Lop Nur: If I were

Bupo, I have seen her beauty: golden wheat waves fluctuate in the same golden sunshine; Clear water waves reflect the same clear sky and ever-changing white clouds. Hills and large Populus euphratica forests cover the green patches in our field of vision. Crowds of horses, deer, wild camels and other animals make this place more lively. Wild ducks, herons and many beautiful birds that can't be named are accompanied by beautiful music here. At night, we can see every star in the vast night sky, and the big and round moon makes us have infinite reverie. Lop Nur is as beautiful as a fairyland. I witnessed it. Later, human intervention recently destroyed the beautiful and fragile Lop Nur. The golden wheat wave disappeared and was replaced by the same golden dry desert. There was never a drop of water, and the clear sky became cloudy. I can't taste the shape of the clouds, because those things have become gray and fuzzy. There are no flocks of animals and birds here. Maybe some of them will show a little cold and resentful bones from the sand when scraping! The hills are like the horrible high walls of the prison, and the dead Populus euphratica is like a skinny hand sticking out of the prison bars. These innocent prisoners will be executed by guilty people. They were thirsty and could not shout, so they had to stretch their hands high into the sky with their last strength. Even if their bodies are dry, cold and hard, they will accuse God of crimes against humanity. I also witnessed the disappearance of Lop Nur. Humans can never hide this fact. Don't forget, it is nature that makes human beings grow and progress. People who think they can conquer nature now naturally hurt her and other lives equal to human beings. Nowadays, more and more human "friends" die unsatisfied and accuse human beings with their last strength. Humans become arrogant, cold, and pitiful! The whole earth has witnessed the crimes of mankind.

May Lop Nur never happen.

Lop Nur, which has experienced vicissitudes, is such a heavy memory, as if it were approaching one layer at a time, gradually eating away at the gravel of Lop Nur and weighing heavily on my mind. Thousands of years ago, the ancient city of Loulan was so prosperous and magnificent. Loulan shore, there is Lop Nur, the water is sweet and cool, and the breeze is Xu Lai, but it is refreshing to look at the swaying trees and fish playing in them. Now on the Silk Road, Loulan and Loulan have fallen through the ages, and only Huangsha and Lop Nur are left on the shore of Loulan, which have disappeared. Under the yellow sand, I only heard the blue shadow by the pool more than 100 years ago, lamenting and crying. When the yellow sand falls in Na Yue, you can hear the fish playing at the bottom of the pool. Through the heavy yellow sand, a long and sad song comes to us.

My growth is like the decline of Lop Nur. I grew up year by year, while Lop Nur became smaller year by year. Finally, now, Fairy Lake has passed away, and this great natural genius has been quietly erased in a hundred years.

When I was a child, the moon reflected Lop Nur, the blue shadow was phosphorescent, and people danced by the lake. Now, everything is gone.

If I hadn't witnessed the vicissitudes of life with my own eyes, I would have heard the sigh of a thousand years of hate. I can't believe it-Fairy Lake has passed away, only the yellow sand is boundless, breaking the sky and covering the buried Loulan with a layer of yellow gravel.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. Lop Nur is accompanied every day for more than a hundred years. Over the past hundred years, I have witnessed the vicissitudes of Lop Nur. Wonderland Lop Nur really can't come back? Good memories. Ho ho, look! This is where I live. It's called Lop Nur. I have always been proud to live in this fairyland. The blue sky is like an oil painting above our heads; Soft white clouds stick to a piece of blue like cotton; Birds are hovering in the sky; Continuous grasslands are spread on the earth like forest satin; Colorful flowers are dotted like stars; Herds of cattle and horses shuttled between heaven and earth like arrows. Every day in my spare time, my friends and I always like to lie on the grassland, enjoy the soft touch, look up at the sky, or play with cows and horses, and sometimes we can go to the stream to play! The stream is clear and cool, jumping in our hands, not to mention how refreshing it is. We say that such a day will always be happy. The process of heartache I grew up in the days when the stream was flowing. "Boom-"Oh, how can it disturb people's dreams in the morning? I rubbed my eyes and went outside, huh? What's that big and noisy guy? Who are those people? I asked my elders, and they said that the Tarim River was going to be diverted. There were many residents on both sides of the Tarim River, and reservoirs were being built to pump water. I was very surprised: "What should I do if I divert water and drain the Tarim River?" . "Ha ha!" The elder smiled and said, "Don't worry, young man, the Tarim River can't be pumped out." The rumbling sound has accompanied me for countless days and nights. Every day, I watch the water in the Tarim River being pumped away in large quantities. Every time the pump rings, it hits my heart like a whip. My heart hurts. The cruel reality has passed for more than twenty years. I have long been used to that kind of roar, but I have found a cruel reality. We residents living in Lop Nur can go directly to Lop Nur or Tarim River to get water, but every time we get water, I always find that there seems to be a little less water in Lop Nur. I told myself it was an illusion. Yes, the Tarim River will not be drained. But some young people said that those guys outside said that the Tarim River was several hundred kilometers shorter and Lop Nur became smaller. Walking into Populus euphratica forest, I still remember playing here when I was a child. Populus euphratica stands upright. Now the Populus euphratica is folded up and gently pushed. I know why. When I came to Lop Nur for the last time, I was surprised to find that the water had disappeared and Lop Nur had dried up. I remember there was water last time, but now it's gone. Is the Tarim River really dry? Lop Nur is really no longer an oasis of life? In front of the yellow sand didn't speak. Grief and indignation in a blink of an eye, I was a white-haired old man, watching Lop Nur become a deserted desert. Stupid humans, you are destroying your homes with your own hands! Why do you ask the Tarim River for water so greedily? You personally buried a fairyland! Why destroy the oasis? You killed Lop Nur. Do you want to drag other places into misery? Without you, there wouldn't be so many tragedies. Man, stop it, it's too late to regret it! Stop destroying the ecology and build a beautiful environment for yourself! Postscript: Lop Nur really can't live any more, and many of us will move out. When I left, I looked at the long yellow sand and remembered the happy scene before. "How beautiful!" I said. A young man beside me looked at me strangely. Hehe, young man, if you can go back in time, you will see herds of cattle and horses, surrounded by green forests and clear rivers. ...

The Centennial Vicissitudes of Lop Nur —— Memories of Centennial Old People

With a flick of a finger, a century passed in a hurry. Once again, standing on the hot land of Lop Nur, the innocence of childhood, the regret of youth and the cry of regret of middle age haunt my mind like a dream.

Wonderland is fascinating. Lop Nur, an oasis, is full of warmth, mystery, people's yearning and people's praise. The existence of Lop Nur is also true and illusory, and it is indeed a fairyland on earth. Look: the blue sky is like an oil painting above our heads; Soft white clouds stick to a piece of blue like cotton; Birds are hovering in the sky; Continuous grasslands are spread on the earth like forest satin; Colorful flowers are dotted like stars; Herds of cattle and horses shuttled between heaven and earth like arrows. Listen: Qingxi gurgles, and the Emerald Fairy Lake is sometimes as calm as a mirror, and sometimes it is rough. Wild ducks, cranes and many beautiful birds whose names are unknown are accompanied by beautiful music.

Lop Nur is as beautiful as a fairyland. I witnessed it.

My childhood was pure, and I was lucky to live in Lop Nur. Lop Nur once gave me joy and pleasure, and gave me soul and thought. With the passage of time, people's life expectancy is also changing, but this change is not getting better, but getting worse. From 1925 to 1927, the Kuomintang ordered a diversion, which changed the diversion beyond recognition. The water in Lop Nur is greatly reduced, and the lake is no longer as shiny and clear as before. In the morning, the birds are not happy, but sad. There are no bees collecting honey and no butterflies dancing here. In the evening, there is no haze on the water, and the afterglow of the sunset is no longer soft. The sun seems to be more violent, and this "fairyland" is almost swallowed up.

The golden wheat wave disappeared and was replaced by the same golden dry desert. There is not a drop of water, the clear sky becomes cloudy, and the shape of clouds no longer has a taste, because those things have become gloomy and dim. The hills are like the horrible high walls of the prison, and the dead Populus euphratica is like a skinny hand sticking out of the prison bars. These innocent prisoners will be executed by guilty people. They were thirsty and could not shout, so they had to stretch their hands high into the sky with their last strength. Even if their bodies are dry, cold and hard, they will accuse God of crimes against humanity.

I also witnessed the disappearance of Lop Nur.

In a blink of an eye, I was a white-haired old man, and I watched Lop Nur become a deserted desert. Stupid humans, you are destroying your homes with your own hands! Why do you ask the Tarim River for water so greedily? You personally buried a fairyland! Why destroy the oasis? You killed Lop Nur. Do you want to drag other places into misery? How could there be so many tragedies without you? Man, stop it, it's too late to regret it! Stop destroying the ecology and build a beautiful environment for yourself!

Time passed in the blink of an eye.

Lop Nur is accompanied every day for more than a hundred years. Over the past hundred years, I have witnessed the vicissitudes of Lop Nur. Wonderland Lop Nur really can't come back?

Happy memories

Ho ho, look! This is where I live. It's called Lop Nur. I have always been proud to live in this fairyland.

The blue sky is like an oil painting above our heads; Soft white clouds stick to a piece of blue like cotton; Birds are hovering in the sky; Continuous grasslands are spread on the earth like forest satin; Colorful flowers are dotted like stars; Herds of cattle and horses shuttled between heaven and earth like arrows.

Every day in my spare time, my friends and I always like to lie on the grassland, enjoy the soft touch, look up at the sky, or play with cows and horses, and sometimes we can go to the stream to play! The stream is clear and cool, jumping in our hands, not to mention how refreshing it is. We say that such a day will always be happy.

The process of heartache

I grew up in the days when streams flowed.

"Boom-"Oh, how can you disturb people's dreams early in the morning? I rubbed my eyes and went outside, huh? What's that big and noisy guy? Who are those people? I asked my elders, and they said that the Tarim River was going to be diverted. There were many residents on both sides of the Tarim River, and reservoirs were being built to pump water. I was very surprised: "What should I do if I divert water and drain the Tarim River?" . "Ha ha!" The elder smiled and said, "Don't worry, young man, the Tarim River can't be pumped out."

The rumbling sound has accompanied me for countless days and nights. Every day, I watch the water in the Tarim River being pumped away in large quantities. Every time the pump rings, it hits my heart like a whip. My heart hurts.

Cruel reality

More than 20 years have passed, and I have long been used to that kind of roar, but I have found a cruel reality. We residents living in Lop Nur can go directly to Lop Nur or Tarim River to get water, but every time we get water, I always find that there seems to be a little less water in Lop Nur. I told myself it was an illusion. Yes, the Tarim River will not be drained. But some young people said that those guys outside said that the Tarim River was several hundred kilometers shorter and Lop Nur became smaller.

Walking into Populus euphratica forest, I still remember playing here when I was a child. Populus euphratica stands upright. Now the Populus euphratica is folded up and gently pushed. I know why.

When I came to Lop Nur for the last time, I was surprised to find that the water had disappeared and Lop Nur had dried up. I remember there was water last time, but now it's gone. Is the Tarim River really dry? Lop Nur is really no longer an oasis of life? In front of the yellow sand didn't speak.

A sad complaint

In a blink of an eye, I was a white-haired old man, and I watched Lop Nur become a deserted desert. Stupid humans, you are destroying your homes with your own hands! Why do you ask the Tarim River for water so greedily? You personally buried a fairyland! Why destroy the oasis? You killed Lop Nur. Do you want to drag other places into misery? Without you, there would not be so many tragedies! ? Man, stop it, it's too late to regret it! Stop destroying the ecology and build a beautiful environment for yourself!

Time passed in the blink of an eye.

Lop Nur is accompanied every day for more than a hundred years. Over the past hundred years, I have witnessed the vicissitudes of Lop Nur. Wonderland Lop Nur really can't come back?

Happy memories

Ho ho, look! This is where I live. It's called Lop Nur. I have always been proud to live in this fairyland.

The blue sky is like an oil painting above our heads; Soft white clouds stick to a piece of blue like cotton; Birds are hovering in the sky; Continuous grasslands are spread on the earth like forest satin; Colorful flowers are dotted like stars; Herds of cattle and horses shuttled between heaven and earth like arrows.

Every day in my spare time, my friends and I always like to lie on the grassland, enjoy the soft touch, look up at the sky, or play with cows and horses, and sometimes we can go to the stream to play! The stream is clear and cool, jumping in our hands, not to mention how refreshing it is. We say that such a day will always be happy.

The process of heartache

I grew up in the days when streams flowed.

"Boom-"Oh, how can you disturb people's dreams early in the morning? I rubbed my eyes and went outside, huh? What's that big and noisy guy? Who are those people? I asked my elders, and they said that the Tarim River was going to be diverted. There were many residents on both sides of the Tarim River, and reservoirs were being built to pump water. I was very surprised: "What should I do if I divert water and drain the Tarim River?" . "Ha ha!" The elder smiled and said, "Don't worry, young man, the Tarim River can't be pumped out."

The rumbling sound has accompanied me for countless days and nights. Every day, I watch the water in the Tarim River being pumped away in large quantities. Every time the pump rings, it hits my heart like a whip. My heart hurts.

Cruel reality

More than 20 years have passed, and I have long been used to that kind of roar, but I have found a cruel reality. We residents living in Lop Nur can go directly to Lop Nur or Tarim River to get water, but every time we get water, I always find that there seems to be a little less water in Lop Nur. I told myself it was an illusion. Yes, the Tarim River will not be drained. But some young people said that those guys outside said that the Tarim River was several hundred kilometers shorter and Lop Nur became smaller.

Walking into Populus euphratica forest, I still remember playing here when I was a child. Populus euphratica stands upright. Now the Populus euphratica is folded up and gently pushed. I know why.

When I came to Lop Nur for the last time, I was surprised to find that the water had disappeared and Lop Nur had dried up. I remember there was water last time, but now it's gone. Is the Tarim River really dry? Lop Nur is really no longer an oasis of life? In front of the yellow sand didn't speak.

A sad complaint

In a blink of an eye, I was a white-haired old man, and I watched Lop Nur become a deserted desert. Stupid humans, you are destroying your homes with your own hands! Why do you ask the Tarim River for water so greedily? You personally buried a fairyland! Why destroy the oasis? You killed Lop Nur. Do you want to drag other places into misery? Without you, there would not be so many tragedies! ? Man, stop it, it's too late to regret it! Stop destroying the ecology and build a beautiful environment for yourself!

I often hear people shouting: sandstorm, how long can you let me live? I often hear people complain: how much do you want me to endure the drought? I think we should really shout: save mankind. I remember there was such a public service advertisement: Please save water, or the last drop of water we see will be our tears. Please take out your pens and write a slogan to do your bit for environmental protection.

(1) I am the same age as Lop Nur, and I am * * * one hundred years old. (2) My growing history is the rough history of Lop Nur. (3) From birth to 20 years old (When you discover Hu Xian from Sven Hedin, your imagination should be rich, personalized and emotional. (4)20 to 60 years old (excluding the hazards of two diversions and "four blindness"), focusing on human damage to Lop Nur. (5) From the age of 60 to the age of ~lOO (Deducing my youth and the beautiful memories of youth, the world I found back, the hometown scenery I miss, care about and dream about. Expand the association and ask God to give me another hundred years. In the last century, Lop Nur raised me, and in the next century, I will repay Lop Nur. )