Desert soul prose

Zhaojun's tomb is near the Yellow River on the northern edge of Kubuqi Desert. There is an oval hill, 40 meters high, 500 meters long from east to west and 200 meters wide from north to south. It suddenly appeared on the Yellow River in Ma Pingchuan and looked like a grave from a distance. It's called Zhaojun Tomb.

In 54 BC, the northern Xiongnu Khan tribe started an uprising, cooking beans and burning dustpans. Uhaanyehe was completely defeated by his brother, so he led his troops south and made friends with the Western Han Dynasty. In 33 BC, Emperor Hanyuan was in the first year of Ning. As a pro-DPRK envoy of the Western Han Dynasty, Wang Zhaojun was ordered by the Han Dynasty to go to Mobei outside the Great Wall to pro-Qin. On a crisp autumn day, Wang Zhaojun, a peerless beauty raised in the Deep Palace, went out of Chang 'an with the west, went north from Qinzhi Road, climbed mountains and crossed rivers, waded across the river, and the yellow sand rolled all the way, wild geese, wars appeared and storms stirred. Cross the Kubuqi Desert and head for the north of Ordos, which is only a stone's throw away from Mobei. A county called "Yin He" on the Yellow River is already a pommel horse. In the twilight of the evening breeze, watching the pub swaying with the wind, a group of people stopped to recuperate. The county seat is located in two dog Bay, Pingliang, a village that now embraces Zhaojun's tomb. The next day, a group of pedestrians got up. At the Jinjin Wharf on the bank of the Yellow River, Wang Zhaojun stopped and looked at a big river with a different color from his hometown Yangtze River, thinking wildly. At that time, the north wind was blowing gently, the osprey was dancing, and the waves swept across the banks, and suddenly there was a feeling of meeting an old friend in another country. Then, she plucked the strings and played "Out of the Plug". With strong feelings, she dedicated herself to a magnificent foreign land, where she lived in a felt house.

Among the Xiongnu tribes, Wang Zhaojun was well treated and pampered, and was awarded the title of "Hu Ning E Shi" by the queen, becoming a veritable wife of the Xiongnu tribe.

Wang Zhaojun, who was alone in the Huns, never forgot his ancestors and was happy. She is good at dancing in Mobei grassland and deeply cares about the kindness and care of her motherland. She witnessed the bloody battle of the Ma Tie Glacier with her own eyes and expressed deep concern about the hostility and suffering between the same race or different races. To this end, she has a deep sense of righteousness, shoulders heavy burdens, and does her best for Hu Han's safety. Under her advocacy, the gap between Han culture and northern nomadic culture opened the gap between strong wall and wildness. The heavy armor of Han soldiers was changed into simple Hu clothes, and the foot soldiers went into battle lightly, flying up and down on horseback and attacking quickly. Hufu riding and shooting was widely spread in Han Dynasty. At that time, with the help of the Western Han Dynasty, Uhaanyehe set out to lead the vast desert north. At this point, Hu is a bloodless soldier and his heart is stable. Zhao Jun's Enshi righteous act made the world much more peaceful, ignited the fire of peace, tranquility and prosperity for the Xiongnu tribe, and also made the territory of the Western Han Dynasty less hostile and nuisance. Hu Han lived in harmony for decades. In this respect, Wang Zhaojun has made a wonderful story of national reunification, and is sought after, admired and admired by the Hu people.

After Wang Zhaojun's death, the local people remembered his great achievements. In order to remember them from generation to generation, a green mausoleum was built at the foot of Daqing Mountain in Mongolia for future generations to pay homage to. A natural hill in the corner of Guxian County, Yin He was canonized as the home of Wang Zhaojun's soul, and the old Jingu Ferry was changed to Zhaojun Ferry. These are Wang Zhaojun's immortal works and the highest courtesy for Wang Zhaojun's life.

In my opinion, the stage of life is only a moment, and there is always a time to turn around and take a curtain call; The stage of spirit is a unique space-time field with brilliant light, which will remain in people's hearts until eternity. For Wang Zhaojun, it is a perfect interpretation of the two.

In fact, for a distant ancient person, the tomb of Zhaojun, as a monument of memory, stands tall on the old road of the Yellow River, and has been remembered and admired as a goddess for a long time. It is better to say that people put Wang Zhaojun's soul in their hearts, as heavy as a mountain, and made use of the greatness and legend of a period of history.

After some historical events, many incredible things often happen. A seemingly ordinary hill has been branded with the names of a generation of celebrities, and a Ma Pingchuan in Malan is everywhere at the foot of the hill. Later, it actually had an unusual name. Why is the surrounding geology made of loess, but the tomb of Zhaojun is an exception? I don't know when this mountain, known as Zhaojun's Tomb, found the meaning of existence on the banks of the Yellow River. Is it like bamboo shoots jumping up overnight? Or is it formed slowly and naturally? Among the numerous ferries at Zhaojun Ferry, it changes its course with the movement of the river, and it is a miracle that only the port at Zhaojun Ferry remains as stable as Mount Tai after centuries. Perhaps it is the soul of Wang Zhaojun who has delineated the well-being for the local people. Perhaps her feat touched God and laid an inexhaustible source for the Ordos map that had been left behind. Wang Zhaojun used to graze horses and drink springs in the Hurige grassland. The springs flowed all the year round, and the vegetation was deep. Cattle, horses, sheep and camels were scattered all the year round. In the Kubuqi dust brushed by her sleeve, the manhole covers of several springs were opened, and the spewing springs flowed out of people's hearts. A place called Erdao Water Spring in the north of China was marked on the map, and lush recipes grew overnight. Shaquan reflecting the moon is actually a good landscape in Kubuqi.

On the west side of Zhaojun's tomb, on the yellow land in Hetao area, carp nourished by river water is like wild fish in the Yellow River, with bright color and fragrant smell. Its belly and wings are mouth-watering with its golden yellow appearance, and it is famous on both sides of the Yellow River thousands of miles away. Next to the 10,000 mu paddy field, every summer, the green dyed summer is particularly enchanting, while the autumn scenery is spotless, the rehmannia is fat and green, and the rice fragrance is overflowing. The produced rice is full, round and crystal clear, which makes customers look forward to it, while the stewed rice tastes silky and soft, stirring people's wild taste buds.

As a humble abode in a county on the Ordos Plateau, every time he went west, he was left at the foot of Zhaojun's tomb in a hurry. Every time I visit her, I bump into her affectionately, full of solemnity and mountains. I always feel that there is a kind of sublimity and sacredness harassing my chest. The rugged rocks, without any traces of knives and axes cutting the ground, show high heads from sparse vegetation like natural carvings. After many centuries of wind and rain, the height remains the same, just like the coordinates of Wang Zhaojun in people's hearts. It stands to reason that after more than two thousand years, the leading flowers have long since disappeared, but the legend of Zhaojun leaving the village is like a pot of old wine, which is getting more and more mika. This mountain, known as Zhaojun's Tomb, is like a stone of a town river, as if wrapped with a living soul, so that the river at the foot has never been overturned here. The sound of the waves is still beating the vicissitudes of history, and the prayers to its people are as long-standing as the gods, adding fuel to the fire.

Once upon a time, the tomb of Zhaojun near Qian Fan was full of sails and shadows, and the river was full of soup. Now, I am standing on the top of Zhaojun Tomb, bathed in the warm spring day, and a breeze opens the pass, blowing the vicissitudes of life from the northwest. Looking ahead, we have a broad vision. This height is the commanding height of more than ten miles in Fiona Fang. Looking north, the yinshan mountains dominates the Mongolian Plateau, blocking my view, and the famous Chilechuan is at my feet; My blurred eyes withdrew from a distance, and I looked down from the top of the mountain. Floating bridges are welded on both sides of the river, and on the steel body, passenger and cargo vehicles shuttle back and forth, which is a busy scene. At the moment of lifting their eyes, several thrush birds danced up and down between the branches of the acid thorn forest, and the cry of "chirp" flew out from the cracks in the branches, splashing songs. At this time, their mood is probably not much different from my idea, maybe on the same channel.

A monument stands on the bank of the Yellow River, a lonely tomb for thousands of years, still heavy. For us, the brilliance of spirit and soul is far greater than the existence of a person's bones, just as religious belief is for a nation.

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Xiangsha Aobao Temple has a seasonal river 70 kilometers long from north to south in the middle of Ordos Plateau. When entering the northern section from the watershed of Ordos Plateau, the Kubuqi desert is cut off in the east-west direction, forming a riverbed with a width of one kilometer from east to west. This river is called Hantai River.

As a first-class tributary of the Yellow River, this river is gentle, clear and shallow in ordinary days, and only one stream flows silently to the north with a smile. During the flood season, the rainstorm is in full bloom on the ground, and the soaring flood is roaring, surging from south to north, and the river is vast.

At the foot of this river and the sand mountain where Kubuqi waved goodbye, there is a crescent-shaped sandy bay dozens of meters long. The sand in Shawan seems to be no different from all deserts, delicate, symmetrical, barren, soft and light yellow. The difference is that it has a strange tension, which will make different sounds due to different friction forces, and it is famous far and near, and is called Xiangshawan.

As a specific area, Xiangshawan is a gap between protection and opening. When it is quiet, a bay is gentle and the dust is still; When moving, the wind and thunder are stirring and arrogant. In this sandy bay, the magic is unimaginable, just like installing a stereo in the desert. As long as you hold the sand hard, it will make a "goo goo" sound, just like frogs coming out of the shower, one after another. However, if you climb to the top of the sand slope and slide down, your palms and soles will be impacted by the reaction force and make a "buzzing" sound. For example, when the plane flies by, the sound slips from your fingertips to your hair, making you tremble like a strange finger, as if the plane is shaking when climbing or pulling down in the clouds.

This desert is commonly known as Yinkensha, and there is an Aobao named Yinken, which is located in the depths of the desert two kilometers southwest of Xiangshawan. The exposed Aobao Mountain is a natural hard beam, and its surface is covered with a layer of floating sand and gravel. It has some long-standing marks in the geography of northern Ordos, which can remind many people of a nation to pay tribute to their ancestors. It is surrounded by sand, like an island in the sea of sand, which stands out among the peaks and valleys. Elevation of Yinken Aobao1296m. Standing on its height, looking down, a piece of yellow sand is long and vast, and the scenery in the north, south and east is unobstructed. The original Aobao was the Mongolian leader of Ordos tribe. He chose a three-story stone, surrounded by wicker branches at the end, with a dozen small ones on both sides, and placed it on a circular altar-shaped earth mountain. The scene is grand and extraordinary. After completion, Yinken Aobao is 28 meters high and 43 meters in diameter, surrounded by white marble columns. The lotus bottle at the top of Aobao is made of pure copper and weighs eight tons. 20 12 1 1 was awarded the world's highest Aobao certificate by Guinness World Headquarters in Shanghai.

Every time the bell of Yinken Aobao rings from the wind, it mixes with the sound of the wind to form a special melody. Whether Aobaoshan waits in silence or dances in the wind is almost the same. When the wind came, the dust jumped from the bottom of Aobao Mountain like a high jumper, and flew over the top of Aobao Mountain in a supine posture, leaving no traces of quicksand here; After a storm comes a calm, Aobaoshan remains as quiet as a virgin. It has never been flooded by heavy rain, forming gullies and trenches. Instead, it has gained a calm elegance and solemnity because of the baptism of rain.

On the straight line to the north of Xiangshawan, there is a temple called Zhandanzhao, which was built during the reign of Kangxi. This temple used to be filled with incense and Buddha lamps were always on. On major festivals, monks from 72 temples in Daladier gather together to chant Buddhist scriptures and worship Buddha, which is very spectacular. As soon as I stepped into the threshold of the temple, an ancient snorting came to my face, which seemed to echo my dream last night. I don't know why, the figure connecting Yinken Aobao, Xiangshan Bay and Zhandanzhao is an equilateral triangle, and Yinken Aobao and Zhandanzhao are two straight lines with equal distance. History is often such a coincidence. A legend or myth suddenly sprouted from the desert and grew into an incredible legend or myth.

In the sunny season of spring or summer and autumn, standing on the east bank of Hantai River, from a distance, Yinken Aobao and Dan Zhan are at your fingertips, and scattered camel teams are marching on Yinken sandy land and winding along the valleys of the desert. Camel bells in the desert were once faintly audible. In this desert that has been ringing for centuries, it is a highlight of Kubuqi. Every spring, when the weather gets warmer, tourists from south to north flock to enjoy the infinite charm brought by nature. Sand skiing, hiking, camel riding, and riding a desert car to seek the pleasure of nature are all exciting. You can watch the large-scale epic musical "Erdos Wedding" on the simple stage in the desert and enjoy the extraordinary wedding feast of the Mongolian people in Erdos.

With the arrival of the night, Xiangshawan is unusually quiet, camel bells are far away, bonfires in front of yurts are lit, red and eager, and the beating soul is like a note. Song and dance flooded the whole desert, ebb and flow accompanied by darkness, flanked by Qian Fan.

When everything was calm, a breeze blew from the desert, and the night in the desert was as quiet as death. The sky is high and the clouds are dark, and heaven and earth are almost integrated. Even the wandering hairspring disappeared, and fireflies glided overhead from time to time. At this time, only the stars blinked and stared at this world with few animals and plants, as if everything in Kubuqi was swallowed up by the night. Those beetles that usually crawl on the sand slope have also fallen asleep, and only frogs from the grass beside the Hantai River form a dream band, playing a desert serenade. At this time, there seems to be a song called "Night Beauty in the Desert", which slowly flows through my blood, as if stepping into an unspeakable intoxication.

A bay of sand, an Aobao, a temple and a river stream are undoubtedly a piano keyboard in the north of Ordos. Those melodies are just a pair of magical hand-played gorgeous movements, if you can hear the echo of a long history.

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Suobianlin is located at the northern end of the middle reaches of Kubuqi Desert, with Heilaigou in the west and Liugou in the east. There is a zone 20 kilometers long from east to west and 2 kilometers wide from north to south. On the winding sand dunes, the thick trees at the mouth of the bowl form a huge green barrier, standing there like rows of guards, with vigorous branches and graceful canopy. Dense shade covers the desert like a tarpaulin.

In the first spring of A.D. 1980, a Sumu township named Zhan Danzhao appeared in the northern part of Ordos Plateau. At that time, there were three rivers running down from north to south in Zhandan Zhaosumu, namely Hantai River, Xiliugou and Heilaigou from east to west, with a distance of more than 30 kilometers from east to west. The southern part of this vast desert originally belonged to two towns and villages, and was later placed under the jurisdiction of a sumu. At this time, the Kubuqi Desert in front of the Soviet Union's leading group, like a monster, opened its mouth. The quicksand spread northward at a speed of one mile a year, devouring large areas of pastures, farmland and houses, and even some people's ancestral graves were buried by thick sand. The place where I used to study hard every day has become a long yellow sand and a stranger. Helpless, the local people were in tears and had to bid farewell to their homes and retreat to the north again and again.

In the winter of that year, a group of people headed by Mongolian Du Zhanlin put forward the slogan of "closing sand for afforestation to benefit future generations", which opened a precedent for centralized desert improvement on the northern edge of Kubuqi Desert. 198 1 They took active actions just after the Spring Festival in. In the first year when the production responsibility system just started, they took a "two-legged" approach, sought funds from their superiors, and borrowed money from local credit cooperatives, raising more than 10 million yuan of start-up funds for afforestation. All members of the government team of the Sumu Party Committee were dispatched, and all employees of various organs, teachers and students of schools and farmers and herdsmen along the line were dispatched, and thousands of people were organized to concentrate their superior forces, which sounded the assembly number for marching into the desert. They demarcated the area, starting from Heilaigou in the west and going to Xiliugou in the east, with a distance of 20 kilometers, and advancing step by step from north to south. That year, they planted more than 3,000 mu of trees and blew the footsteps of the desert with courage and confidence.

Perhaps it was their feat that touched God, because the rain came at the right time in those years, and the trees planted had a high survival rate and a gratifying growth. The whole planning area is overgrown with weeds and densely covered with undulating sand dunes. In the autumn of that year, the leaders of Meng Qi led relevant departments and organized personnel to observe the scene. The results of their bold attempts were affirmed and supported by the participants. The trees they planted began to take shape, which played a vital role in scaring off the desert, just like locking the edge of the cloth, so people nicknamed them "Lock Edge Forest". On this basis, Dan Zhan asked Sumu to take a long-term view, and on the basis of summing up experience, he seized the favorable opportunity of good moisture in autumn that year, and took advantage of the situation to push hundreds of meters deep into the desert.

What is planted is saplings, and what grows out is forests. During the three years of 198 1- 1983, Jansumu planted one kilometer of trees along the east, west, north and south of Kubuqi Desert, and planted a long windbreak sand forest belt on the northern edge of Kubuqi Desert. Since then, the Kubuqi desert seems to be much more docile. Rugged dunes are occupied by willows, and the shade under the canopy changes with time. The annual evaporation of water also plummeted, and the annual rainfall increased significantly, reaching a balance of payments, which was unique in the Kubuqi Desert at that time. After a spring rain, some unknown desert plants, such as Shapeng, Dengxiang, Mianpeng, Yangchai, Illweed, Dijiao, Allium mongolicum Regel, Artemisia argyi, etc., scrambled to drill out of the ground, and after absorbing enough nutrients from soil and humus, they flourished. Those flower bones that bloom at will, like the colorful tapestry woven by the Buddha, are endless. At this point, the Kubuqi desert in Zhandanzhao area has stopped expanding northward, and the vegetation coverage rate has increased year by year.

In the next few years, inspired by Zhan Danzhao's "Lock the Border Forest", the afforestation activities at the north and south ends of Kubuqi Desert have since opened a new chapter, which is in the ascendant and leaps forward in depth. The Kubuqi desert is no longer desolate, and the days when the world was windy and dark have long since passed. Green density rises from Kubuqi Desert, becoming an irresistible trend.

In this world, everything has its vanquisher. Green and desert are always synonyms, green is the color of life, while desert is a symbol of desolation and death, and human existence is often inextricably linked with green. In Kubuqi, since the ups and downs of the forest, the wild desert is no longer arrogant here, but it releases a quiet and serene atmosphere, and the shepherd's heart is much brighter, as bright as opening a window. Although nearly 40 years have passed, many things have already degenerated or aged, and only the lock-edge forest still glows with youthful memories, transcending the distance between time and space, and the lush, bright and auspicious background runs through.

When I rode again and again on the east-west passage of Ordos on the northern edge of Kubuqi Desert and passed through Zhandanzhao area, rabbits and pheasants began to panic from the roadside. The rabbit hurried away and the pheasant slowly left. It turned out that even an invisible grass was hard to find. They haven't traveled far since this green land was created. Looking up, a green landscape calmly overflowed from the undulating desert, and the line of sight was blocked by dense forest belts. Poplar criss-crossed, waving branches to pay attention to passers-by, I issued a heartfelt admiration and awe. Although decades have passed in an instant, those historical pictures are clearly visible. Now, in the Kubuqi Desert in Ordos, green is no longer the ornament of the desert, but the main color here, which makes the eternal desert put on a peaceful and charming new dress and have just crossed. Green has been steadily advancing from extension to interior, with remarkable results. Although the "locked forest" in those years is not the same as the green landscape now, the historical process always advances from the starting point, many people say.