This is the mountain and river that came out. There is only a weak scholar. Under the scorching sun, the yellow sand is rolling and studying patiently, and then painting on a few pieces of manuscript paper. A dream-seeking road that shuttles through 9.6 million square kilometers is spread out here. Each of us should walk on it, because there is a road of China pulse. Who doesn't know the ancient railway pass in Huangsha Tao Tao? Who doesn't know that the flying of Mogao Grottoes and Dujiangyan tirelessly nourishes the people of Sichuan? Who didn't silently build these monuments in their hearts, and remembered and looked forward to them with a few ancient poems that they knew well in their childhood? But when we arrived in a hurry with the bustling tour group, our dream came true, and all our images and yearning were gone. The yellow sand on the railway really hurts my face. The magnificent oil paintings of Mogao Grottoes and the project of Dujiangyan Wei Jun have only become our constant reliance on praising the immortality of ancient working people. When we are tired and tired, bring back some souvenirs. When people mention someone, you can finally exclaim proudly: "Ah, I have been to that place, not bad!" " Really, have you been there? Looking back for 500 times in exchange for passing by once in this life, is your refusal the same as looking back for 500 times in my dream? Looking back now, I see flying skirts flying in the sky, ice directing people to come and go, or looking back 500 times in this dream, just for this hurried time, when the monument becomes a scenic spot, it no longer becomes a "monument" ... but there is a scholar. He was not buried by the noisy noise, nor did he look for anything at the souvenir stand. The scenery in his eyes seems to be not "a specimen that has existed for thousands of years and died for thousands of years, but a life that has lived for thousands of years, a life that has been alive, with unobstructed blood vessels and stopped breathing". Culture overlaps and extends here, and he sees the ancients and thinks of new people ... The magnificence of mountains and rivers lies not only in the superficial glitz, but in its accumulation. Seeing the Wang Teng Pavilion, we seem to see Wang Bo's passionate poems on it; Seeing the sunshine, it seems that you can see the horseshoe for thousands of years. Soldiers are loyal to the country and defend the grandeur of the frontier; Seeing the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a scene of drizzle came to mind. Xu Xian is in the same boat with the legend of the White Snake, and there are many merchant ships in Shen Wansan ... Even when I came to Huaguoshan, which I have been to many times, I seemed to see Wu Cheng'en exclaim at the waterfall after traveling all over Qian Shan, and I saw the inspiration of monkeys playing for a moment. He was writing blankly when the splash from the waterfall wet his roll of ordinary paper. Since then, an omnipotent the Monkey King has officially moved into this curtain waterfall. This cave is water curtain cave, this mountain, Guo Huashan, this monkey, and the Monkey King ... When we come to places of interest, let's calm our uneasy hearts! I remember thousands of years ago, the ancients looked at this land with black eyes like ours.