain it.

What is Lanzhou like? It is long from east to west and wide from north to south. The Yellow River runs through the city, with mountains on both sides. In fact, the real Lanzhou is more than that. Just as there are many things in this world that I don't see with my eyes, Lanzhou is waiting for me to feel with my heart like a woman.

When I went to Shanghai in 2000, a friend asked me, "Do you all ride camels to work in Lanzhou?" Listening to his incomprehension of Lanzhou, I can only answer in one word: yes. Unexpectedly, this friend jumped up with joy: "Ah, riding a camel in Lanzhou has become a dream in my life."

Lanzhou, camel, camel, Lanzhou, is camel attractive or Lanzhou attractive? Although there are no camels for people to ride to work in Lanzhou today, this problem has left me feeling for a long time.

Probably the summer after I came back from Shanghai, one day I was playing on the riverside road in Lanzhou, and suddenly I saw a camel in a place called North Gate of Lanzhou. I approached it with fascination and even heard it howling in the desert wind. Of course, I also saw its blue eyes. Lanzhou, camel, camel, Lanzhou, I almost hugged a camel's leg and sent a man's kiss to that strong leg. When my teeth were almost knocked out by the camel's hard bones, I began to sit down and think about my friends in Shanghai who knew nothing about Lanzhou, and how the camel behind me walked out of that long road from Lanzhou through Gobi, grassland and desert. At that time, I was fascinated by my eyes, looking east, west and west. I heard the desire to walk in my body wake up from sleep, looked up and hit my heart with a bang. In the aftertaste of this voice, I knew that I was destined to travel again, so I said to the camel rider behind me, "Zhang Qian, I want to go with you, and I want to pull the camel for you!"

This is Lanzhou, a traveler and his dream. The camels and people behind me are actually sculptures that Lanzhou people are no longer familiar with: the Silk Road.

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Just leave. I have a camera bag and a small suitcase. There were several changes of clothes in my suitcase, so I set off easily. In my pocket, I worked hard to earn some tickets with sweat. In my heart, I am a camel that takes me on a long journey, which is my dream. I slammed the door hard, and I was a little lost in the back when I left. I don't know what kind of eyes it looked at me at that time. I just looked up and smiled at the distant westbound road and the empty sky, leaving it behind without nostalgia.

After Dunhuang in Wuwei, I came to Turpan with a kiss from Hami. It's very hot and I'm tired. After filling my stomach with a bottle of cold mineral water, sweat began to turn into a rushing river on my face ... At that time, my clothes were wrinkled and my hair was messed up. More importantly, when I saw another sculpture about Zhang Qian, I lost all my energy. Zhang Qian is still with the camel, but not as tall and powerful as he was in Lanzhou. He is thinner and smaller, wearing a top hat. The camel who has been with him seems tired and can't walk.

The sun in Turpan mercilessly sucked up every drop of water on my body, which made people want to jump into the water tank and take a bath, but I felt the ticket in my pocket and began to hesitate. So, I sat down in front of the camel and Zhang Qian, and began to miss home in the glistening sunshine of Turpan-my cabin at the foot of Wuquan Mountain in Lanzhou. I think I was in a hurry when I left. I didn't come, so I folded the quilt on the bed that seemed to be unwashed for a long time. I think the room smells of me. I think the potted flowers I planted on the balcony must be thirsty. I think there must be a lot of dust on my coffee table. I think I left my phone book at home. I was thinking about the TV that I spent more than 1000 yuan on five or six years ago, but I never watched it. I thought of his screen. It seems that I want to wipe it and have a look. I didn't even think that there wasn't a pair of my smelly socks that I didn't wash at my bedside ... this TV, this sock, that quilt and that smell really made me cry at that moment!

I said, Lanzhou, what on earth are you that can make me almost cry for a pair of smelly socks that I didn't wash on my way home! I didn't think of your tall building, your road, your river. Although I think of the sculpture of the Yellow River mother in your arms, I feel like the child who climbed on the mother and reached out and touched her belly that made people feel as beautiful as satin ... I took out the knife that I always carried with me, and I used it to scrape Mao Mao's son who had been sweating with me on my arm. I think I'm obviously hurt. I am removing the rotten meat from the wound bit by bit with a knife-ah, Lanzhou, you are like this-which reminds me of you in detail on my way home, but I can't tell whether you are my child or my mother.

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It was a simple thing, but I complicated it and simplified it in complexity. The trip in the summer of 2000 was stopped by me in Turpan, and I returned with a feeling of homesickness. The train passed through the ambiguous night and left me on the platform in Lanzhou. I began to walk home step by step, chanting "Lanzhou, Lanzhou" in my heart. On the way home, I saw a man and a woman having sex in a dark corner. The woman pursed her ass and the man stood behind her. I heard them screaming, but I just heard their cries were "Lanzhou, Lanzhou, Lanzhou ..."

Later, I looked up at the sky in Lanzhou. I found that the sky I usually see is not empty at the moment, just like the pot cover on the top of Lanzhou. At this time, the Yellow River is like a bright road, lying there quietly but full of endless impulses. In silent calls again and again, I suddenly learned the earth language about Lanzhou in the dark: Lanzhou and its two mountains are a woman on the ground, and the Yellow River, whose water comes from the sky, is more like a public root in the sky at the moment! I smiled, I heard the call of Lanzhou, and I understood why I always like to compare the Yellow River to a copper road-when we were still in our mother's warm womb, we were doomed to a road of no return. On this road, we work, eat, sleep and travel ... we go out and go home, and we go home and go out again and again, year after year, every day.

This is Lanzhou at night. The next morning, I came to the Yellow River again. In front of a sculpture called Braun, I asked an old man I didn't know to take a picture of me. I've been wanting to write this article for a long time, but I don't know why I put it off until now. I looked at the photo, at me and the sculpture behind me in the photo. There seems to be a lot of sadness on my face, but it obviously has a lot of yearning. But the sculpture behind me is a passionate ship. There is a man, a woman and a child on board. The waves are high and the ship's inclination is high. The woman seems a little scared, holding the child tightly in her arms, but the man is beating the waves with a paddle ... thinking that he can walk through the wind and waves with the woman like a sculpture, he casts a net for her and fishes for her. After watching and thinking for a long time, I suddenly found a secret: our dream is not in front of us, but behind us, in our hearts-the sculpture behind me in the photo is my dream.

This is also Lanzhou. Even if it is really called out, it is also a dream that seems to be abandoned but can be seen and touched in endless associations.