By train, all the way west, after Xi 'an, a Gobi desert. When I was in Baoji, I also encountered a tunnel collapse, and the train bypassed Ningxia. The first time I saw the desert, my eyes were full of yellow sand.
During my college years, I was lucky enough to travel to the west with my classmates, crossing mountains and reaching Zhangye, Wuwei, Jiuquan and Yumenguan. The northwest sunshine in May is already brilliant, and the car is warm. I saw the magnificent scenery for the first time along the Hexi Corridor. On the left hand side is the snow-capped Qilian Mountain, shining with golden light, and on the right hand side is a desert yellow sand dotted with a little green. Walking in the middle, people are really small.
After graduation, I went to Qingdao with my friends and saw the sea for the first time. I didn't think of blue water, but it was gray. Like the dark sky, I happened to meet a typhoon. The waves are big and rough, and a wave hits me firmly, which hurts people.
A desert, a sea, a yellow, a gray. The desert and the sea are so majestic and detached. Perhaps the imagination of the sea when I was a child was too beautiful, or perhaps the desert touched my heart for the first time. I prefer the desert to the two. I like the wind and sand in the desert. She may have lost my eyes, got into my nostrils, hit my face, and even got into my clothes. I still enjoy that feeling. A lonely boat in the sea makes people feel desperate; A hint of green in the desert makes people see hope. Crossing a sand mountain may be an oasis.
Maybe I am a person who likes hope.
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