I watch Populus euphratica in autumn.

Cold dew in first frost, the beginning of late autumn.

The wind is blowing, and in the twilight outside the window, there is the sound of leaves falling. I got up in fear, closed the window and put down the light curtain. Let dusk wander outside the window, walk around, and let it beat the window lattice with the wings of the wind. But my worry makes me feel uncomfortable. After I came back from Populus euphratica, the yellow leaves on the tree hung on the autumn branches of my heart in fear, fearing that the enchanting Populus euphratica in the depths of the desert would lose its beauty because of some trouble. Even in the middle of the night, when the wind blows over the windowsill, I will wake up from my dream and think of that piece of Populus euphratica and that dreamy yellow leaf. Will it tremble now?

The wind blows like a gust of wind. When the sunset glow on the curtain falls off completely and weaves a dense night, you can rest and your inner fear is slowed down. In Qian Qian's world, there are always helpless things! However, this strong wind passes through the vast desert Gobi, and how tragic it is that the vast leaves turn into the sea ... so, it adds a little calm. Maybe at this moment, I can really sit there and enjoy the leaves of Rehmannia with a sad look. Why not do it, and have a view in my heart?

About Populus euphratica, I have always been a legend, a myth and a dream swept by my heart. A few years ago, I watched the TV series "Populus euphratica Woman" and met Populus euphratica. I feel that Populus euphratica seems to be the source of life and a touch of yellow in my heart, so I have this trip to Populus euphratica, but I am vague about the humanistic knowledge and geomorphological environment of the trip. You will know how frustrating it is when you embark on the journey that your heart yearns for.

Let's talk about Qilian Mountain first. This mountain range inclines to the northwest of the map. We set off from the ancient city to the west by car and galloped at the foot of Qilian Mountain. The dark mountain outside the window came towards the window and moved back. At the end of the mountain, the car stopped and the travelers were busy taking photos with Qilian Mountain. On that day, the sun was warm at the foot of the mountain, and there was thin snow on the top of the mountain. We leaned against the Qilian Mountain in the warm sun, and the white snow on the mountain floated lazily overhead like a cloud gauze. ...

At this point, I began to cross thousands of kilometers of grassland, which has now withered and browned. Then I walked on, and it was the vast Gobi Desert. When I first saw the Gobi desert, I was very excited and immediately wrote a paragraph:

Time flies outside the window/we go through the dark tunnel/back to the wild/the grass is getting less and less/the sky is getting bluer and bluer/the village is getting farther and farther away/a few clouds fall/fall in the grass/the sheep graze leisurely/a few clouds fall/fall on the top of Qilian Mountain, and the light snow puts a veil on Qilian Mountain/time still flies outside the window/the blue sky is dizzy and thin clouds are changing patterns/occasionally a village flashes and shepherds appear. The shepherd is like a drop of water/soaked in dry hay/only piles of millet stalks/like a torch/lighting a blazing flame in my heart/heading for the depths of time/I want to see more wildness …

Crossing grasslands and deserts is a survival test. When you can't find a hotel, you stay in the car for six or seven hours, eating bread and drinking mineral water, and the hot sun shines through the window. How should the tourists in the car suffer ... until dusk, the temperature gradually dropped, and the restless heart began to calm down. The sunset outside the window is really charming. There is no sunset, but the sky is dyed red by sunset. People in the car are watching the sunset quietly, and their faces are red. A hard day's work brought this drunken moment, which really felt worthwhile.

After a night, I sailed for Jiayuguan the next morning. In the desert morning, in the misty clouds, the pale sun is rising from the depths of the desert, floating in the center of the sea like an ancient legend and hovering like a cloud. ...

In this way, I crossed the grassland and desert for several days in a row, felt the vast weather and watched the intoxicating sunset in hardship. Finally, at the end of the desert, people began to become dense. In the evening, we arrived at Ejina Banner, a small town on the edge of the desert, where people lived to protect Populus euphratica. Ejina Banner is a beautiful town. We waited for Populus euphratica's family to pick us up under the flashing neon lights. At this moment, our hearts are full of warmth under the warm light of home.

Sleeping in Huyangjia at night is like a beautiful legend! I can't imagine it! We walked into Populus euphratica's house, which was a suite with three rooms and two halls. The six of us shared a suite, and there was a bed in the living room against the sofa. The host said that every year in the cold season, the leaves of Populus euphratica began to turn yellow, and they set out to receive tourists from all directions. This year is the sixth year of reception ... Hu Yang talked about the reception of tourists in previous years. I looked at the table and fruit prepared by the host on the coffee table early, and felt at home, and my fatigue was instantly reduced by half.

That night, in the light of a family in a small town next to Populus euphratica, eating the sweetest cantaloupe in my life, the owner poured a bottle of koumiss and drank three or two cups, and all his faces flew into the red glow. In a trance, familiar shadows flashed before my eyes. How many times did that photo appear in my dream? A beautiful woman and her lover rode on a hunchback and drank horse milk full of wine bags. Where are they going? Moonlight knows, they know ... Oh, how can people sleep on such a night?

After dinner, I suggest going out for a walk, blowing the cool night wind in the town and smelling the wind from Populus euphratica. Ye Ping stretches as far as the eye can see, and the stars droop and twinkle, like a bead curtain falling from the sky. Is this town a beautiful family? Let people visit from thousands of miles away through time and space. And we finally came, instead of living together in a cupboard, touching the desolation and expectation of Populus euphratica for thousands of years, and suddenly thinking, "When will the moon be dark and the stars be bright?" It will be bright until the end of the month, and there will be * * * Ying Ying on March 5th. Perhaps, the planetesimals are lonely because they are waiting to keep the light, waiting for the photos on March 5th. On a moonless night, the stars in the daytime will shine with the neon of the town, but tonight, I only invite a screen star to chat and recite poems with Populus euphratica in the town and the town in my dream, okay?

Perhaps, everyone has his favorite place in his heart. At first, you may not know where it is, but you can be sure that it is far away, hidden in your heart and unwilling to mention it to anyone. I think it is a secret, a distant place, which is the most sensitive and fragile nerve in your early years, reminding you that your heart will be desolate and even give you a dull pain. You can find the distance between your starting point and your destination, which contains your softness and pain. Until one day, you know there is such a place in the world, not far from you, and you will go there regardless. Then, I'm afraid you can't even tell yourself what kind of mood you will be close to at this moment.

Standing in front of Populus euphratica forest is like standing at the entrance of a dream, which seems a bit daunting. I'm really afraid that if I step into the abyss of my dreams, I'll never get back to reality. But we can also understand that if that is the origin of life, it is not the end. Lush green, withered and yellow leaves, dead, falling and not rotting have witnessed the whole process of life. When the thick yellow leaves of Populus euphratica seem to be displayed in front of my eyes and covered on my head, the whole person instantly becomes a Populus euphratica, full of yellow leaves, standing in the golden sunshine forever! Because before I came, I had deeply, deeply rooted! At that moment, I really couldn't help it. I couldn't control myself for a long time. ...

Standing in the Populus euphratica forest, time is stagnant, and people are naturally outside the world of mortals in the eyes of the dead. Everything is zero, and everything can be started again. It seems that there has never been a feud in this world, never been there, and never been anywhere. Everything is an eternal gesture. In the depths of the desert, you either stood tall or fell to the ground, silent for more than a thousand years. Perhaps, I also thought of something, such as worry, boredom, loneliness, dreams and pain ... Burying myself in the shade of Populus euphratica, the sun is like a bird singing a beautiful song among the leaves, and occasionally a few leaves hide from me, and a string of songs will fall on me. I just wore a yellow-green coat that day (the interval color between green and yellow). Isn't it because the sun on the tree and Ye Er thought I was a fallen leaf that they took care of my "loss"? The song of the sun is scattered in the yellow-green coat. In Populus euphratica, turn over the past and understand everywhere. If you say that trouble is because you want too much, then in this Populus euphratica forest, you will feel that having trouble is also a luxury. Here, you can easily refresh all your desires.

This autumn, sometimes tangled, sometimes poetic, sometimes hesitant, sometimes open-minded. But after I passed, I was even more impressed. For the season, for the dust, for the traces of the years, and for the people I am in Huize, I can only feel it silently. On the dusty road, if you want to learn tolerance, you must know how to be grateful. I think it must be! Looking at the tourists walking around, I suddenly feel what kind of fate it is to meet by chance. In the dream place, just a brush is so touching.

Perhaps, when you come, although the journey is long, dusty and full of divination piety, when you face the vast yellow leaves of Populus euphratica, I don't know when it will turn into a Wang Yang after a night wind raid. Then, do you want to ask questions? When you want to ask yourself so-called doubts, are you still confused in the face of the bleak, vigorous and silent branches that have fallen into prosperity that night? Or, are you just looking for something that was lost? ...

Under the Populus euphratica tree, I guessed the different thoughts of travelers, but forgot my original intention of seeing Populus euphratica, whether it was seeking or dreaming, meeting or saying goodbye. Maybe everything is fine, or maybe it is because there is a faint and desolate autumn heart in my heart, that is Populus euphratica after the frost and cold in this autumn. Whether you see it or not, it is there, green and yellow, and then swaying, and all the leaves fall.

On the way back, I bypassed the desert grassland and saw the autumn mountains stretching in front of me. The autumn mountain splashed with picturesque ink by the owner of the season is red, yellow and green, and the ink is faint. Isn't it just one huge autumn roll after another? This is red, yellow and green, just like the tricolor lights of urban traffic. The difference is that there are not so many rules in nature's autumn fields, and three kinds of lights can be lit at the same time, so that flying birds and animals in the forest can be invited to all directions at will. I think my mother in autumn must be bathed in such pastoral scenery. Looking at my photos of Populus euphratica, I will definitely say that these yellow leaves are thousands of miles away and we can't see them in the ravine here. Mother's sigh tone must be warm and understandable, because she also had her own dreams and was a romantic. Only in the long and hard life, she gave romance to her children and acres of land, and then she got care for her children and the harvest of fertile land. ...

By the lake, the grass leaves are covered with green frost; Open the window at night, there is a good moon; Outside the window, the old Sophora leaves danced in the cold wind. Populus euphratica should have lost all its leaves. Suddenly I feel that this autumn, I don't worry about anything anymore. I go deep and shallow. Standing in the season, I can overlook the near winter, tear a piece of moonlight at night, drink a glass of wine, and then get drunk ...