Rode King's Road（一）

Winter 2010, I went zooming off. From the south to Beijing, and then follow the footprints of troops on the emperor's horse to the Great Wall, to the Ulan Buh pass.
Been thinking of the endless steppes north of the vast, lonely, desolate, Pathetique. Each time read the classic poem "May Han Guan Qin Shiming, who did not return Long March", "advise you more into a glass of wine, West of Yang Guan reason people" ... ... especially the "Chile Le Song": "Chile Chuan , Yinshan, blue canopy, covers a vast area. green and wild and fog, wind and grass cows and sheep. "an inexplicable desire filled from the bottom of my heart, inspired his own heart.
Dadi settle Beijing Limin, we transit in his home. Beijing's road congestion during the day a lot and we got up early, taking advantage of small cars on the road, the car sat his younger brother set off north along the Chengde expressway.
The more cars to go north, my curiosity is stronger, imagine further north, the scenery more different. Fear of too easy shengjing quietly from under the nose of my cast regret stroll away, subconsciously put the camera in my hand, ready to shoot the monuments may be coming, shengjing. Car then drilled a hole in Miyun, eyes, and immediately ignited the spirit and excitement I could not help break up, which is a gauge on the excitement. The powerful desolation beyond the Great Wall has a large door opened, mountain, north of the mountain, dream in the mountains, I cut straight to see, is not looked, but in its arms. Wu Mengmeng's Qian Feng Wan Ling Chung pressure over the assassination to assassination and suddenly flashed windows, I am a little choked. Those strange mountains, steep cliffs, tilted waves, suddenly wavering scattered, suddenly and mix cohesion. The morning fog in the mountains as the sun at low tide the flood, layers of tumbling down a road Chung, guide and support the kind of breathtaking majestic momentum, what I am so small. I truly feel small. I just want desperately to join in, to become a ray of that light wave of light, it becomes a pillar of rock in the mountains. I can not help heart tan: this life but find the trip north, it appears that will be fulfilled with the reality.