Follow Boss Liu to his old employer Bayingou.
For him, there is a memory that belongs to him. As in this mountain, there are my memories. Such memories, no matter how far they go, will recall the moments.
Thousands of people, thousands of things.
However, every bit of memory is hidden in my heart.
The time is just sunset. Looking at the wheat fields and the river, each has its own charm in the afterglow. And the words suddenly rang in my ear:
"We always say that life is too boring, but we have never pursued excellence."
As I wrote this scene according to the little scenery:
The setting sun sprinkles the afterglow on the world
Infused with the warmth of the world of mortals
Turn around and look at the fish in the water
Shake the tail and leave a dance that belongs to poetry
The wheat fields match the setting sun, just golden. It was on the way at that time, and it was inconvenient to park because of the flying dust.
Against the light, I took a casual shot, but I didn't know it was a glance.
At that moment, I realized that there is such beauty in this world. But in the rush of fleeting time, we have never seen it well, which is a bit of wonderful attachment.
Looking at the river against the setting sun.
The broad and marginal river sprinkles its brightness on the sunset between heaven and earth.
I recorded a small video and posted it to my friends. My aunt said, "It's very sad."
Sunset, afterglow and emptiness.
There may be someone fishing by the river, but it has nothing to do with me.
What does it have to do with us?
In the final analysis, even in the noisy world, you are just a person.
A unique person.
Before leaving, three or four bowls of horse milk went into my stomach, but there was no vertigo.
It is also like when I was alone at home in high school, I cooked myself and drank with the empty world alone.
Only, there is no longer the vertigo of the past and the frivolity of the past.
This time, the four people walked together, watching the sunset fade away, and it was time to return.
The world without sunset is like the world without women.
There is always a little less charm.
It can also be said that there is no fragrance or temptation.
Whether it is the lack of the ravines of desire, the exuberance of lust, and the sweet panting between the ears and temples, these short pleasures will sink into the mountains and rivers like the setting sun. And what belongs to us is the darkness that is about to end and the foreseeable dawn of the future.
After returning, Boss Liu looked at his good friend, and it was only between three or two rude words that he found that he had a deep friendship.
Why is it so clear in this mortal world?
This is the general sunset, and this is the wheat field to watch the river. At this moment, the day and the earth together with the body, just be carefree.
If it is to catch the fish jumping out of the river again, pour three or two glasses of wine, drink the long wind and sing, gather the mountain language and laugh, and then write "carefree".
About "Bayingou"
"Bayingou" is located in Nilke County, Ili Prefecture, Xinjiang. It extends eastward along Provincial Highway 315 in Nilke County, arrives at Wulashtai Town, and then goes westward along County Highway 779 through Wulashtai Town.
I guess "Bayingou" is a local transliteration. I can't find it on the map. It's a small village. But I can see it on the road sign.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that the wide river is said to have local carp, grass carp, etc., as well as local "mountain fish", which are said to taste very good. Unfortunately, we can't discuss with Brother Yu to let them come to the pot by themselves.
