I woke up suddenly, only to know that it was a dream, but the voice of playing overtime sounded in my ear, which was terrible. The bamboo slips on the case were spread out at will, and a line of fine print written in thick ink came to my eyes: "Yu Zhe, Ye Tao; Column, build heaven and earth; Extremely, respect saints; Operator, the soul will "bamboo slips rolled up again, I smiled and shook my head. However, I am a little annoyed. I opened the bamboo curtain and looked at the sky: a purple cloud, like a dragon, traveled thousands of miles in the sky.
"Order the guards to clean the streets of the city, sprinkle incense and ashes, and inform me immediately when someone rides a green cow!" As the first ray of sunshine shone on the mouth of Hangu Pass, I couldn't wait to give this order, but as soon as it was spoken, it was scattered in the strong wind of Seti and crushed by yellow sand.
Over time, the copper wind chimes on the eaves gave off some ethereal' sounds that don't belong to the desert' with the wind, and slowly dissipated at the junction of light and darkness. The sun is setting in the west, and there is still no one riding a green cow. I sighed softly, and the wind suddenly blew up the yellow sand outside the Great Wall, and the sculpture eroded the ancient city wall and the boundless sunshine. In the mottled and broken sunshine, in the east, in the far east, an old man rode a green cow backwards, surrounded by purple.
At night, a few clouds are wrapped in the bright moon, and the moonlight shines on the old man through the window lattice. The old man's white hair and beard are almost mixed with the white robe, like a jade carving in the moonlight. I sat respectfully, facing the old man and saying nothing.
Time goes by little by little. It's already midnight, a few clouds are wrapped in the bright moon, and the moonlight is still pouring on the old man through the window lattice. The old man is still sitting there, but my heart is a little panicked. I leaned slightly and opened my mouth, but my voice was hoarse and I couldn't make any noise. I had to continue to sit respectfully and face the old man without saying a word.
At night, it was still silent and the moonlight was getting brighter and brighter. I couldn't resist the sleepy feeling like a strong wind blowing from the Great Wall, and I hung my head slightly and woke up suddenly. I looked up and touched the old man's sharp and soft eyes, as deep and clear as returning to the market. Attracted by a force, I stared straight at those eyes, full and empty; Light and darkness, I see square, but there are no edges and corners; I see white, but there are flaws. I see a valley, and I don't know where it leads. At the end of the valley is endless darkness. Something is calling me. In the endless darkness ... I opened my eyes, but I don't remember anything.
A few clouds are wrapped in the bright moon, and the moonlight shines on the old man through the window lattice. The old man's white hair and beard are almost mixed with the white robe and look like a jade carving in the moonlight. The old man's eyes were closed, and after a pause, I sat respectfully, facing the old man and saying nothing.
As the night deepened, the old man still sat motionless, as if he had really turned into a jade carving. I left the room quietly, afraid of any big alarm, as if the jade carving would break at any time. I went back to the study, solemnly spread out the bamboo slips on the case, dipped them in thick ink with a brush, and wrote a line of fine print: "A mirror, a heart; Finish, eat also; Kettle, too; The promoter, things also; Medicine, miscellaneous treatment. " Putting down the pen, I feel a little uneasy. I lifted the bamboo curtain and looked down. The green cow is leisurely drinking the water mixed with sand in the cow trough. I suddenly remembered something and ran to the old man's room.
"What did you see that day?" The old man rode a green cow, eyes closed, light asked.
"It's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't say it."
The old man stopped talking and rode the green cow with his eyes closed. I have to walk slowly behind respectfully.
It's been half a month since I went through customs with the old man. All we can do is to seize the time and repeat this conversation every day. There is a large yellow sand in front. The old man always shakes his head whenever I ask him where he is going. Through the yellow sand all over the sky, I saw the mottled and broken boundless sunshine, and some ethereal sounds that did not belong to the desert came from my ears, slowly dissipating at the junction of light and darkness.
Whispering in nothingness, like a gentle voice, was blown away by Seti's strong wind and crushed by yellow sand. I was a little sad, but the old man smiled.
We walk in the wilderness, and every step we take, our footprints are erased by the wind and sand. I walk in disappearance, endless disappearance, born in disappearance. A light stung my eyes. Between light and shadow, I looked at the distance. It is a piece of Ziyun, like a dragon walking in the sky, thousands of miles away.