Jordan (4) sad desert, salty night.

I probably like love stories like Titanic and A Chinese Odyssey so much that I like both the sea and the desert. I have seen too much sea and tasted too much salt, but this is my first time in the desert. This sand may also be salty.

I always feel that the sea and the desert are also lovers who can't get what they want. Things change, such as day and night, how to stay together.

This is the location of the very popular movie "Mars Rescue" last year. We drove the jeep to the camp, and we were looking for it. Extreme lack of sleep and fatigue make me listless and pale. When we arrived at the camp, the biggest tent belonged to the four of us, but it was too cold. After packing up, we went to the public tent to keep warm. When we entered the door, the boss politely served us tea and baked us cakes. I'm not hungry, I just want to drink tea. Every cell in my body is drying up, my hands and lips are molting, and the whole person is like a sand thorn canopy growing in the desert. We discussed with our boss about booking camels and jeeps at 100 dinars, and each person shared about 250 yuan RMB equally.

This is several times cheaper than coming alone.

Of course, when you come to such a secret place between people, don't use economics to measure it. Sitting by the fire to keep warm, my hands finally felt. Cold hands and feet from childhood to adulthood are related to blood circulation. I took out a portable small speaker and played a slow song with strong rhythm. Jiangcheng took out a pack of wrong lady cigarettes. I haven't smoked for a long time. I asked for one. I light it and smoke. I remember when I couldn't stand up with angina pectoris, my best friend in China was surprised to ask me {Are you taking drugs} and almost spit out black blood. The little Arab brother twisted his body with the music, and everyone shook his head gently with the rhythm. The little Arab brother smiled and said to me {Wow, a girl in China is smoking}.

When everyone was still discussing whether to cook lunch by themselves or pay for it, the camel team came, but the camel bell didn't come, and I always felt that something was missing. Four camels were linked together, and a Sudanese was dressed in a white robe and a headscarf, tanned by the sun, and every wrinkle seemed to contain gravel. He led my camel, and everyone followed.

It's just a little camel bell.

Milla and Whitney keep taking selfies with their mobile phones, but I'm still worried about whether he will be thirsty when he walks. I remember reading a photo album called Sultan's Breasts before. In this land where there is no food to eat, people are haggard and walking dead.

Hey, do you think he's tired of walking like this?

I asked the last three people, but no one answered. He took us to a weathered rock with Bedouin murals and simple camels. We can only draw camels in this desert. The camel in Milla lowered its head, pulled out a handful of grass with its teeth and chewed it. When I look back at it, I always feel that it is smiling.

Camels always look as if they are laughing. I really want to keep a camel.

Wadi Rum, Wadi Ram, Moon Valley, Rose Desert. It seems that I haven't woken up from my sleep. The road is quiet, I don't want to talk, and it's rickety. Behind me are the rectangular footprints of camels. When I was studying in middle school, I couldn't help longing for the desert.

Every time I miss you, a grain of sand floats in the sky, and the Sahara has been formed since then. I shook my head and sang. The desert is a dead sea, a sad person who has shed tears, so this sand should be salty. Going further and further, the weathered rocks in front of us recorded many sunsets and moon rises, and each time they peeled off and fell to the ground to become sand. Later, I remembered a sentence in a poem written by Jiangcheng for Vadilam {The stone is leaving the surface of the stone, and countless holes are staring at me, telling me that it once existed}, and there seems to be no more accurate description.

{Girl, look back} I was lost in thought and looked back. Suddenly, I smiled. So I snapped my favorite photos in the desert.

"The man holding the picked flowers.

Leading a dark horse.

Take you to harvest crops in the sunset.

He is not an affectionate poet.

Not rich.

But he can make you love him forever. "

Repeating this slow and sad song, my mouth is salty and fishy, as if I felt something burst open and filled my throat. I want to drink water, a lot of water, I have been evaporated and turned into sand.

After walking for more than an hour, we returned to the camp tent hungry. The boss treated me to a free lunch. There is still a free lunch in this world. Scones are wrapped in a special meat sauce with green peppers and garlic. It smells good. A sip of black tea is sweet and refreshing. I turned on the speaker and ate at a pleasant pace.

There are cats. A cat ran into the tent. As soon as I reached out, it crawled lazily on my leg and dozed off with half-open eyes. I gently stroked its fur, and Milla picked up her mobile phone to take a picture of me and said, {Quiet women are the gentlest}. I really don't want to disturb the cat's dream, but my legs are numb. After a full meal, four people with cameras and tripods went out to take pictures and wait for the jeep. The Sudanese who were about to go out to get camels asked the boss when to pay outside the tent. We said we would finally settle the bill together. He left silently, probably to take on another business. Seeing him leave, I felt inexplicably sad inside. Naturally, I can't feel what kind of life he leads, whether he has a wife or children, whether there is always indelible sand in his hand holding the reins and his stiff face. He walks out of hunger with deeper and shallower steps, but he can't walk out of this cycle of suffering. I began to sympathize with others again.

The camp is close to the hill, so it is cold and dense, and it is convenient and comfortable to walk to sunny places. Maybe I should buy a pair of professional hiking shoes. My leather boots are obviously inflexible. Whitney asked me to take a picture of her. Her headscarf was scattered in a corner and pulled like a fox's tail. I sat her on the sand and took a serious picture. After that, Jiangcheng also asked me to shoot. It was the first time I used a fixed-focus lens, and I briefly explained it, basically grasping the essence. First of all, he wears a heavy coat, and his wheat-colored skin complements the desert. I am at my own disposal. Oh, no, I should say conductor, and then he left, and I ran around from different angles. I like shooting people and animals. When I face them, I just regard them as a work of art, and everyone has his own angle. Sometimes my friends are embarrassed by my gaze, but I am not embarrassed at all. It makes no difference to me whether the person I am facing is ugly or beautiful, because I will freeze it with the angle and vision I think is the most beautiful. For example, finish a sculpture instead of copying it.

I may not be a bad photographer, but I am a very bad model. When he photographed me, I was at a loss, I didn't know how to say it, and my expression was stiff. I can only be snapped and photographed. In such a magical place, I am like a vigilant desert Firefox, jumping and hiding.

The jeep came and we all sat outside. With the speed of the car, we saw that the desert was slowly retrogressing. On the way, we met the camel team. They lie lazily on the beach, covered with colorful blankets, which blend in with their hair and have a special beauty. I still want to raise camels in the future. Milla is very quiet, wearing sunglasses and wearing a scarf dancing in the wind. Whitney is like beating chicken blood. The haze of these days has been dispelled by the sunshine here, pulling me to shout and laugh, thanking me for meeting this pistachio. I really don't understand why she likes me so much. When we first met and chatted, she loved to giggle at me. She is ecstatic about anything I say. Lovely silly elder sister. But in the desert, I have been silent and depressed. I can't say why. I used to go to the seaside when I was in a bad mood, but I was in a bad mood in the desert.

Therefore, the desert is a dead sea. No wonder I am so sad.

I didn't watch the sunrise, but I watched the sunset first. When the car drove to the designated place, Milla and Whitney were obviously tired. They sat in the car to keep warm and didn't want to come out. In the blink of an eye, Jiangcheng has climbed to a high point and handed it to my camera for shooting. At this time, the rocks have been browned by the sunset, and the concave and convex surfaces are deep and shallow. I climbed up, too. I have to say it was hard. Why can't I feel the movement of the sun during the day, and at this moment, I see it quickly covering my face. The shadow fell, but I still couldn't speak. I just felt that the temperature dropped instantly and the wind was strong. I was trying to be brave before I came down, but I still had to help everyone fall down in the end.

Back to the camp, there was no hot water, so I had to wash my face with cold water. I ordered dinner earlier, and it's ready. We sat around to keep warm, waiting for the boss to bring rice in. There is noise outside. With the screeching of brakes, a white Asian girl with a beard and an Arab dressed as Captain Jack came in. Whitney, who only loves foreigners, screamed with excitement. Tents are like popcorn heated by microwaves, and the atmosphere expands instantly. Beard is a Belgian and an Asian woman from Adelaide, Australia, can speak Chinese. Seeing me wearing a T-shirt on the cover of Joy Division album, Beard praised {good clothes} and started chatting with me. It turns out that he has taught himself Russian for a year and can have a simple conversation with me. Now I'm relieved, because I haven't used English for a long time, and I used to speak Russian at first, which is more fluent than English. Whitney advocated holding a bonfire party. In such a cold day, I'm actually not interested, mainly because these foreigners are not interested in Whitney either ... Milla seldom talks during the day, and he is probably satisfied with today's trip. In the evening, he became more talkative. Jiangcheng leans aside to copy photos and lights a cigarette from time to time. I'm closest to the stove, trying to absorb the temperature.

Dinner is chicken finger food. I heard that rice is a very precious food in Jordan, especially in the desert, vegetables and fruits are twice as expensive. This meal is 7 dinars per person. I only ate two pieces of chicken. My little brother, who had been driving all day, was not served until we finished eating. Milla invited him to have dinner with us. I don't know where Jiangcheng got a can of Wang Zhihe fermented bean curd. As far as I can remember, I used to eat at home when I was a child. In fact, my dad loves to eat now. I thought all pickled products were eaten by adults since I was a child. Now that I am an adult, I still don't like it, so there is a fallacy that the elderly eat pickled products. Thinking without a generation gap does not mean that there is no habit. Well, Milla and Whitney each put some fermented bean curd and hot sauce to remind me that they are ten years older than me.

Sit warm and listen to music after supper. Since Beard recognized my T-shirt band, I simply played their songs and asked him if he liked Depeche Mode. The Arabs really made a fire outside, and it was so hot that we went out to sit in blankets. Pushing open the door, I saw the most beautiful starry sky I have ever seen. The first thing I did was to look for Orion and Cassiopeia. I wandered around the camp, teaching Milla and Jiangcheng to recognize constellations. The past is vivid. The night my mother kicked me out of the house in 2008, I remember seeing a meteor, and I like looking up at the sky since then. Around the bonfire, Whitney was depressed, and Milla and Jiangcheng tried their best to make her happy. I gently sang the song that was a bit playful and bitter.

I said the moonlight is too beautiful tonight, and you said yes.

The bonfire went out and we went back to the tent. Only here is a stove, and our tent is as cold as an ice house, so four people brought blankets and decided to sleep here. This tent is usually used to entertain guests during the day, so everything is complete, and the boss readily agreed. /kloc-around 0/0, the power went out, but we were worried about carbon dioxide poisoning. We were scattered around huge tents, and Whitney and Milla were not far away. We turn on our mobile phones and computers, and Arabs come in and ask us to turn off the lights. This seems to be a Muslim doctrine, because I heard Muhammad say in his broken English.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. The desert at night is rarely described. The sky outside is so lively, the stars look down on everything, and the wind makes a strange whimper through the cave. The fatigue of two consecutive days made me limp all over, but the cold air floating in the gap made me pray to fall asleep as soon as possible, and the temperature of the heater was getting lower and lower. After turning off the lights, it was dark and opaque, and my consciousness became blurred, but the desert outside was waking up.

In my sleep, I felt the footsteps of cats gathering around me, rubbing against me and licking my dry hair; Or foxes flickering in the desert, stubbornly surviving, exiled between heaven and earth, rubbing against each other to keep warm in cold caves; Or fish swaying, with the dry land, slowly dragging the dying body, even the blood evaporated, leaving traces like snails crawling. There are no willows in the desert, how to help the wind. This sandy land constitutes a firm and immortal desert. It was lifted up, but it was slightly twisted, fleeting, flowing and rigidly fused, leaving this rock without skin, which was a pain that could not be hidden. The wind blows, blows, blows from one cave to another, but this is a lava-like wind, a flowing desert, a shell-like valley, cracking, cracking, tearing, cracking ... The desert has woken up and groaned, and it is a lion who has lost his lover. Roaring and rushing, Sha Sping Peng fell deeply into the texture, went deep into the bone marrow, dragged, dragged, gasped, floated, calmly and whined into the rain on the surface of the sun. Once born, it dies, again and again, born and died. The desert is a dead sea, and everything becomes dry, stiff and salty ...

The seaweed growing in the desert is my long hair that has lost its luster. This abyss is as dark and wild as this one. Like a gentle hand, a deadly sword, I can't move, prick, prick, prick … trip, trip, hold my throat and drink grass juice; Choke, burn, roll down, down, down. ...

I live in Xi, the peak of the clear ridge. I swam in the space of HarmonyOS system. Whoever dies with me will come with me. Boundless and wasteful.

The Big Dipper is placed overhead in a strange shape, as if it had been a thousand years. There is sand in the throat, salt in the skin, mixed with pain, this sad desert and salty night.

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