If Lop Nur is purgatory, Kanas is undoubtedly heaven. Both are lakes, but they are two extremes. * * * exists in the same boundless land, so I always think Xinjiang is a unique place.

Do you know that?/You know what? Lop Nur is also a lake, but it has been dry for many years. Sand replaced the lake and finally merged with the Taklimakan desert. Uighurs warned that "if you go in, don't think about it." I can't count how many lives it swallowed. I just looked at the place full of rolling yellow sand, as if I saw rows of tragic starting backs.

People often say that Kanas is a place where you go in and don't want to come out. The beauty here is breathless, the beauty is extreme and solemn. This is a fairyland on earth. I was worried that my pronunciation was a little inaccurate, so I read "fairyland" as a "trap".

Two places, two sentences, one is intimidation and the other is praise. There is only one word difference.

Maybe in people's eyes, there is only a little gap between heaven and hell.

One year, I went to Kanas alone to see monsters. When passing Zhungeer, I met an old Uighur man riding a donkey.

He regards me as one of his few young friends. He always tells strange anecdotes. I think he undoubtedly just wants to show off his knowledge to an inland young man who is visiting. I want to hear it. After all, he is very old, with a long white beard dragging on the desert, and the tip of the beard is almost rotting.

When we parted, he said that he had been to Kanas and must visit Lop Nur. I nodded and asked, "But what's your name, old man?"

"Two generations of love."

I am stupefied.

Kanas is in the best season of the year, just like me.

Its lake is always changing color. May is gray, June is blue, July is white and August is dark green. In the current season, Kanas Lake has become jasper. The vegetation on both sides of the river is colorful, fiery red, golden yellow, light green and pink orange, surrounded by sky-blue and pure blue lakes, and the sunshine is sometimes brilliant and sometimes soft, which is a beautiful scenery. At this time, Kanas Lake is a girl who loves beauty and lusts after it. Colorful tree shadows, bright sunshine, beautiful fallen leaves on the shore and even clouds on the horizon are all absorbed in one Wang.

Yes, Kanas always gives you the best and the most beautiful. I think Kanas, if he is an adult, must be a Virgo, beautiful, rational, clean, changeable and elegant. It always shows you the perfect side without stint.

Besides, it is beautiful in itself.

Of course, my greatest passion for Kanas Lake is the water monster, and I am curious about these natural mysteries. When I arrived in Tuwa village, I saw a TV reporter doing an interview, which attracted many people to watch.

"Exploration and discovery-into the unknown, take you into the mysterious Kanas Lake and explore the lake monsters." The host said meaningfully to the camera: "The water monster has existed for many centuries, and many witnesses have seen it, but so far it has not captured a living body, not even a specimen. What kind of mysterious creature is the lake monster? "

After that, the microphone and camera were aimed at a middle-aged man dressed by a professor. The man said in a low voice, "There is an old legend that there is a giant snake ..."

Before the words were finished, the host asked, "Are you an innuendo monster, but actually a snake?"

Standing next to me is a Hunan tourist, a girl with a Xiangxi-style delicate face. She smiled and said, "Experts are far away."

"The reporter is even more ridiculous."

She is standing next to me, and I don't want to listen to the discussion about monsters. So I looked at her phantom side face in the dark and couldn't figure out her mind. She seems to be listening to the program attentively.

Under the clear starry sky, we talked a lot and for a long time. I don't rule out my lust, but I prefer it as an appreciation.

We talked about tourism, but she said she would leave with the tour group tomorrow. I'm a little disappointed. The advantage of traveling alone is that you can do whatever you want, which is an unbridled behavior, that is, the indulgence of freedom. In this clever girl's mouth, it is called the pursuit of freedom.

"You know, I may belong to the category of hidden youth."

"Autism? You are very talkative. " She combed her hair. "Can you go outside and hide?"

"So I come and go alone, I don't like being close to people, and I don't like going to crowded places."

She smiled and said, "How strange!"

"So I think I can't walk any further, so I'll live in seclusion."

She asked with some joy, "A stone like Hehe?"

"Li is like this."

"How can I put it?"

"I live in seclusion because I love mountains and rivers. Do you know that the benevolent Leshan, the wise happy water? "

I don't know. She smiled and said, "Is this your future plan?"

"It's good to come to a place like Kanas when you live in seclusion."

"Stay here?"

I waved my hand and said, "I just appreciate Kanas."

"I'm afraid you are not allowed to enter the tourism bureau." She said: "And it seems so meaningless, just enjoy it and do something."

"Well-"To be honest, I don't quite understand what she means.

It seems a bad idea for young people to live in seclusion. There is a suspicion of enjoying oneself and exposing personality defects. I don't care. I only respect my temper.

When I first came to Kanas, the happiest thing was to know her friends. Although it was a stranger and a short encounter, it was a bit of a brief encounter, and no one even knew her last name. I never saw her again the next day.

It's a little regrettable.

Kanas is really a trap, a beautiful trap, which always makes me forget a lot of unpleasantness and concentrate on appreciating its posture. However, I still can't guess, because there is another soul hidden in its soul. Of course, I came, and nothing happened except traveling. I should always do something like what girls say. So, I began to be as willful and straightforward as a child, insisting on uncovering the secret of the monster myself. As a result, I got lost on the road the first day and was fired by the ranger the next day. On the third day, I stopped talking and gave up the plan.

I will dress up as a scientist to observe the lake area, or like a craftsman, make a net and scatter it in the lake, and all I get is some water.

Monsters can give me a dream, and I will do something to amuse myself like a naive child.

I didn't see the monster when I left Kanas, but I didn't have any regrets like when the girl left. On the bus leaving Xinjiang, I always felt that this trip was not as unexpected and dramatic as I expected, but rather sad and pale. I remembered the old man Afandi's words.

I called a Uighur female guide in Calda and walked in the desert with my domestic bactrian camel all morning. Finally, she said, Lop Nur is just ahead. I squinted at the Gobi Desert, which was exposed to strong sunlight, and asked, "Where is Lop Nur written?"

"Here it is." She pointed to a collapsed Hu Yangmu and spoke Mandarin in northwest China. "Those who haven't died in a thousand years are all dead, that's all."

Is it? I jumped off the camel and looked around, lifeless except gravel, gravel, gravel. Just want to go forward, she pulled back.

She said: This is a hell on earth! Don't come out when you're in!

"How can I put it?"

"No one ever came out, only the mummy was blown away by the storm."

I no longer want to move forward, but I still wonder, will I be the first person to create a miracle? The spirit of adventure is good, and it is also good to say to myself that "every day is an adventure", but after all, I am only a mortal, and I can't create any legends, just to fool myself.

Standing on the outer edge of Lop Nur for a long time did not make me feel that I was enjoying the scenery, but it made me feel uncomfortable. The old sweat just dried, and the skin, hair and clothes stuck together tightly, and the new sweat gushed out from the pores. I thought it would be squeezed dry by the hot sun. I don't want to come again.

At the same time, I miss Kanas, and I think I am more suitable for wet places.

Then she said, "This is also a lake, and it is the largest in the northwest. In 65 years, the whole lake dried up. "

This surprised me. There seems to have been such beautiful scenery here as Kanas, but it is a pity because of the climate and various human factors.

I am imagining its past, but a piece of yellow sand reminds people of the lake, which is very strange.

Gradually, the distance between hell and heaven is getting closer and closer, which is difficult to observe.

Close enough for me to see Kanas' future.

When I got on the train, the green hills in Xinjiang drifted away from me and I couldn't touch them anymore. When we arrived at the boundary of Gansu, there was another amorous feelings outside the window. You know, beautiful things can easily make people relax their vigilance. There is no boundary between beauty and ugliness, luxury and poverty. For example, the water monster in Kanas Lake, some people think it is a beast, others say it is a snail, which is also true for travel and stability.

I think we should not only remember Kanas, but also cherish it. And cherish and be vigilant as the biggest gain of this trip. The only thing I didn't expect was to experience the beauty of Kanas in Lop Nur, a place that was originally different.

So I always say that Xinjiang is a unique place.

It is time to do something. In addition to writing a long mystery novel about Kanas monster, write a strange prose with some effect, which should be a short novel. As a small travel note, it will not be meaningless.

These years, like a gust of wind, I can't stop for a moment, although my family doesn't agree with my yearning life. But I am a wild crane in the clouds. If I don't care, I think I'm willing to be a misty wind and eventually stay in Kanas, which may be pleasant.

North City North

I started from the southernmost tip of the motherland and fled to the northern city.

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Affected by the mixed aroma of kapok, litchi and bauhinia, Beicheng gradually fell asleep.

Once upon a time, people in Beishi only knew that this small town lived for generations was in the north of H city, on the north bank of the lower reaches of Dongjiang River, so it was named "Beishi". Later, people in Beishi finally learned that Beishi is located in Guangdong Province in the southeast of the motherland and belongs to H City in the southeast of Guangdong Province, which is equivalent to the southernmost tip of the country. However, this name has been used for a long time, so Beicheng has always been called Beicheng.

Beishi is located in the northeast of Pearl River Delta, northwest of H city, looking at Dongguan in the south, adjacent to Hong Kong and Macao, and close to Guangzhou, Hong Kong and Shenzhen. In principle, such a geographical location is very conducive to development, but the northern cities are a little lazy and tired. Seeing this, Shenzhen and Dongguan, two neighbors, began to carry out reforms in full swing more than 30 years ago, and now their economies are in full swing. Beicheng is still lazily turning over, scratching and continuing to bask in its sun.

My home is in a neighborhood near Dongjiang. The same house, almost the same bauhinia, and a large monotonous open space have formed an ordinary community. The community has not had an accident for more than ten years, and it is calm.

That ordinary Friday afternoon, I ran home from school, left my schoolbag on the ground and rushed to the balcony door. Oncidium always spends half an hour taking care of her chlorophytum after work. Pots of bluegrass are hung on the balcony, with slender and beautiful leaves, a line of light green and a semi-circular arc shape, which swings when the wind blows.

Oncidium watered chlorophytum as usual. She held the kettle with her fingers, tilted it slightly, and the water flowed into the flowerpot like a stream. I stared at her silently. Her head is hidden among a dozen pots of chlorophytum. I only saw a dark eye flashing in light green and goose yellow, and then a gentle curse: "strangle your black eyes and stare like a dead man."

I sucked my nose loudly, trying to make my eyes look less moist. Those tears seem to roll down one by one by accident. "Where is Xiao Qi?" I asked.

"Look at your death, what a good little girl, what a good dead man." Oncidium continued to say viciously.

I tried to make my voice less shaky. "I mean, where is Mo Qixin?"

"I died outside." She continued to keep a straight face and overcame my anxiety with indifference as always. I clearly heard my voice go soft and asked piteously in a timid and fearful voice, "Mom, can you tell me where Mo Qixin went?"

"Beg me? Are you begging me, you dead girl? Begging me for a shameless dead man? " Oncidium knuckles holding a pot of chlorophytum. She was shaking so much that many delicate leaves trembled with her. Bang, a bomb grazed my left ear and exploded. Ceramics and clay fell all over me, and a few slender leaves hung on my shoulders comically. I grabbed my schoolbag and ran back to my room, slammed the door, leaned against the corner, buried my head in my knees and cried quietly.

I have never been so eager to escape from the North City and this nightmare.

When I was young, I realized how different Wen's way of speaking was, and I couldn't help noticing that most people in northern cities had the same habits as her. They attach great importance to the word "death" when they speak, adding the word "death" before nouns, verbs and objects, and giving the word "death" rudely wherever this decoration can be added. For example, just because of such a trivial matter as "coming home late", Wen can also scold me extremely heroically: "Dead girl, you don't need your dead eyes to see what time it is. Tell me honestly, where have you been, and you still don't know how to go home so late? Live too comfortably and want to die, right? Next time you come back to see me so late, I won't kill you! "

I do not blame her. Because behind her, there are more than 800 thousand people in the whole northern city paving the way for her.

Beicheng is a place full of grievances. I always thought so. People in the north city have a skill. No matter what happens, they can always find the reason objectively, such as the bad weather, such as the wrong time, such as Zhang San being too greedy for petty gain or Li Si being too unreasonable. As long as there is a little marginal reason, whether it is reasonable or not, it will become a high-sounding truth, which will be the best explanation for their poor grades and bad luck. Young people curse the current education system and hate their parents everywhere; The old man enjoys the cool under the big tree to repel mosquitoes, and scolds unfilial descendants by the way; Women are carrying big bags through the dirty market, busy cursing rising prices and the despicable behavior of vendors; Office workers complain about expensive oil and the depressed stock market. This is endless. Endless.

Since I was sensible, I learned the harm of resentment from my grandmother for the first time. My grandmother was born in Shenzhen, when she was only five or six years old. It was easy for her to be tricked into the North City by a man who had endured hardships. The fatigue of the long-distance bus and the ugly-looking trafficker made her speechless. Before being sold to a literary family, she would only babble. He put her hand gently on his generous high-five and asked her name. She just shook her head in despair. So the old man gave her little hand to another little hand.

The young master of literature was generous and honest and asked her, "My name is Wen Jingsen. What's your name? "

She still just shook her head. It took a month to speak. "Lingling." She whispered timidly.

"Which one? Is it Wang Lingling, Wang Linlin or Lingyun? "

She shook her head again. Wen Jingsen continued to ask patiently, "What's your last name?"

She stretched out her index finger and drew three horizontal lines in the air, then a vertical line. He smiled and named her Wang Ling.

In the first days, he inherited the family business of his ancestors. Writers have been carpenters for generations, so they have Mark in their names. With the simple and kind character of a handy crane, he quickly expanded his industry and accumulated more wealth. In his spare time, he also taught her to write, horizontally and vigorously.

Wang Ling can only write four words in her life: one, two, three, and her family name, Wang.

Wen Jia is not a scholarly family, but a child bride. She doesn't need any culture. Many times, she remembered the way he taught her to write, unconsciously moving her fingers, one horizontal, another horizontal, another horizontal, and another vertical hard. She then satisfiedly hey hey smile.

The couple had a boring and happy time. Later, the people's cultural society movement of "one big man and two big men" rose, and his property was taken into the commune. Out of love and respect for his ancestors, he secretly left a machine tool for planing wood. The result was exposed and taken to the street for severe criticism. Then came the darkest and most painful days. She changed from a wealthy housewife to a cook in the commune. Get up early every day and be greedy for black, firewood and soot.

Grandma likes to tell us stories about the past, her own experiences and some scary stories. Finally, I couldn't help screaming: Why? After so many years of hard life, he lived a good life. Why did he give up and leave me alone? Why?

In the last ten years, grandma has a new reason for resentment, and that is her hometown of Shenzhen. She watched helplessly as the small fishing village that gave birth to her and raised her, which should have raised her, has now become a world-famous modern city, and the northern city where she lives has been developing slowly at the same speed as walking. She's just angry.

"Why? I deserve better conditions and a better life. Why should I stay in this small city all my life? " She blames the trafficker, the literati grandfather, Wen Jingsen, his critics and the whole North City.

But I found that she just forgot to blame herself, why she was so greedy and sacrificed her life's happiness for a candy. Grandma's heart is bad, probably eroded by resentment.

Wang Ling had her first child in the tenth year when she came to Beicheng. Followed by the second and third.

The beginning of 1967 is the most important traditional festival in China. On New Year's Eve, Wang Ling, a paunchy man, suddenly felt a sharp pain and fell down on the stove while cooking New Year's Eve.

That night, Oncidium was born. As the youngest child and a clean little girl, Wen Jingsen likes this child very much. He often hangs her around his neck and takes her anywhere; She giggled with stubble again. Oncidium has been spoiled since childhood. For example, when she was in primary school, she wore a fashionable checkered skirt, sucked milk and bit cookies to go to school.

It is conceivable that Wen had an excessive attachment and intimacy with his father since he was a child. Of the four children, only San Gewen is the most like his father. Yin Cheng is not only lively and smart, but also personable. At that rebellious age, Wen was not only Wen's favorite brother, but also an example to all men in her mind.

However, the scenery of Wenyin City only lasted until the age of eighteen. A college entrance examination shattered his pride, and after sighing at home for two months, he embarked on the road of re-reading. In those difficult days, Wen also decided to continue to study in high school so as to spend more time with her dear brother.

Wen retakes the exam for three years. When I graduated from high school, even my sister graduated from high school, but she didn't go to college. He fondled her head affectionately before going to college and said, "Girl, wait for me. Be obedient. "

She waited for him carefully and obediently for four years. In those four years, she taught in a rural primary school, with a meager salary and a solid dream. She learned to play the guitar by the dog tail grass at dusk, wearing a plaid shirt, half of her face covered with black hair, and smiling gently at the orange sunset.

Four years later, she faded and became a real big girl. Four years later, he came back, more gentle and graceful, with a beautiful woman in his arms. Her name is Shi, and she hasn't mixed up a little star in TV for several years.

She rushed out to meet him. She heard his familiar voice affectionately calling "light light blue", but she was surprised to find that it wasn't herself. So abrupt, her body and mind are cold. "Fox!" She secretly scolded 1, turned and ran back to the room.

Later, the young Oncidium also became a dissatisfied housewife.

All the brothers and sisters are talking about marriage. Wen seems to be a dissatisfied housewife at home. She complained loudly that TV programs were too boring, eldest brother's children were noisy, and her sister-in-law wore too much perfume-her harsh words brought serious trouble to her family. Wen suggested that it was time to find a home for this little sister.

As early as when Wen graduated from high school, Wang Ling once found her a husband's family. The man surnamed Mo is a local self-employed. At that time, she insisted on teaching in the countryside and refused. The engagement letter is still at the bottom of the wardrobe at home. Wen turned it out and secretly went to Mo's home alone.

"Will you marry me?" She dared to ask.

Mo Zhong Ling was shocked by her: "You pushed for four years ... I already have a wife and children ..."

"What about this letter of appointment?" She raised her weapon.

Lin Xiue, outside the living room, rushed in with a child a few months old and slapped her with her hand.

Later, Oncidium gradually came out of his brother's shadow. Six months later, she married Pei Chen, a local civil servant. Later, she gave birth to her daughter early, and since then, I have had nightmare memories on earth.

My name is Pei Fei, and I was born in the most beautiful season in North City. At that time, kapok had not completely fallen, bauhinia had just pulled out its buds, and early-maturing lychees were scattered in the streets and lanes with sharp edges and corners.

Adults say I've been smart since I was a child. I just skipped a grade when I entered school, and I get a thick certificate every year. Smart, silent, looks very quiet. I grew up under the strict discipline of Oncidium, and I learned to read and write. I also learned to endure a few curses with the word "death" in one sentence, and learned to bow my head and walk quickly past swearing women and sleeping beggars. Calm waiting and infinite patience are my skills. In the northern cities, anyone should learn to endure, or he will only become a philistine woman who calls names in the street, a vulgar and incompetent man, until he becomes an old man who tells resentment stories.

I always want to leave the north city, escape from the north, and leave this place full of resentment far away.

In my early observation, Wen concluded that I had no talent for studying music and art, and decisively kicked me onto the road of exam-oriented education. I have been reading thick books with thick eyes since I was six years old. Be liked by teachers and despised by classmates. Because of this, I have no heartless friends and no intimate friends to talk to. Only Xiao Qi. In the northern city, he accompanied me to pick kapok and bauhinia, and shared a bunch of lychees on the way after school.

"Let's leave Beicheng together in the future." He looked at the kapok tree full of flames, as if inadvertently saying.

"When?" I asked excitedly.

"Soon, soon ... we are almost twelve years old, I think ..." His words gradually dropped and disappeared in crimson. A plump kapok landed in front of me with a bang, which shocked my fantasy.

"Let's go."

In the spring when I was twelve, I invited Xiaoqi to my birthday party. Wen and his father were deeply impressed by the cleverness, so they stayed. Finally, it was getting late and his father offered to send him home. Xiaoqi said, "My father is here. He should arrive soon. "

As soon as the door opened, Oncidium hesitated for half a minute. She closed the door and turned blue. She said to Xiaoqi, "Xiaoqi, what's your full name?"

"Mo Chunxin. Qi is a capital "seven" and "letter" is ... "

"the' letter' of' credit'." Lin Xiue gnashed her teeth and answered behind the door. Behind her was Mo Zhong Ling, who was dumbfounded.

"Did you break your word?" Oncidium cold hum a, pushing a small and pure out of the door. "Pure, let's go! Don't go to this woman's house again! " Lin Xiue was so angry that she turned to our house and shouted hysterically, "Shame on you!"

I looked piteously at the figure of Xiao Qi leaving behind the cat's eye, thinking about how to explain to him when I go to school tomorrow.

However, I don't need to rack my brains to think of a suitable result, because Xiaoqi didn't come to school.

Oncidium didn't get the result I wanted. Since then, Xiaoqi has never appeared in Beicheng. After I was thirteen years old, I decided to study abroad. Oncidium, grandma, Lin Xiue, the previous generation, the previous generation, all remain in the north city-the north city that gave birth to them, raised them and gave them flesh and blood. Their character and fate are closely related to the North City. They can't live without this town all their lives.

A curved tributary of Dongjiang River forms a natural barrier, separating the old North City from the prosperous H City. There are many older residential areas in the north city, which are built by the river and connected with Dongjiang water only by a green and brown old city wall.

However, unlike the outside city of H, unlike the bustling Pearl River Delta, it is indisputable that the cities in the north spend as comfortably as it does year after year. In the ancient banyan trees, ancient walls and warm wind that make people fall asleep, lie leisurely on the water and rest.

However, people in northern cities will still talk about it from time to time. Why are we different from Shenzhen people and Hong Kong people? Because we are all human beings, we are in cahoots. When they talk about it, they still use the sentence pattern of "death", the tone of malice and resentment, and the lazy expression.

PS: Your requirements are quite high, but not every entry has been published with the most novel ideas. I found two at random.

In fact, some of them have it in their post bars, but I didn't do Ye Chan's Want to Be You. You can see for yourself, they have written a lot. However, apart from the entries, others are probably only known to themselves and the TN Organizing Committee. exceed ...