Ma Bu Sheng 丨 Voice of Jedi

A dusk in late autumn seven years ago, I was sitting on the camp of the ancient Great Wall at the junction of Shaanxi and Gansu, looking at the sunset on the hillside on the hillside, listening to the string of silk like a song. The cry of crying, the dry eyes that were tortured by the wind and sand for half a month, were full of tears. During the seven years, I traveled to many beautiful and barren places with the words without tone. I heard many music dumping of many people in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries, but they can always shock my soul to enter my blood bone marrow marrow. It is still this wordless singing. Every time I get to a new friend, when I am in the case, I have to talk about the experience and feelings of that day without exception. Every time, the tone, vocabulary, emotions, and even the facts itself describes the facts itself. But every time I move myself, I can't extricate myself, and often makes the other party tears. So in this way, I think I tried to make my mind get close to that dusk and restore the feelings of that dusk. dream? However, whenever the singing of the singing echoed the madness of the soul, I still made my heart, that is, the poet Haizi's wishful wish: the happy lightning told me, I will tell everyone!

That fall, I embarked on the journey of the Great Wall with the instructor. Entering Shaanxi, Gansu -Ningmang Mongolia, my heart was strongly shocked all day. What kind of land is that, the large gap is horizontal, the small ditch is staggered, and there is a ditch in the ditch. The widely opened loess plateau was cut into the loess forest by the flood. We carry the inspection tools and the relics used by the collected Qin and Han dwellings, and trek all day in this endless loess maze. The wind of the late autumn walked into the valley, and the dry loess cliff surface was screaming like a cicada. In this typical loessing terrain, the only signs are the Great Wall. Looking at it carefully, there is a looming and looming of the ridge of about two or three meters high. When the Great Wall in this area was built, the natural terrain made full use of the natural terrain, which was set up due to high danger, and was stunned by danger and stuffing. For thousands of years, because of the floods The gully is mostly a juvenile ditch. The Great Wall in some sections is hung on the cliffs of tens of meters or even 100 meters, making the remaining first -line soil barriers that look particularly magnificent.

Those who can't see the present in the current place can not be seen all day. Only the remains of the Qin and Han dwelling can be communicated with us. The unimpeded wind is in the ancient inspiration, and the body and mind are injected into our body and mind. Use remnants of tiles, rammed soil layers, ashes, sewing city barriers, crushed white bones, and sporadic arrows. The heart of the heart of the Han Dynasty and the heart of the Republic, the appearance of the dead times revealed one by one. That day, we marched to the camp beam. In the slightly morning light, everything that can be seen clearly can be clearly seen. This is a castle of the soldiers, which is high in the sound of the crowds. No matter from which direction, this is a mountain with a river, looking down at the surroundings. Standing on the ditch, it seems that you can take a big step to stand on the camp beam. It is expected that when we got off the ditch, we were immediately drowned in the loess forest. In order to cross the woolen gap that is rushed out of the flood, it also has to go around and eight, and it has been difficult and exhausting. In the natural and light pranks, people are so weak. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, we walked around the feet of the camp beam. Looking back, I couldn't help taking a few bites of air -conditioning. Between the gaps and the group, a mountain peak like a steamed bun. The mountains on the top of the mountain, the steep hillside even has no sheep intestine trail, only a little decaying grass is stunned in the wind. I did n’t see the figures a day, all the food had only one dried steamed bun and half a pot of cold water. You must rush through the barracks of the Camp Panliang to find the people who stay at the host. The instructor and I started to climb the mountain. I carry dozens of pounds of specimens. The instructor took the inspection tool to find a way in the way, and to find a place in the steep cliff. I dare to say that my footprints, this life and even forever, will never have a second footprint overlap, it should be relieved, the supplementary force, a steamed bun, this hand is passed into the hand, and only the buns are left on the steamed buns. Several vague dental marks, half a pot of cold water, you drink me and drink, still grunt. This is the life of our apprentices!

Finally, climbed to the top of the mountain. Huang Jian's sun has stood on a loess pillar, ready to jump down at any time, putting the mountains and rivers in the endless darkness. The wind on the top of the mountain is very powerful. It seems that this is still a besieged camp. The wind shocks from the cliffs on all sides to the top of the mountain. Taking advantage of the sky, we immediately raised the telescope to observe the surroundings, taking pictures, collecting relics, drawing, and recording. This is a huge city barrier. The heads of the city are all available on attack and living facilities. We stood on the city wall and looked for the way to continue. At this time, a scene grabbed me firmly.

There is another big gap in front of it. The setting sun still drifted on that slope. At a glance, the slopes on the edge were broken and steep. There is a flat land, with only one flat on the ditch slope. What kind of flat land is, the slope extends towards the bottom of the ditch, and suddenly cuts off by the floods rushed out of the ditch, and a dangerous cliffs up to 100 meters in front of them. Cut it down, each forming a dangerous cliff, leaving only two acres of flat land in the middle, hanging on the three steep cliffs, the remaining side is like a thin rope tied to the mountain. Not far from the platform, there are two mountain trees, there are several holes of earth kiln caves, a group of chickens, a big black dog, several pigs, and several big mules are standing or lying under the tree. The hillside is calm, and the hillside land with farming signs is spreading. The platform is crushing crops. A big sister -in -law shot around in the field with a big sister -in -law, holding a rope in one hand, a leather whip at hand, and the leather whip did not pump down, only in the air, occasionally whipped, shook, slappedly slapped With one sound, the sound was spread along the three -faced cliffs, far away, until I couldn't hear any sound, and I felt a sound was far away. The man pulled the mule and turned to the edge of the cliff. My heart jumped up, as long as people or mules took a step ... The man raised his arms, and his whip raised up. Suddenly, the man sang, listened carefully, the song had no words, and there was no unified tune. Only one inner sound rhyme was continuous. If there is a lyrics, there is only the word "grin". Well -—— Well, the singing is like being stunned by the whip, or it is thrown over by the wind. There are boundless loess all over the ground, and the dim sunset floats on the loess, and it looks like the air -dried blood on the died of Qin and Han dying. That song, like love songs, is majestic, as melodious like tragedy. Ancient and modern. According to the terrain, that is the outside of the Great Wall, that is, the object of the Great Wall to defend. The front line of the Great Wall, only one wall, is different even with the nation and even the family. Its remarkable sign is that there is no custom in the inside and outside of the Great Wall of Cold Food Festival. The Great Wall is not only a military defense line, but also a cultural division line, psychological dividing line. This line has surpassed history and ethnic groups. It is a habit and a region conscious. So, is the opposite platform singing the bones and blood of the Qin and Han dwelling or the remains of the Huns? There is only one gap, and there are mountains and rivers, and it is expected to feel unreasonable. I only listened to his sound of the barrier. Well -—— Well, what exactly wants to sigh, what to praise, what is complaining, and what? Did he sing for Qin and Han died or sing for the Huns? Or is it singing for thousands of years of history? Even if he doesn't want to be disdain or express nothing at all? There is no word, no tone, the monotonous and changeable notes are flowing towards the mountain gully along the wind, flowing along the steep cliff all the way, and merging into the wind of the wind sand.

For many years, I have been looking for the words and tones of that song. For this reason, I have flipped through almost all the variety of loess high -elastic folk song volumes that can be found. For this reason, I like to listen to all kinds of music and various voice. Singing songs. Although I still do n’t understand music and do n’t sing, I firmly believe that people ’s minds are connected. As long as there is a song that coincides with that song, I will immediately capture it. Unfortunately The getting farther, I can't even determine whether there is a song in the world, or have I heard that song? Although the song still ran into my ears all the time, the clear notes tapped my soul strongly, which moved me again and again. I believe it is a real singing. How can I be moved and moved by more and more friends who have experienced very different experiences in Tiannan and North?

I can't be sure of it, but I must approach it and capture it.

After a few years, I broke into the Great Desert of Tengger. Unconsciously, there is only one life left in the world. At this time, the setting sun was flat, and the continuous sand dunes were like the golden pillars of the ancient palace, full of my thoughts. Which gold column can be relied on, which palace for me to rest for a long time, and the ground is a desert that missed life. At this time, the song of the song suddenly ran into my atrium, and I wet my lips, and sang the sunset facing Yiyi. Well -——, oh, that sound, the sound from the ancient Great Wall line. I still don't know what I sang that day, but I was sure, that time I captured the notes on the ancient Great Great Wall line exactly.

Only the Jedi can make a singing, singing, will always be the fate of the Jedi. The sound of the Jedi not only conveys the sadness and sorrow, it is the life itself, and each note is full of the connotation of life. It does not express clearly with specific words and adjustments. In a state of speechless and unreasonable, waste words are the display of real life.

(Author: Ma Bu Sheng)

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