Prose on the Great Wall

I think that the first article is more beautiful

The moon is a few times left behind on the Great Wall/city dolls

Some places could have been left in my heart and sketched by my imagination, so I don't have to travel across mountains and rivers to embrace my feelings with a tired attitude, such as the Great Wall.

How many times have I passed the Great Wall before I have been there? Not to mention a few years ago, I lived and worked at the foot of the Great Wall for three years. At that time, I seemed to be able to go at any time, but I didn't make it, because I thought there was always a good excuse to go somewhere. Just like people and mountains and rivers are predestined friends, what if they go or don't? And the great wall, before that, it was fate. Although I often see a faint shadow in the water and cold mountains of Yanshan Mountain, I just stay in my eyes, or pass by like a wisp of wind, without much impression.

at most, it's my imagination. Under the moon, in a bright round, the moon is in the middle of the sky, the mountains are like Dai, and the Great Wall is vertical and horizontal. Wan Li, however, seems to be out of thin air from the desolation of the desert, and it has been winding all the time. After several generations of reincarnation, it suddenly becomes like the sea. How to live? How did it die? Why, what is left is the silent figure under the moon.

always silent, so silent, so immersed!

Only when I went, the Great Wall was boiling in the daytime! Anyway, it's still like that black city brick, like that strip-shaped square stone that suddenly lies across the mountains. Although the mountain is in this season, it is also lush and green. However, even if the silence of city bricks and stones does not think about the silence of history, the wind and rain over the past thousands of years have injected into every gap the vicissitudes of history after the clouds and smoke have dissipated. So is the Great Wall, and so is the iron cannon moored at the edge of the Great Wall. However, it is boiling today. On the shoulders and backs of the Great Wall, there are noisy voices. This kind of noise seems to be a kind of confusion. Is it that the Great Wall has been boiling for thousands of years, or are it tourists who come and go in a hurry?

a city wall, tens of thousands of miles across, has been silent for thousands of years. After all, what charm does this leave behind? Once killed, or, men's blood and sweat built, women's tears fell down? But it's clearly there, and the situation changes, one side is inside Shanhaiguan Pass, and the other side is beyond the Great Wall. The difference between the inside of the pass and the Great Wall is not only the change of seasons, but also the difference between the willow wind and the snowflake as big as a wheel outside the Great Wall. It is always a silent story.

tell who can understand? When the former wind and cloud slowly calmed down, standing at the head of this gray city, looking through the wall of the Arrow Tower, the Great Wall was at the foot, and the Great Wall was beyond the Great Wall. The Great Wall, what it used to be like, is always a kind of coldness and desolation. Who live in this coldness and desolation? How can these people bear the destiny takes a hand's coldness and desolation?

I always think of a bright moon in my heart in the dazzling sunshine in the daytime, and the bright moon was off in Qin dynasty. The Great Wall, the bright moon, such things, come to think of it, are still an eternity!

But the eternal things may not give people all satisfaction or satisfaction, such as the bright moon, which once shone on the top of the head. Yesterday or in the old year, I didn't also shine on the figure of the old man. I saw the moonlight in Qing Jiang and sang about joys and sorrows, but the moon is still there, but people have passed away. In this way, my bright moon will still shine on others' heads tomorrow. Will he think of me looking up at the moon tonight? And the Great Wall, how many places have been ruined and annihilated. Like me, Badaling, the city head standing today, looks a little far away, and the wall occasionally exposed from Wanshan Mountain is also overgrown with weeds. Maybe next year today, it will also collapse and wither in the barren hills and weeds.

Badaling at the foot should be regarded as the best preserved or developed in the Great Wall of Wan Li, but it's fate to accompany her because of this sudden impulse. It's just that it's full of the ancient meaning of the wall, but there are few places worth visiting in the ancient meaning. A place where Chairman Mao left his words-if you don't reach the Great Wall, you can take a picture; Another place-Haohanpo, 888 meters above sea level, is also a scene. In other places, when it comes to the transformation of scenery, it is really lacking in goodness. Besides being tired, if being tired can be regarded as the feeling or harvest of climbing the Great Wall, it is really reluctant. This weak hillside can't be compared with the dangers of Mount Tai or Huashan, nor can it be compared with the Huangshan Mountain. What's more, for someone like me who used to climb mountains and wade since childhood, a pair of feet that are always on the road have long been used to bad water and mountains.

just because I feel the fate of my fellow travelers, this trek has been memorable for a long time in the sunshine and breeze, and it is also heartfelt.

like the bright moon, no matter what the world is like next year, today's experience will always be like this Great Wall! There will be storms, today's scenery, and today's heart is always unchangeable!

The Passage in the Side Wall

Biqing

One day in early spring and February, my colleagues and I made an appointment to go to the old side. I have never been to the Great Wall from the cold mouth to the river mouth, but because I am too familiar with the old side, at first, I seemed to repeat the feeling of walking on the old side for many years, as if I had simply returned to the old side of my home again. My eyes are floating shallowly on the surface of the old frontier.

yes, my eyes can only see the endless outline of the old side stretching over the mountains. My eyes can't go deep into the gray bricks of the side walls and beacon towers. And the outline of the old side and the surface of the gray brick, except for its own inherent majestic charm and old vicissitudes of color, I can't read and feel any traces built in and immersed in the old side. I can't tell you why I am so familiar with the old side of a strange place that there is no sense of strangeness. It was not until I saw a passage leading to the north hillside in the side wall of the Great Wall near the river mouth that I felt hit by the side wall. I'm a little excited. I just walked past the long side wall behind me, and the boring and barren feeling disappeared in an instant.

yes, I didn't expect a passage in the side wall. I look the same as my friends, staring at the passage in the wall, and my face is full of surprise. This passage is square, less than one meter long and wide, with nine stone steps, which is estimated to be two meters deep. The opening at the root of the north wall is very small. I can't see how big it is. People can only squat to get out. Someone has bent down. I stood on the gray stone at the edge of the passage and watched it silently. In my nature, if I had drilled through the passage many years ago, I would have jumped on the slope of Beishan Mountain. At first, I had the idea of drilling that passage and wanted to find some feelings. However, the idea just flashed secretly and disappeared before it flashed. I didn't want to move. I was silent, as if my heart instinctively refused to drill the passage in that side wall.

I don't want to bend down to drill the passage in this side wall, not all because it is in the old side wall. I don't know why, it's been a long time, and I often feel like I'm crossing the tunnel. Even if I walk alone on a certain road, as long as it is not surrounded by open fields or natural Yuan Ye, such as walking through the streets of the city, or a long corridor, or an alley, I feel as if I am passing through some kind of tunnel. I can only walk forward, I can't stay, I can't retreat, I can't push open any door around me at will, I can't reach out and touch anything real or imaginary around me. Although, at that moment, I prefer to touch those familiar things and the blank on the earth, or the void on the earth. The tunnels I walked through were dim, transparent and chaotic. Walking in the tunnel that is different from the natural seasons, I know very well in my heart that many things that I can't touch and see are lurking around me or in places that I can't touch. It seems that I can't touch these things that I can't see clearly, and they are inextricably linked with me, and I can't tell whether they are good or bad. Maybe, I don't need to explore or see those things clearly. Maybe my eyes can ignore their existence, but my heart is absolutely unwilling to ignore them, and my heart automatically opens to them. But, but no matter where I walk, there are tunnels that I can walk through. I am cautious and free. At this time, I can more clearly perceive the existence of my body and mind alone. As long as I keep my posture unchanged, I can walk more easily and go straight ahead. For example, I walk with my back straight and look straight ahead. Sometimes the steps are solid, calm and dignified. Sometimes it's light footsteps, trying to stabilize my heart gripped by some kind of fear outside myself, so as not to show my humble body, inner panic and grotesque ... < P > At this time, when I saw my friend's chubby body bend over and squat down, and come back from that opening, I completely gave up my mind to drill it. At this time, I like the feeling of standing on the side wall and letting the wind blow. Although it is an ancient battlefield under my feet, the sunshine and breeze make me feel the clarity of my life ... < P > I can't help looking at the sky.

the earth makes me feel too heavy.

I don't want to be in crowded and narrow places by nature, and I'm tired of it or I've been resisting the heaviness and squeezing of life from my heart. I don't like narrow, low, dark, ambiguous, messy, deep hole, damp, dirty, bloody, violent, sinking, breaking, withering, tsunami, collapse, night, destruction, death and other hidden scenes and hidden roots and faces behind them. I don't want to be hurt by the hidden power in these words. Although, they did not leave the human existence itself for a moment. So, standing on the old side, at this time, I don't want to drill this passage in the side wall. I even want to know how people drill through the passage in the side wall. For me, there are many things in this world that I should know, and some don't need me to know what people are doing or doing at all. There are people doing big and small things, good and bad things in this world. I can't get involved in many things except what I should do.

Maybe it is with this mentality that I ignore many things that my eyes can reach or far away. Including the old side itself that I should memorize. To be honest, in the past, I have walked past the old side of the mountains in several villages in our area, but I have never seen such a passage. This is the first time I have seen a passage hidden in the side wall. If you don't walk on the side wall, if you don't walk to the edge of the passage, you won't find it anywhere. Whether, in the past many years, while I have described and thought about Lao Bian, there are also many kinds of similar neglect. Yes, I found that when my eyes and mind are not looking at something or scenery at the same time, my heart thinks about its own things. No matter what scenery my eyes wander, my eyes can't send me information that is full of the world in an instant. I can't tell the ins and outs of many familiar things around me. For example, I don't know what year our old house was built and how many years it has existed in the world. For example, I never look closely at the big poplar tree next to the house. It is pierced every year and how many scars are left on it. For example, millet that has been fed for many years, I never know how many days it grows in the land and how many grains there are in an ear.

I thought I was familiar with the old side. I had no idea that there was a passage leading to the north hillside in the side wall. It turns out that the old side wall is not a completely dead side wall. Perhaps, in the dozens of miles of long side walls I just walked, there is also a passage leading to the outside. Just because the side wall collapsed and changed its original existence, it has already disappeared in the ruins of the side wall collapsed.

In the past, I just paid too much attention to the beacon tower on the side wall, and hardly thought that there would be other mysteries in the old side wall except hard masonry. For many years, I always thought that the side wall of the old side was built by rocks and big gray bricks without any gap. Needless to say, the iron arrow of a long bow could not be penetrated, even the wind that had blown for thousands of years could not be blown through.

I remember that the Great Wall of Wan Li has many famous or unknown passes. In wartime, every pass was guarded by soldiers. I used to think that was the passage from the Great Wall of Wan Li to Guanli and Guanwai. It never occurred to me that there was a passage to the Commissioner in the side wall. But those stories hidden in the side wall passage are just empty in front of me, just like the passage itself, and exist in the side wall in the shape of emptiness. I can't know anything at this time except itself. But this seemingly empty passage is supporting the unstoppable side wall.

However, I still ask myself in my heart, there are so many passes in the Great Wall of Wan Li, why is there a passage leading to the outside in the side wall? Perhaps, in the side wall of the Great Wall in Wan Li, there are already many passages leading to the outside. Perhaps, there are only a few passages in the side wall, only in special terrain, for special people or a certain mission. However, it has turned my heart into a wild field today, full of weeds full of green desires, trying to interpret the scenes that may or never happen in the side wall passage, joy or sadness, sunshine or blood ...