Ocean city

Author: Zhang Kangkang

When crossing the Gobi desert, you will suddenly feel that the world is so simple.

The sky is blue, as blue as the sea, without impurities. Long white clouds float around the top of the head, and the sky is like a huge relief.

The ground is flat, a piece of Ma Pingchuan. The line of sight is filled with yellow-brown sand, from under the wheels to the ends of the earth. I only have yellow sand in my eyes. Gravel-like gravel is scattered on the rough beach; On the delicate sand dunes, circles of ripples are engraved; The sand mountain condensed by the sun and the moon stretches like a long embankment; The abandoned villages passing by the roadside, broken walls is still a shocking grayish yellow ...

Occasionally there are distant mountains, winding like Wolong, and gathering and interweaving like dark roots. The wrinkles are neat and smooth, revealing the vitality of the northwest. The snow on the peak is particularly bright, flashing blue light, like a pair of boundless melancholy eyes.

A whirlwind suddenly appeared. The wind is wrapped in yellow sand, forming the shape of the wind, like an inverted golden bell, U-shaped, with the bottom close to the Gobi Desert and dancing at will. It was a wonderful picture. The yellow solidified in the desert turned into a huge chassis, which merged with the yellow whirlwind in Ge You. The rising wind column is like a running fountain, comforting pedestrians in the desert.

There are no more colors. Gobi is only as pure as golden yellow.

In the long and monotonous journey, if a few sparse camel grass suddenly pass in front of us, such a short and poor little green will also bring great surprises to people. Needle-shaped camel grass is always overgrown, surrounded by small beaches, slightly higher than sand. From a distance, it looks like green islands, submerged in the endless sea of sand.

But there is not a green tree.

It's a long way from Liangzhou to Zhangye and Jiuquan. There are no rivers, springs and wells between oases in the ancient city.

Are there really no green trees and rivers?

I opened my eyes in a deep sleep. Like lightning through the night, my eyes lit up.

On the distant horizon, at the junction of blue sky and yellow sand, I saw a clear lake or sea. Gray-blue water waves overflowed, filled and suspended on the sandbar, quiet and serene. There is a long lake embankment on the water. There are trees on the embankment, and their shadows are clear and delicate, and they are arranged vividly, like Xiao Chun in Su Causeway, one of the ten scenic spots of the West Lake in my hometown. What is even more amazing is that the reflection of green trees is still reflected on the water, as soft as ink painting. In the sunshine and drought of the desert, the water must be cool and sweet.

It must be a good place to go. I asked, what is that place?

It's Shihai. The driver replied.

A seaside city? Is this really Haicheng? How can it be exactly the same as the real scenery?

Everyone on the bus is awake and in a daze. They all come to see this Haicheng.

No matter how wide your eyes are, you can't see the difference between this actually empty Haicheng and the real scenery. Although far away, the reflection in the water is very clear.

A little low. Doubt your eyes. I also doubt the driver's casual introduction. Just stop the car, hike the desert by yourself, and go straight to the distant lake shore to see what happened.

Hey, you go ahead, said the driver. For thousands of years, how many people have been deceived by it, thinking it is true, and rushing to the water and the beautiful scenery. But you went, and it went. If you go further and further, you will never reach the finish line. ...

Many legends about a mirage suddenly came to my mind.

..... Thirsty water seeker, with pious feelings, shed the last drop of sweat and drank the last drop of blood, and fell dead in the desert. Maybe when he died, he was still waiting for his elusive dreams and ideals to miraculously appear. ...

Looking at this maritime city, the clear lake and quiet trees clearly present an illusory smile.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that such a beautiful and attractive sea market would be a scam.

However, Shi Hai is innocent. The sea market appears because of the refraction of desert airflow, and the sea market has no intention.

And people, in hardship, hunger and fatigue, are alone in the vast Gobi and endless desert, seeking the oasis surrounded by green trees, becoming the last refuge of the soul and the dream of a gentle hometown in the journey of suffering.

Outside the window, Haicheng in the distance is still smoky and shadowy, and the beautiful scenery is full of temptation.

This car is heading for Na Pianhai. This marine city always floats at the end of the desert.

Near China and Germany, the sun is getting fiercer and fiercer, and the golden Gobi seems to be burning.

When I arrived in Anxi City, a few dark clouds suddenly floated in the sky, and a chill swept through. Raindrops the size of beans fall, and the dry ground raises a layer of white powder, but the rain disappears in an instant. Soon, under the clear and vast sky, a huge seven-color rainbow crossed the sky, sketching a gorgeous glory.

The driver said, you are very lucky. You have seen the whirlwind, sea market, rainbow and rain dew of the Silk Road in the Gobi desert. I have been there many times, but it is not always there.

But my heart just wants to move forward quickly and reach the real oasis in front of me quickly. There is no fierce whirlwind, no illusory sea city, no fleeting rainbow, only houses braving kitchen smoke, happy people, oil-green barley and wheat, and bumper fields. ...

Gobi is simple. In this simple and almost monotonous yellow world, the beautiful Haicheng and the rainbow with flying spots have become the palette of the desert and the illusory hope of travelers. Unfortunately, they don't really exist. When the rainbow disappears quietly and Haicheng disappears silently, people still have to walk out of the Gobi by their own feet, looking for living water and black soil, and looking for a clear sea and a solid sail.

How I want to build a canal to divert water, and then plant rows of saplings on the roadside.

It is a kind of green that can be seen and touched. Water saturated with green leaves flows under the roots.

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The original text of Yang Shuo's Mirage

1 My hometown Penglai is an ancient city with mountains and seas. The city is small, but the scenery is unique. Penglai Pavilion, especially on the cliff of Ya Dan in the north of the city, is magnificent. Leaning on the cupboard and looking at the vast and empty scenery can really wash your heart clean. This is not surprising. The strangest thing is the illusion that occasionally appears at sea, called Haishi. I saw it once when I was a child. I remember it was spring and foggy. I was picking up a pearl washed smooth and round by the tide behind Penglai Pavilion when I heard someone shout, "Go out to sea." I saw the original island hidden at the junction of the sea and the sky, and a mountain that I had never seen before stood on the sea, black and gray, like an ink painting. The mountains are covered with Gu Song Cooper; A fishing village loomed in the sparse place of pine and cypress. The mountains are changing all the time. A pagoda appeared at the top of the mountain for a while, and a city appeared in the ravine for a while. There are many moving black spots in the upper reaches of the city, like people and vehicles coming and going. After a while, the mountain city slowly disappeared and became more and more pale. In a blink of an eye, the sky was blue, everything disappeared, and the original island reappeared at sea. This kind of wonders, the ancient literati saw, often can't help chanting loudly. Look at the poems carved by many predecessors on Penglai Pavilion, most of which are mirage, thinking that they are fairy mountains on the sea circulated in ancient myths. One of the most famous poems is Su Dongpo's poem about Haicheng, which begins with the following words: "The sea of clouds in the east is empty, the immortals have no time to have a bright future, and there is no hidden pearl palace in the north que ..." This shows how charming this Haicheng is. Unfortunately, this illusion is easily overlooked. I grew up in my hometown as a teenager, and I only saw it once. It has been more than twenty years since I left my hometown. This summer, I once again set foot on the hot land and boarded Penglai Pavilion. I really hope that the ethereal wonders can reappear at sea. I came at a bad time. It is usually spring, and the east wind blows after the rain, so there is a sea market. Midsummer, isn't it daydreaming? However, if the sea market doesn't come out, can't we go to the places where the sea market often appears? Maybe we can find it. So I got on the boat and sailed deep into the sea. What an ocean of mirrors. The sea is blue and fascinating. I really want to become a fish and get into the waves. Fish is really pleasant. Look at the back of a big fish on the sea, like a hill. Isn't that fish more than ten feet long? I was lost in thought when I suddenly saw a thorn. Another fish flew out of the water, spread its wings, flew far towards Shui Pi and fell again. Surprised and delighted, I asked, "Can fish still fly?" The helmsman said, "Where is the swallow fish? Do you think it looks like a swallow? " ? In foggy days, I sometimes fly to the boat. "The man is tall and strong, a see will know that he is a veteran of sailing, experienced all kinds of wind and waves. He asked me, "Did you go to the seaside to watch fishing?" I said, "no, it's to find the sea city." The helmsman looked at me and said, "Can you still find Haicheng?" I smiled and said, "I can find-look, isn't that in the front?" "Just point to the distance, where an island can be seen through the faint clouds. The helmsman smiled calmly and said, "It's really a sea city. You should go up and have a look "As soon as the ship approached the island, I went ashore and entered Haicheng. It is really a "sea fairy mountain". The islands in this area are surrounded by smoke cages and fog, one holding the other, which is simply a chain, lying across Bohai Bay. Bohai Bay has always been called the gateway to Beijing. With this long chain hanging on the door, the door is locked tightly and firmly. Don't think that the island is always desolate. The mountains here are low and lush, with oak, locust, poplar and pine trees, and countless fruit trees such as holly, grapes, peaches, apricots, pears and apples. In the fishing village, the place where the leaves penetrate is often exposed, just like what I saw in Haicheng when I was a child. In the past, the scenery of Haicheng could only be seen from a distance. Now you can walk into fishermen's homes and have a heart-to-heart talk with them. The island extends in all directions and there are shady roads everywhere. Walking slowly along the road, you can see bright skirts flashing in the sea of green crops. That's a fisherman's girl. She likes to wear red and hang green. She is weeding. There is a young woman who doesn't start work, with a wild flower in her sideburns, standing in the shade of a locust tree and leaning against a hoe. What is she doing? Oh! It turned out that I was listening to the news of the national wheat harvest broadcast on the commune loudspeaker. Talking about wild flowers is also a major feature of the island. There is Izumi in spring; In summer, when the sun sets, the yellow flowers all over the mountains exude a refreshing fragrance. In the yellow flowers, sometimes a flame-like wild lily stands upright. With the cool breeze and the chirping of crickets, you should smell the strong medicinal fragrance of wild chrysanthemum. In winter, the grass turns yellow and the flowers are all out, but the flowers are scattered in the sky, so the mountains are covered with a dazzling layer of snowflakes. Light snow in early winter is the season for fishermen to catch scallops. Fishing boats all raise their white sails and pull up their nets, like white butterflies flying in droves. Scallops, abalone, sea cucumbers and the like are extremely precious seafood. When you get to the fishery production team, people will let you eat. Besides mackerel roe and swallow fish balls, don't make a fuss if you eat fresh Bai Bei or abalone that just went out to sea. You think it's a feast, but it's normal. Fishing these seafood is very laborious. Where there are steep cliffs and deep waters, there are plenty of scallops and abalone. I went to visit an abalone handler once. The fishermen in this line are all middle-aged, good at swimming and experienced, each with a spatula and a gourd tied with a small net. At low tide, the water is shallow, so fishermen put on water goggles and swim around in the water first to see the bottom of the sea through them. As soon as I found abalone, I threw down the gourd and got into the water. Abalone is also a strange thing, with only half a shell attached to the reef. If you can't shovel it with a shovel and break its shell, you'll never get it down again. Fishermen get abalone, they float to the surface, throw the abalone into the net, hold the gourd for a few breaths, and then drill down. They are all laughing and laughing like little boys. They throw abalone with pearl shells, live sea cucumbers about a foot long, scallops like cattail fans, and throw a strange thing called "stinging pot", which is round and covered with long black thorns, similar to hedgehogs and can climb. The most prosperous fishing season is naturally spring and March. There is a beautiful place on the island called Huagou, which is full of peach trees. Every year, when peach blossoms are in full bloom, it is like tens of millions of morning glow falling on the island. Peach blossom season is also a season of prosperity for all things. A seagull, like a snowball, will sit in its nest on the rock and concentrate on incubating eggs. The naughty boy climbed up the rock and reached for the seagull's egg. The female gull just rolled her eyes and was too lazy to move. Yellow croaker swarmed and floated from the bottom of the sea to the surface. The big shark chased the yellow croaker. Call. When they heard the fish barking, the fishermen knew that it was a large group of fish. The largest net can catch more than 200,000 fish, which fell into the cabin and jumped more than a foot. As the saying goes: "After Grain Rain, a hundred fish went ashore. "Big prawns also rushed to the offshore like dark clouds, dense layers. You pushed me, hit me and jumped on the sea. This is called peach blossom shrimp, and its belly is full of money, and it is the fattest. Fishermen use a kind of "jar net", which is tied with jars as buoys to pull shrimps, which fall on the boats one by one and are transported to the beach one by one, and the shrimps on the beach pile up into piles of mountains. Fishermen are not called Shrimp Mountain, but Jinshan Yinshan. This is the busiest fishing season and the busiest marine market. Now let's go into people's homes in Shanghai and have a look. Lao Song is a strong and capable young man with dark eyebrows and sleepy eyes, but as smart as the locals say, he is like a seahorse. He spent half his life rolling in the wind and waves, struggling with ship owners and making revolution. Now he is the general branch secretary of a production brigade. He led me to string several doors, each of which is a stone-walled tile house, which is very neat. The decoration in the room is exquisite: the kang is covered with a soft and thick blanket; There is a table and wardrobe painted gold on the ground; There is a mirror hanging on the wall; The table is equipped with a clock, a cover bowl and a big vase. At first I thought it was someone's wedding room, but it's not surprising that every family is like this. I can't help admiring and saying, "Your life is really like a fairy. You are very rich. " Lao Song smiled and didn't answer. Pointing to the hillside in the distance, he asked, "What do you think that is? "It was a grave, strewn at random, covered with wormwood. Old Song Dao: "It's not a real grave, it's a fake grave. Buried in the grave was a pile of clothes and a brick with the name of the deceased engraved on it. Where is the victim? They have already been buried in the sea of Wang Yang. Fishermen often say: It's better to be a donkey in Nanshan than go fishing in the sea-you think this fisherman will float on the sea all year round, saying that the weather will change and the wind and waves will kill hundreds of people. The most terrible thing is the tornado, which rotates and can take everyone to the sky. When the wind is strong, women and children all go to the top of the mountain to burn incense and kowtow. Everyone looked at their relatives' boats, crying and screaming. It's miserable-not to mention the master's knife that kills people without blood. " Speaking of this, Lao Song lowered his sleepy eyes, apparently recalling the past, and continued: "Everyone knows that scorpions are poisonous, but they don't know that ship owners are more poisonous than scorpions. The family was poor, and at the age of twelve, he gave odd jobs to the boat. Peach blossoms bloom in March, and feet are red with cold. In the rain, the master scooped the tide out of the cabin. If you scoop slowly, the master will knock the lead fish on your head. When I was older, War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression broke out. Guerrillas led by Penglai Production Party need to buy steel from Dalian, probably for weapons. At that time, shipowners often went to Dalian to install sticks for business, and I cooked for others on board. A man named Bao in Dalian first stole steel from a Japanese factory and hid it in a shop. The ship owner just wants to do this business for money, and let me ship the steel back to the ship. You want Japanese spies to walk the streets. Once you are caught, do you still want to live? Because I am young, I have a little sister who lives in my sister's house in Dalian. My brother and sister turned into that shop. My sister tied the steel to my leg and I carried it with my hand wrapped in snack paper. When I walked back all the way, I always felt that there was a dog behind me, and I was very scared. Hurry back to Penglai and give it to the guerrillas. The guerrillas will send out two shipments of wheat. I don't want my master to detain all the wheat and not give me a grain. My family is suffering from acorn powder, waiting for food to be cooked. Father was so angry that he went to the shipowner, but the shipowner raised his voice and scolded:' Wheat is my money, you can't blackmail me. Your son still owes us food and no work. If he doesn't get even with you, it will be cheaper for you. "This tone, I couldn't get out for many years, until Japan surrendered, and the * * * production party came. I became a militia platoon leader, beat the ship owner, reduced rent and interest rates, and I began to work vigorously. My mother was timid and advised me to say,' Son, will you cut the meat off someone's leg? If something goes wrong, I'm afraid I can't even save my life. "In the end, I almost lost my life." I interrupted him and asked, "I'm afraid that's about the war of liberation?" Lao Song said: "Yes! As soon as the war of liberation started, I moved out, and I often transported grain, wood and sulfur to the PLA at sea. I'm the team leader. Ships always sail at night. It was dawn one day, and I took care of the boat all night, and I was a little tired. I only took a nap when I entered the cabin. A comrade whispered in my ear,' Get up and have a look. Why are there so many fishing boats today? I rubbed my eyes and ran out of the hut. As soon as I saw it, there were all small fishing boats around. Suddenly, all the small fishing boats set up tents together. How did Qixin's fishing boat do this? I don't think so. Tell the ship to dock quickly. It was getting late, and ships from all directions came up early and fired several shots. A pockmarked face stepped onto our boat step by step, holding two guns in both hands and blocking my chest. It turns out that this is a Kuomintang captain. He tied me up first, hung me in the back cabin, beat me and interrogated me at the same time. After hanging for a long time, I couldn't get any confession, so I had to untie me again, light the back of my head with a box gun and throw it into the cabin. There are other comrades in the cabin. After a while, I only heard a hoarse voice muttering,' Remember, don't admit it's the PLA. This is obviously to set us up. Who will fix you up? The cabin was covered with sails and some thick iron bars, which made it dark and airtight. I heard the voice of the man standing guard hoarse, and leaned back and said,' Can you show us some cracks and let us have some air? "As soon as the man heard my words, he climbed onto the deck, revealing a big hole. I didn't expect to be friends. I looked out and it was dark; Distinguish the stars and know that the ship is sailing for Tianjin. I can't feel the thought of death. Now that you are under arrest, you can't escape. You might as well die. When I die, I am in charge. Comrades put the blame on me and refused to admit anything. Maybe they can save their lives. It's easy to say death, but it's really not easy. I think of the party, my comrades-in-arms, the old people at home, and my lonely wife and children. Tears was more than I could bear, and Ba tabata dripped down. I thought for a while, then repeatedly said a few words to my comrades-in-arms, and then whispered with tears in my eyes,' Comrade-in-arms, I'm going out to relieve myself.' A comrade said,' You can put it in the engine room.' I said,' No, I'm covered in fire and want to go out to cool off. He poked his head out of the hatch, looked around, got up gently, plunged into the sea and heard the enemy on board say,' The big fish is jumping. "At that time, it was already cool in autumn, and the sea was freezing. I'm hurt again. The sea is very painful. Struggling to swim in the middle of the night, exhausted, people fainted and drifted down with the high tide. I don't know how long it took. I suddenly woke up, opened my eyes and found myself lying on a big ship, surrounded by a group of people in yellow uniforms with machine guns. I thought it was the enemy's net again! If you ask me, just say fishing capsized. Rice soup was cooked on the boat, and a soldier held my back neck and personally fed me rice soup. I just saw him wearing the Bayi hat badge, and his heart was sour, just like seeing my closest parents, and he couldn't help crying for a while. "So I was saved. The comrades on board really put the blame on me, were beaten and refused to confess, so the enemy had to let them go. It took a long time to find out that the owner of the ship had a grudge, somehow found out our activity route, told the enemy about it and stopped us halfway. Look, how hateful! " Finally, Lao Songcai smiled and answered my initial words: "Didn't you say that our life is like a fairy?" Do you think this is a fairy? If there is no revolution, the place where the real God lives will become a hell on earth. "I asked," what about the revolution? "Lao Song said:" When there is a revolution, even a hell on earth can become a fairy mountain on the sea like our island. " I can't help nodding and laughing: "Yes, yes. There is only one thing I don't understand: we have changed the life of the master now, but we can't change the life of the sea. When the sea changes its face, isn't it still making waves and ruining people's lives? " Lao Song smiled again, smiling confidently. He said, "You'd better go to the fishing boat tomorrow. Now fishing boats are organized, with guiding boats and broadcasting fishing customs anytime and anywhere. Big ships have radios, and ordinary ships also have walkie-talkies. Before the wind comes, the ship can avoid the fishing port in time if there is news first. What can the sea show off? -but sometimes unexpected, also can have an accident. There was a close call and almost an accident. There was no wind in that weather forecast. Fishermen get up early to watch the sun. It's red, and the clouds have disappeared. The weather was not like the wind, so several fishing boats went out to sea. Don't want a sudden gust of wind in the afternoon. The waves were higher than the mountains, and anxious fishermen tied the mast to the boat to suppress the wind and waves. What's the use? The waves hit the ship one after another, and the ship's side was broken and about to turn over. At the critical moment, a warship appeared in front of the cold roof. You know, it's not too far from South Korea, and it's unfortunate to meet enemy ships. The fishermen panicked. The warship was pushed up step by step, and some people took off their clothes and jumped into the sea to swim to the fishing boat. When the fisherman saw it, he shouted happily: It's coming to save us! In a short time, the fishermen rescued the warship and the fishing boat was dragged back. The fishermen all said,' If Chairman Mao hadn't sent a big warship, it would be over this time. "Originally, this is the people's navy guarding the Kyoto portal specially came to the rescue. Seeing this, some people may be impatient: what is this sea market? The sea market is illusory, just as an unknown poet in Qing Dynasty said: "It is unattainable to find immortal traces from the sea." How can you walk into Haicheng? This is not a joke! My friend, forgive me. What I remember now is not the endless Haicheng, but a real Haicheng. If you go to my hometown Penglai to see a mirage, the season is unfortunate, so don't be disappointed if you can't see it. I suggest you go to see this real mirage, which is more novel and interesting than the illusory mirage. This real Haicheng is nothing but Changshan Islands. 2. Author's brief introduction: Yang Shuo (19 13~ 1968), male, is a famous modern writer, essayist and novelist. Formerly known as Yang Yutang. People from Penglai, Shandong. ** * party member. 1929 graduated from Harbin English School. 1939 joined the Eighth Route Army, moved to Hebei and Shanxi anti-Japanese base areas, engaged in revolutionary literature and art work, and then went to the Third Department of Yan 'an Central Party School to study. During the War of Liberation, he served as a war correspondent of the 19th Corps of China People's Liberation Army North China Field Army, and 1949 later joined the volunteers composed of railway workers. After returning to China, he served as deputy director of the Foreign Literature Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, deputy secretary-general of the China Committee for Defending World Peace, vice chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and the second director of the Chinese Writers Association. Published works 65438 to 0937. 1953 Join the Chinese Writers Association. War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression wrote many newsletters and short stories. Special correspondent of Xinhua News Agency during the War of Liberation; During the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, he wrote an excellent novel "Three Thousand Jiang Lishan". After liberation, he served as director of the Foreign Literature Committee of the Chinese Writers Association and member of the Standing Committee of the Party Group of the World Peace Conference, and wrote a lot of essays. His representative works include Litchi Honey, sakura rain, Red Leaves in Xiangshan, Top of Mount Tai, Painting Mountain and Embroidering Water, Camellia Fu, Haicheng, Tieqi and so on. Most of them are from Selected Essays of Yang Shuo.

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Thoughts after reading the first unit "Haicheng" in the fifth grade of primary school Chinese.

At the beginning of this article, it is written that the endless yellow sand in the desert is almost monotonous in color. Then I wrote that in the desert, there appeared a whirlwind that turned upside down like a golden cup. Then I wrote Shihai. The author wrote about how real the scene of Haicheng is, and proved it with his desire to go. Haicheng described by the author seems to make people feel guilty-it is Haicheng that makes those who are looking for water die halfway. But the city itself is actually innocent. Then, the author wrote about the silk road in the desert, and wrote that a rainbow appeared immediately after a few drops of rain fell. Finally, it is pointed out how empty and unreachable Haicheng and Silk Road are! Tell everyone not to rush about for an illusory image, but to do something really real. Let readers just want to see the real oasis immediately and stop looking at these things that don't actually exist. It tells us that we should look inside, not outside. This article is mainly about the sea city, which is guided by the cyclone and rain on the Silk Road. It says: After crossing the Gobi, I suddenly feel that the world is so simple, because there are only two colors in the Gobi, one is blue and the other is green. Gobi was shocking grayish yellow when it didn't see Haicheng, but it became colorful after seeing Haicheng. The author should have read the sentences describing the snow on the top of the mountain, and he is also very thoughtful when describing the shape of Haicheng. The whole article uses many figurative sentences and parallelism sentences. This article is well written.

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Zhang Kangkang's "City at Sea" seeks the answer, and the questions are as follows: 1. What does the second paragraph of the article use to describe the whirlwind?

1. The answer describes the vast silence of the Gobi Desert and highlights its simplicity and thinness. In order to pave the way for writing about Haicheng below, each question is 2 points and * * * * 4 points. As long as it has the right meaning. 2. The answer is that the attractive sea market will make people lose themselves and even ruin their lives. Paying a high price for this is a scam and a trap. The author deeply realized this, so he lost interest in Haicheng and didn't want to see harmful hallucinations again. Score ***4 points, which means it is right. 3. Answer This passage describes the tranquility of water, the clarity and delicacy of tree shadows, ordinary ink painting and gentle description. The author uses the technique of association and imagination, pays attention to color, describes the picture delicately and vividly. Score ***4 points, which means it is right. The answer is that the rainbows accumulated in beautiful Haicheng are illusory and unrealistic, and you can't expect illusory things. Facing the reality, only by doing it in a down-to-earth manner can we achieve our goal. Score ***4 points, which means it is right.

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The fifth grade Chinese reader and the answer to the second volume of Haicheng.

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Author: Zhang Kangkang

When crossing the Gobi desert, you will suddenly feel that the world is so simple.

The sky is blue, as blue as the sea, without impurities. Long white clouds float around the top of the head, and the sky is like a huge relief.

The ground is flat, a piece of Ma Pingchuan. The line of sight is filled with yellow-brown sand, from under the wheels to the ends of the earth. I only have yellow sand in my eyes. Gravel-like gravel is scattered on the rough beach; On the delicate sand dunes, circles of ripples are engraved; The sand mountain condensed by the sun and the moon stretches like a long embankment; The abandoned villages passing by the roadside, broken walls is still a shocking grayish yellow ...

Occasionally there are distant mountains, winding like Wolong, and gathering and interweaving like dark roots. The wrinkles are neat and smooth, revealing the vitality of the northwest. The snow on the peak is particularly bright, flashing blue light, like a pair of boundless melancholy eyes.

A whirlwind suddenly appeared. The wind is wrapped in yellow sand, forming the shape of the wind, like an inverted golden bell, U-shaped, with the bottom close to the Gobi Desert and dancing at will. It was a wonderful picture. The yellow solidified in the desert turned into a huge chassis, which merged with the yellow whirlwind in Ge You. The rising wind column is like a running fountain, comforting pedestrians in the desert.

There are no more colors. Gobi is only as pure as golden yellow.

In the long and monotonous journey, if a few sparse camel grass suddenly pass in front of us, such a short and poor little green will also bring great surprises to people. Needle-shaped camel grass is always overgrown, surrounded by small beaches, slightly higher than sand. From a distance, it looks like green islands, submerged in the endless sea of sand.

But there is not a green tree.

It's a long way from Liangzhou to Zhangye and Jiuquan. There are no rivers, springs and wells between oases in the ancient city.

Are there really no green trees and rivers?

I opened my eyes in a deep sleep. Like lightning through the night, my eyes lit up.

On the distant horizon, at the junction of blue sky and yellow sand, I saw a clear lake or sea. Gray-blue water waves overflowed, filled and suspended on the sandbar, quiet and serene. There is a long lake embankment on the water. There are trees on the embankment, and their shadows are clear and delicate, and they are arranged vividly, like Xiao Chun in Su Causeway, one of the ten scenic spots of the West Lake in my hometown. What is even more amazing is that the reflection of green trees is still reflected on the water, as soft as ink painting. In the sunshine and drought of the desert, the water must be cool and sweet.

It must be a good place to go. I asked, what is that place?

It's Shihai. The driver replied.

A seaside city? Is this really Haicheng? How can it be exactly the same as the real scenery?

Everyone on the bus is awake and in a daze. They all come to see this Haicheng.

No matter how wide your eyes are, you can't see the difference between this actually empty Haicheng and the real scenery. Although far away, the reflection in the water is very clear.

A little low. Doubt your eyes. I also doubt the driver's casual introduction. Just stop the car, hike the desert by yourself, and go straight to the distant lake shore to see what happened.

Hey, you go ahead, said the driver. How many people have been cheated by it for thousands of years?