The sun shone like molten iron, and I saw that the world was slowly rotating.
Sanmao's Sahara story
? Don't look. Think she's a mirage? I snapped.
Sanmao's Sahara story
I looked up and there was a lonely wind sobbing on the boundless yellow sand. The sky is vast, majestic and quiet.
It was dusk at that time, and the sunset dyed the desert blood red, which was terrible. The climate near the early winter, in the mood of looking forward to the scorching sun, has become a poetic desolation.
Sanmao's Sahara story
Cold, stabbing me like hundreds of small knives.
Sanmao's Sahara story
The only asphalt road in this wilderness is still being driven back and forth by me day after day. At first glance, it seems dead, lifeless and sad. In fact, it is like a street, a lane, a narrow lane and a stream anywhere in the world, carrying its passers-by and stories, coming and going slowly year after year.
Sanmao's Sahara story
I never dare to take out my camera when I go to a place, and I dare not go near these residents at all. I think this is a very disrespectful move.
Sanmao's Sahara story
A reddish cloud came from nowhere and landed on the beach slowly, and the beach was immediately covered with a layer of sunset glow.
Sanmao's Sahara story
Sanmao, can you do me a favor and shut up?
Jose's Sahara story
I didn't feel any pain at that time. I became a feather and slowly flew out of myself.
Sanmao's Sahara story
Even at the end of the world, there are women who love beauty and children who love food, so I bought many beautiful glass beads and cheap rings. I even bought a bunch of glowing keys, durable fishing lines, sugar, milk powder and candy.
Bringing these things into the desert really makes me feel ashamed to exchange materials for friendship, but I ask myself that all my requirements for them are to bring them closer to me and let me know them. All I want to exchange is their goodwill and friendship. I also like to let them see my love for them because of my gift, and further ask them to accept me as an alien woman like an alien.
Sanmao's Sahara story
The wind suddenly lost its sound, and I gradually could not see anything. I only heard the cries of camels getting louder and louder in the slaughterhouse, and the whole sky gradually filled with the huge echoes of camel cries, which enveloped me like thunder.
Sanmao's Sahara story
Here, the endless ups and downs of sand are the real masters of the earth, and the people living here are just pebbles mixed in the sand.
Sanmao's Sahara story
People are most afraid of knowing their own animals.
Sanmao's Sahara story
A man who was bitten by hatred for 16 years threw his life to death in the most critical time, in exchange for the lives of these Saharan children who he always regarded as enemies. Why? I never thought he would die like this.
Sanmao's Sahara story
The Sahara desert is so beautiful, but life here needs great perseverance to adapt itself!
Sanmao's Sahara story
Thirst and heat bite me like a mad dog.
Sanmao's Sahara story
For those who know how to appreciate, it is priceless, but for those who know how to appreciate, it is worthless.
Sanmao's Sahara story
I know who gave this gift.
We lend countless things to our Saharan neighbors every day in this area, but we get a slave who is too poor to even have his own body.
This touched my heart more than the widow who gave two pence in the Bible story.
Sanmao's Sahara story
While wearing a sweater, I walked to my hometown in Handi, and at the same time fantasized that I was encountering a beautiful story that was impossible to imagine.
Sanmao's Sahara story
I just jumped into the car and it bounced out like a cannonball.
Sanmao's Sahara story
After all, what happened yesterday was not just a nightmare. Every time I wake up, my memory forces me to relive the tragedy that made me scream again and again, just like in front of a running camera.
Sanmao's Sahara story
Where there are people, there is unspeakable anger and interest.
Sanmao's Sahara story
I don't blame this man for hating me, because I hated him first. Cluster hair
Sanmao's Sahara story
? What Shaida can fascinate him is the giving of lust, and this Sharon must interpret Shaida's body as a representative of everything he lacks in his life. What he wants is love, affection, home and warmth. Such a cautious, lonely and young heart, when it encounters a little false feelings, will of course be desperate to seize it?
Sanmao's Sahara story
The long, square concrete house in the slaughterhouse looks like a huge coffin in the dark. It was gently placed on the sand by a giant hand from the sky and projected obliquely on the sand. It was too scary to face up to.
Sanmao's Sahara story
There is no second Sahara in the world, only for those who love it, it presents its beauty and gentleness to you, silently returns your love with its eternal earth and sky, and quietly promises to assure you. I hope your children and grandchildren will be born in its arms.
Sanmao's Sahara story
I only watched it once, but what I can't explain is that homesickness, like memories of past lives, was inexplicably and unreservedly handed over to that strange land.
Sanmao's Sahara story
? This is the first rain in spring. It rained on the mountain, and everyone froze. When the mountain cells are tied, they come down from the mountain and sell them in bundles for rice wine. It is not easy to buy them! ?
Sanmao's Sahara story
Sand is the most helpless thing in the world. You can wander calmly and let the wind stop. The desert accepted them.
It is honest, it is not vain. You don't need to be exquisite, you don't need makeup, you don't need to pay, as long as you are at ease.
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