I was in northern Shaanxi: a talented man in the south of the Yangtze River will be a general in the north, and the emperor will be buried in the soil of Sanqin.

Some people say that Jiangnan talents will be generals in the north, and the emperor will be buried in the soil of Sanqin. Yes, what has been buried in the bones of Qin people for generations-thick and warm, and people are so beautiful.

The land of Sanqin is divided into three or eight hundred miles of Qinchuan by Beishan and Qinling Mountains, and there is endless homesickness in Qinqiang. Born and raised in northern Shaanxi, they have unspeakable feelings for this land under their feet. Lamb lamb looks at mother, and Xiaomi feeds us to grow up. This loess slope is dense and simple, and the scenery is magnificent and sparse.

? To borrow a sentence from Wang Anshi: "An extraordinary view of the world is often at stake." The topography of northern Shaanxi is more common in Panshan Road and cliffs, which is absolutely easy to defend but difficult to attack. When the movie "Ghost Blowing Lights" was filmed in Longling Cave, the location was Yulin, northern Shaanxi. Seeing is more thrilling and magnificent than the camera-twists and turns, ups and downs. If someone told me that the dragon was underground, buried thousands of miles, silently guarding the city, I wouldn't be suspicious.

Because northern Shaanxi is a magical place, there are treasures hidden in the ravine. There are many ravines and canyons here, and Qingyang Bay and Ganquan Canyon meet each other-very beautiful. If the Antelope Valley in the United States is well-known, I only think that the Danxia landform and canyon community in northern Shaanxi are not inferior. This geological wonder is hidden in the ravine every year, which is strange and mysterious, like a girl hidden in a boudoir, and little known. There are also Hongshixia and Forest Farm. You can see waterfalls when you walk. This gorge and that ditch-a veritable scenery is always on the road.

Folk songs sing: "The mountain road here is eighteen bends, and the waterway here is nine chains ..." Although the mountain soil in northern Shaanxi is far away, it is also kind to its people. Shenfu Oilfield and Suide Yantian have attracted people's attention since 1980s, and the scale of kaolin deposits is rare in the world. This piece of yellow land is quiet, gathering its own light, silently raising future generations for thousands of years. As time goes by, the four seasons cycle. Fireworks along the Yellow River never die out.

The four seasons are also very distinct.

In spring, I wake up very late. Spring in northern Shaanxi has never seen flowers and trees flourish, even more desolate than winter. Only peach blossoms are purple, so I feel that spring comes very late. But spring is delightful. Just after the Spring Festival, the glacier burst its banks and the birds came first. People on the yellow land are always full of hope, a hard work in spring and a harvest in autumn. If you don't mind your own business, this is the best season in the world.

Summer is vigorous, the momentum is huge, cicadas are noisy, and the heat is wave after wave. Lvmu's huge leaves block the sunset, smoke is filled in the pipes between the fingers of three or five old people under the tree, and smoke is rising in the chimney on the roof not far away. For them, the world seems to be an acre of land, a hot meal at home and a pair of expectant eyes at home. If you want to sing, you must sing this song: "Yuanyang plays with water and floats ~", which reveals femininity in a tactful way, which is a feeling that people in northern Shaanxi can't say.

The loess slopes in Qiu Lai are picturesque, the sky is high, the clouds are light and the wind is light, but the wind is still very hot. In northern Shaanxi in the 1980s and 1990s, yellow sand filled the sky. Every autumn, when the "yellow wind" blows, my mouth and eyes are covered with fog. But the people in northern Shaanxi are hardworking. In just a few decades, the desert has become an oasis. Now in Qiu Lai, at dusk, the streets and alleys are covered with crimson gold-the light shed by the afterglow of the sunset. Going out for a walk after dinner, the clouds on the horizon seem to be on fire, and the sunset is like flame glass. ...

Winter is my favorite. We have all learned this poem written by Lao Mao: "The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li." But few people know that this poem is about the snow scene in northern Shaanxi. 1February, 936, Mao Zedong led the Red Army to Yuanjiagou, Qingjian County, northern Shaanxi Province, to prepare for a crusade across the river and March to the anti-Japanese front. Lao Mao boarded the Yuan Shang at an altitude of 1000 meters. Looking around, there is snow everywhere, wrapped in white and boundless. Shocked, he wrote this song "Qinyuan Spring Snow".

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In fact, the winter in northern Shaanxi is more interesting than that written under the old brush. It snowed a few years ago, just like an ink painting. There is no boundary between black and white, and the rhyme is chic and casual. The river is covered with ice tiles, the mountains set each other off, and all the noisy chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are buried in a silvery white. Li Bai has a poem: "It should be the fairy who is drunk and presses the white clouds." I think, when it snows heavily in northern Shaanxi, it will take nine days for the seven fairies to break through the clouds to replenish. It is often a day and a night, and it is urgent and dense. When I opened the door in the morning, the heavy snow had quietly passed my knees. Climb high, it's all white. When all is silent, shout a few times. The mountains are humming, the snow falls on the trees, and only the wind is responding to you. In northern Shaanxi, the wind in winter is extremely unfriendly. It whizzed past your side face, leaving a small needle on your face, which stung your whole body. It's rude, but you have no good reason to blame it. It turns out that the land in northern Shaanxi will always be like this. Everything you say and do is hitting the floor, and there is no subtle demeanor.

Northern Shaanxi is rooted in the loess sand ridge, and the story of the loess plateau is both gentle and warm. If I can't finish writing this story on the Gobi desert with 1000 pens and ten days and ten nights' blood, tonight I will use the stars as a mirror to leave some fragments of the story on the earth with my life, and I will not waste this life.

I came into this world.

No photos, no truth-

I was born near the Yellow River, at the foot of the famous Baiyun Mountain. When I was a child, I traveled across provinces by boat for four or five minutes, bent down and even met strange fish in the Yellow River. There are continuous stairs and temples on the mountain. In the misty Yunmeng Valley, incense has been burning for 400 years and was approved by the emperor as a famous mountain and Baiyun Mountain.

| The first pass of Wan Li Great Wall, Zhenbeitai. When I once learned that "the scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and no one cares about Hengyang geese", I learned that the frontier beyond the Great Wall-the desert is lonely and the river is setting. Later, I learned that Fan Zhongyan's poem is about my hometown, which is a frontier fortress of northwest military life.

The desert frontier and Gobi desert in the past have long been fully afforested, and the working people are extremely great. They are guarded and nurtured from generation to generation-

| Locust beam loess geological museum is located, where the ghost blows the lantern, Longling Cave is located. When I was watching a movie, I didn't feel the wonderful adventure of filming Mahuangliang. When I went there myself, I really felt the wonder of nature. At that time, I could scan the code and record the drone aerial photography for five minutes, and the strange and dangerous feeling was like entering a maze.

| On the road ~

| Mountains and water.

| Summer selfie, put it in if you like. Haha, nothing special?

| Yun, when I read Mr. Jin Yong's novels before, the focus of my youth and inexperience always deviated. Those heroes didn't remember their love and hate, only remembered his vivid rivers and lakes, clouds, who set off fireworks, which day it snowed heavily and which day the sunset glow was red. That was my initial understanding of "Jianghu".

In the northwest of winter, in the place bordering Inner Mongolia, the Baiyun Mountain above is on the edge of the Yellow River and separated from Shanxi by the Yellow River (I know many people can't tell Shaanxi from Shanxi ...).

The trees on the Gobi desert in summer, which I have never seen in the northwest desert at my age, are now fully green. It takes three or four hours to see the real desert by car.

I have written many articles about trees, and I am very moved every time I see them. I don't know why. I will even observe the appearance of each tree and guess what kind of life path it has. Every time I write about the trees in the northwest wasteland, I will write that they are vigorous, ferocious and upward. In my opinion, that's it. Rooted in the sand, the sun is shining overhead, but it can grow so high and wide. Yes, I used "wide" because many trees are beyond my reach with my outstretched hands. Every time I am under a tree, I just feel that everything in the world is impermanent and the universe is vast, and I am like a star, but my life in an instant is small and fragile.

Salute ~ salute! I am in the daytime. If you want to know more about the scenery in the northwest and the gentle stories and people on this once Gobi desert, then look forward to our meeting again!