Cat Gu Notes

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It's like a series of dramas, in Kyushu and overseas, there must be someone singing "sandalwood lips and rouge", and someone singing "army and horses, dust and smoke faint".

Xia Mingruo also went away full of desolation, and even felt like traveling thousands of miles to the funeral, not only for Teacher Qian Khan, but also for himself.

The small military plane made in the Soviet Union bumped and tossed, encountered air currents and thunderstorms, Xia Mingruo wished he could spit out bile.Chu Haiyang tugged on the safety belt and swayed here and there. Xia Mingruo closed his eyes and murmured that he wanted to explain the funeral: "...I will be buried with my father. I have Wang Guodong to help us look at the grave and ask him not to put a knife on our grave. thing……"

Chu Haiyang was trying his best to hold back his vomiting, when Xia Mingruo called him, "Hey, Haiyang."

"What? If you fart, let it go!"

Xia Mingruo said: "Old Qian has no hope, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Chu Haiyang said, "There are so many people looking for it, so don't fucking talk to me!"

"Stop coaxing me," Xia Mingruo said with a pale face, "today is the fourth day. Lao Qian always used me as an analogy in class, saying that I can only live for one day in the desert without water. Miss Xia Mingruo, who claims to be immortal You can only live for one day, let alone old money?"

He sighed: "What should I do?"

"Don't talk to me..." Chu Haiyang picked up the big bucket and finally vomited like a jet. Xia Mingruo said, "When you vomit like this, I'm going to vomit again!"

As soon as he stood up covering his mouth, he heard commotion in the cab. After a while, an air force soldier lifted the curtain and said, "Whose cat? Ah?"

Xia Mingruo immediately got under the seat, Chu Haiyang wiped his mouth after vomiting, and buried himself in the map.

"Whose one?" The little soldier's voice was quite loud, and he held Lao Huang and waited for a while, "No one recognizes it? No one recognizes me. I'm tied up! I'm really tied up!"

Down there was still silence.

"Hey! That's weird! Did it come out of nowhere?" said the little soldier, "Then I'm chained to the toilet!"

Xia Mingruo scolded in a low voice: "Worthless!"

The little soldier said: "I don't know who is so wicked to let a cat out. You can't catch it. Look at my face being scratched! Let me emphasize again! Comrades intellectuals, this is an airplane, not a tractor. Discipline! Pay attention to discipline!"

Xia Mingruo waited for him to return to the driver's cab, then sneaked into the toilet to rescue Lao Huang, and praised him: "Good scratching, chaste enough. This is the kind of person who scratches, who moves his hands and feet, what do you think of us."

Old Huang was so sluggish, he fell asleep in a nest in his backpack, Xia Mingruo was still in the mood to make trouble with him at first, but the more he went on, the more silent he became, and when he got off the plane in Lanzhou, he was tearful.

As a result, people said: I found it, oh yeah!In Dunhuang.

When asked how they found it, people said that the staff of the Dunhuang Institute of Cultural Relics went to the Mogao Grottoes to copy the murals in the morning, and found the missing person lying in Cave 275 wrapped in a military coat in the Sixteen Kingdoms period.

How did you go back to Dunhuang?

He replied: When a few people were wandering, they met a truck convoy of the Construction Corps, and as soon as their brains got hot, they ran away.

The rescue team looked at each other for a while, and Lanzhou didn't wait any longer. They picked up their bedding and jumped on the plane to rush to Dunhuang.Changing a car in the county seat, along the way, the wasteland is vast, the night sea is vast, there are a few cold stars above the head, and the wind knife is piercing in all directions. When the truck enters a dark canyon, someone says: "It's almost here."

The Dunhuang Institute had already received the news, and they were waiting at the intersection with flashlights and oil lamps, and Qian Khan was among them.The tall and strong man was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and ran forward with open arms: "Comrades! Comrades! My good friends!"

The rescue team also jumped out of the car scramblingly, took off their rubber shoes in unison, and slapped the man's head fiercely.

"Qian has a big beard! Why didn't you die in the desert?"

"Fucking beard! You fucking!"

"I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"

"..."

Qian Dabeard was beaten all over the ground, and begged for forgiveness: "I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Xia Mingruo said: "Bah!"

Only then did Qian Dabeard discover him, his eyes became moist: "Xia Mingruo!"

Xia Mingruo said coldly: "Master."

Qian Dabeard said: "I miss you so much!"

Xia Mingruo patted the ashes on his clothes: "Forgive me, I'm wearing armor, so I can't give you a full salute."

The bearded Qian rushed up to hug him and Chu Haiyang, Chu Haiyang said, "Mr. Qian, let go, it's too nasty."

Qian Dahuzi snorted loudly: "You Han people are like this, hypocritical!"

The comrades at the Dunhuang Institute smiled and smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, just meet up. It's getting late, everyone, go back to sleep, and you have to catch up with the scientific expedition team tomorrow morning."

Several dormitories were built next to the Mogao Grottoes where the Dunhuang cultural relics are located as the residence of the staff.The environment is of course crude, and the conditions are very difficult, especially the problem of drinking water.The water in Mogao Grottoes is brought from the Dangquan River. It is salty and bitter, and the entrance is extremely astringent. It is said that when you first drink it, you will have diarrhea for a few days.But sleeping in this kind of room, you can really feel the hardships, heroism and desolation of the Western Regions.

The people in Beijing slept in a dormitory. Everyone was in a good mood, chatting and laughing, and discussed the rescue team to return to Beijing in two days.

Some people softly commented that Qian Dabeard was a good man, a real man, tough-headed, who paraded through the streets during the "Cultural Revolution", was tied up in the interrogation room by the rebels for three days and three nights, and was not allowed to sleep, but he didn't say a word against his will.

Xia Mingruo tilted his head and listened with a smile, and suddenly noticed that Qian Dazi was always looking outside the door, so he asked him: "Teacher, what are you looking at?"

Qian Dabeard said: "My guide, they went to Crescent Lake, why haven't they come back?"

"Guide?"

"Hey, the local people I met on the way are also ethnic minorities. The two of them have never been out of Xinjiang, but they can speak Mandarin pretty well." The bearded man widened his eyes and laughed, "Okay! I'm back!"

He ran out and shouted, "Hey—! Friend—! Friend—!"

Someone in the field replied: "Hey! Here we come!"

As soon as Xia Mingruo heard the voice, he immediately got out of bed and stood behind the bearded man.

Chu Haiyang who was sleeping was stepped on his belly by him, and woke up screaming: "Don't believe it, one day I will kill you!"

Xia Mingruo turned around and said, "Shhh—"

"Good friend!" The bearded man smiled boldly, "Come on! Have a sip of wine!"

Those two people gradually approached, gradually approached, they couldn't get any closer, they were right in front of them, Xia Mingruo slowly revealed his face from behind the bearded man.The two people froze as if struck by lightning, then turned and fled.Xia Mingruo raised the shotgun, loaded it with a click, and chased after him.

The man who fled in the front shouted as he ran: "Why are you in such a hurry! Why are you in such a hurry!"

"Hehehehe! Okay!" Xia Mingruo gritted his teeth, "I call you a minority! I say you have never been out of Xinjiang! I say you can speak Mandarin!"

The two finally yelled together: "Chu Haiyang—! Haiyang help—!"

Chu Haiyang rushed out from the room and grabbed Xia Mingruo: "Okay, stop making trouble!"

Xia Mingruo laughed angrily at the same time: "Fucking liar!"

The uncle argued far away: "Who lied to you? I'm originally a commoner in Longxi, but it's a pity that my fate is so bad, so I'm sailing in a sea of ​​people!"

Xia Mingruo raised the gun again.

Chu Haiyang dragged him away, stuffed him back under the quilt, sat up on it and pressed him down, and then shouted outside the room: "Okay! Come in!"

The uncle flashed in with lingering fear: "This kid is vicious."

Chu Haiyang smiled and asked, "Have you learned a lot?"

The uncle nodded, leaned over and slapped Xia Mingruo hard on the head: "Give it back to you!"

Not to be outdone, Leopard rolled up his sleeves to take revenge. Xia Mingruo felt the pain, covered his head and pretended to cry.

The bearded monk Zhang Er was puzzled: "What's the matter, Hai Yang? My friends, what's the matter?"

Chu Haiyang waved his hands and laughed and said, "It's okay, I met my relatives. Teacher, let me introduce, this is our uncle. It will be very lively if we have him along the way."

When it comes to the Western Regions and the Silk Road, one has to mention Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian made two missions, one in the second year of Jianyuan (139 BC) of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and the other in the fourth year of Yuanshou (119 BC) of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. According to the historical records, it was "hollowed out", that is, unprecedented. Pioneering move.Later, when the German geographer Richthofen used the concept of "Silk Road" for the first time, he took Zhang Qian's trip to the Western Regions as the beginning of this main route of communication between the East and the West.

Of course, Zhang Qian had a hard time walking, and was imprisoned by the Huns for more than ten years on the way.

The academic circles generally believe that the geographical Silk Road started from Chang'an and ended in Rome. For better understanding, we use Wang Guodong's famous work "I Am a Camel" to illustrate:

Chang'an, the palace muse as light as smoke / You turned me into a lonely camel,

Facing the desert/and/the compassionate Buddha.

Arrows at the frontier.../shoot at me/shoot at me/split me!

My soul is north of the desert / My soul is south of the desert.

When will I see you/Muse?

Is it only by crossing the plateau/reaching the Aegean seaside?

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This epoch-making great poem published in the "Little Star" literary supplement of "People's Police Daily" (the manuscript fee is two yuan and three triangles), well explained the issue of the two routes of the Silk Road, the north and the south.

The northern line starts from Chang'an, goes through the Hexi Corridor to Dunhuang, passes through the Yumen Pass, crosses the desert to Hami, follows the oasis cities of Turpan (Gaochang), Yanqi, Kuqa, Aksu, etc. in the north of the Taklamakan, and then arrives at Kashgar.

The southern line exits from Yumen Pass and follows the oasis in the south of the desert through Milan, Niya, Keriya, Hotan (Khotan) and so on to Kashgar.

After rendezvous, continue westward, cross the Pamir Plateau (Congling), pass through Kazakhstan, Afghanistan