Cheng Ji | Dunhuang Moonlight

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After a few years of backpack trip, the long journey made me meet countless interesting souls. Among them, the most impressive is the "little aunt" who met in Dunhuang. This name is not age, "Little Auntie" is actually not old. Only when I grow old for five years old, I see me younger than her, so I am interesting to make me call her "little aunt".

I met her three years ago. At that time, I was performing in Dunhuang. After the performance at night, I walked alone with the guitar. A round moon is hung in the sky as unwavering, far -reaching and quiet. Back to the hostel, it is almost midnight. Three or five strangers from the four seas of the lobby are still in the south of the world. Looking at the noise from a distance, I couldn't help speeding up. Suddenly, a figure stood up from the flower tree in the courtyard and frightened me. Who is still in the evening? I took a closer look and was a beautiful girl. When she saw me a little surprised, she shook her hands "Hi", and said hello.

I also reported a kind smile. Maybe the moonlight is so beautiful. We stand at the door, and we have a chat with each other. I learned in the chat that she was a volunteer here, and soon came. Later, she told me many backpack experience. I knew that under the seemingly ordinary appearance, there was a soul hidden in such an ordinary appearance.

After graduating from college, after a few years of class, she resolutely resigned from a stable job. With the savings of these years, she began to travel to backpacks alone. It is not the kind of travel group -style horse -seeking flowers. Every time she goes to a city, she will find a rest and live in a rest. Slowly penetrate the local culture in the process. When the short and stable "spring water" was almost overflowing with her heart, she would resolutely pull it to the next city, and plant the soul in the sky in the sky in a foreign country.

Talking about her journey, "Little Aunt" used an image metaphor. She said that I was like a gyroscope, and I kept rotating. Whenever you find a original point that rotates life, you will open the station that finds the next soul. In this way, in the departure and experience of the weekly and again, looking for the source of the gap in life, but indignant, it seems that the departure is the end of all arrival.

Looking at the beautiful and young face in front of her eyes, I asked her if she was worried about the safety of traveling alone. She smiled slightly and said heartily, remembering once in Chengdu, she lived in a mixed room room. There were seven men in the entire room. Only her woman was mixed in harsh teeth and snoring. But she never felt fear, but also felt that these experiences were unprecedented experiences.

This kind of contrast can also see one end from her circle of friends. In her circle of friends, she could not see the vulgar show of the traveling and vulgar, but instead use one or two pictures to express my perception everywhere. The text of the picture is a poem she wrote by her own. It reads fresh and beautiful, as if making people immersed. I asked curiously: "Why don't you send your travel experience and poetry to the Internet? Must be a fire." She smiled and spit out two words: "Suiyuan".

Later, I learned that this weak girl often participated in marathon competitions in various places, and even won awards. She had to give up her love in her heart because of her muscle damage.

got windy. The moonlight of Dunhuang screamed all the way from ancient times. In the courtyard under the moon, I talked a lot with "Little Aunt". We all seem to be immersed in a dream where I have forgotten, and seeing a different life faintly.

After all, dreams are dreams. Now, "Little Auntie" is married and has a child, living a peaceful life. It seems that all the ups and downs and meetings of the journey are far away. But I am convinced that in a certain distant distant place, our soul is still on the road, just like all the journey is just to reach the depths of my heart.

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