Desert Dreaming

last night, had a dream. Dream, I returned to the Gobi desert. How is that a ray of view! Misty loess, the vast expanse of gravel varies, cold desolate ......


near, open clusters of red flowers in sparsifolia, towering stands of the Millennium Yi Keke Populus. .....
distance, phone-in processes, a dense mass like a cloud of dust, if you faint to impinge upon ......
rolling south Tianshan, deep in the desert north ...... wake up the vast desert expanse is still a dash of winter in the southern green rush. But I do not know why, I was moved to tears down ...... Yes ah, left Xinjiang for almost 2 years! 9 years in Xinjiang, the day the face of the vast desert lie the expansive, but dreaming of flowers in the south, but I love the troops there; now a dream come true all the time, in the quiet of the night, I suddenly woke up: I really hate that so forceful desolate desert it? Why is not there in my dreams sparkling south of Yangtze River, but reaching the sky, the Gobi desert? And that neat rows of armored vehicles queue and my beloved;
Why do not I dreamed of butterflies swirling in the pink flower, but the ruins of the ancient Great Wall and arm after wind and rain erosion for hundreds of years still Kazakhstan is the Kizil beacon stands?
why I dreamed of a busy street is not the luxury to, but deep in the Gobi Kuji Railway dim candlelight flickering fork?
I finally understand: no matter what I drift to a station in life, no matter how long it will stay away from home, the Gobi Desert has always been my dreams of a place. , the people insomnia, general hair Zhengfu tears!
two years ago, when I reluctantly took off the badge, and brought flowers and badges. The eve of his departure, also boarded the guard towers, over and over again touched with my 8 years gangqiang, went to the garage looked at infantry combat vehicles, my beloved, think we should leave with them in mind as the last dance was actually points. Always remember December 6, 2006 that morning, the trumpets, and his comrades we treasure each channel, inadvertently, was moved to tears has been down. Days and it began to snow, Durian, so passionate, so touching, and seems to retain the journey home to us. Some of his comrades on board the two Red Eye, Big Duo Momo silent. Zhao Bin send our instructor is dimly through tears, his efforts to restrain his excitement at the proposal, This rugged majestic voice echoed in the snow in the Gobi Desert, whom our hearts are also vibrating, as if back to the past ... ...
Two years later, went to veterans demobilized, that comrades still remain at their posts right? The desert is still a piece of ice and snow at this time, right?
walking slowly on the way home, in front of the warm winter colors, added to my comrades in arms and military camps of thoughts. Olive green barracks, linear increase box life, the training ground Longtenghuyue the veteran, the deep homesickness full moon, the vast snowy search hunt, talk under poplar trees, for the first time the solemn military parade ... ... the mighty all, this life can forget it?
night, I turned over the past alone, diaries and photos, past emotions, a time and relive it again. Lying in bed, Lu You, Trance, I joined the ranks of olive green ... ...