Author: Li Li.
In recent years, with the planting of trees and the control of sand and fixation, sandstorms have been greatly reduced.
However, every spring, there are always one or two sandstorms, big or small, which seems to have become the norm in spring. When a sandstorm sweeps through the north, it means that another long winter has passed.
No, it didn't feel right early this morning, the sky was dark and yellow through the window, and when I pushed open a little crack in the window, the wind swished in, with a pungent smell of dust. The wind was whining, with the occasional scream or two. There is a yellow haze in front of me, the sky invaded by dust, and in the gray and yellow chaos, there is a bright spot that is strong and weak, isn't that the sun struggling? It's ground, and the love words of today's lovers should be all earthy love words, right? Outside the window, the wind was very loud, carrying the sand and dust in the sky, sweeping through the undulating buildings of the city, covering the winding distant mountains, all the way to the city without stopping. It's really dusty and hazy, all the eyes are yellow, the whole Xi'an city is like an old ** that has been put for a long time, the gray sky, the gray ground, the gray city wall, and the streets are gray pedestrians and vehicles, which makes people's hearts gray.
The sand and dust whirred by, obscuring the sky and the sun. However, it feels like the sandstorms I've experienced in the past are much smaller in terms of magnitude and scale. I remember living in Beijing before, a city with four distinct seasons, giving you the fierceness of spring, sandstorms and catkins running in the city air at the same time; Give you the suitability of summer, take a look at the old locust tree wearing a torn vest to enjoy the cool, it is enough to have the whole summer; Give you the intoxication of autumn again, it is the most beautiful season in Beijing, next to the red bricks and green tiles of the Forbidden City is the ginkgo biloba, which is so dazzling under the reflection of the blue sky and white clouds; Until winter quietly came, the snow fell, and the cold wind from outside the house was like a knife blowing into the hot heating inside the house. This is the cycle of the four seasons of life in Beijing. Beijing has sandstorms every year, mostly in the spring. Often for several days, the red and yellow wind, from the northwest, flying sand and gravel, the dust covers the sky, the wind is everywhere, all night long, like a ghost crying wolf. As soon as the sand and dust came, Beijing entered Mars, full of yellow sand and desolate world, sand and stones danced wildly in the sky, chaos between heaven and earth, and when I went out in the morning, I thought I had just landed on Mars, and I just got off the spaceship.
Today's sandstorm in Xi'an, although it is not at the level of the Great Demon King, is enough for the Tang poem in your mind, and it was immediately changed from "the Yellow River is far above the white clouds" to "the yellow sand goes straight up to the white clouds" - the sandstorm in front of you, which violently shook the doors and windows of many areas in the north, probably knocked on Wang Zhilian's Anxi Yumen Pass more than a thousand years ago, right?
Countless ignorant and unconscious scattered sand, under the banner of the way of heaven, rushed straight to the clouds, covered the sky, swept away the mediocre and sunny day, dimmed the sky, darkened the ground, changed the sky, changed the earth, after completing the feat of stirring the world, those sand and dust, I don't know where they finally fell**? Slightly larger grains of sand can only make jumps on the surface of the ground, and should not go too far when rolling on the ground. And those fine particles of sand and dust fly into the atmosphere, and with the help of air currents, they should move tens of kilometers, hundreds of kilometers, thousands of kilometers, tens of thousands of kilometers away. Come to think of it, although the words "thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sunshine" in Gao Shi's poem "Farewell to Dong Da Er", although they may be the exaggeration of the poet's romanticism, they also imply that the scale of this sandstorm in the Tang Dynasty was so large that dust and sand could cross tens of millions of miles without borders.
The sandstorms that swept thousands of years ago, in the distant past and in front of the present, flying sand and rocks, whistling through the realm, stirred the same chaotic celestial phenomena. The wind is like a fierce horse stepped by a strong man, throwing off the reins of winter, and roaring from the far north. Spring is coming in the north, and the arrival of each year is earth-shattering. The spring of the northern country swept over the boundless land with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas and dusty sand, making everything on the earth heart-rending and unforgettable.