时针直薄晚上10点,三危山依旧血色黄昏。遥想中原,人家城郭,早已灯火阑珊。这是13年前一个平凡的戈壁之夕。我漫步在空旷荒寂的流沙河谷,想着1600多年前那个伟大而神秘的启示。也是这个将要落山的太阳,也是这条流沙和苦水的河,也是这座三危山,也是一个孤独的漫步者——不同的是,他是一个和尚。漫步的和尚偶一回头,三危山金光万道, Short straight at 10 o’clock in the afternoon, three still dangerous mountain dusk. Looking back to the Central Plains, people Castle, already dim lights. This is an ordinary Gobi 13 years ago. I wander through the empty, deserted Shashe Valley, thinking of the great and mystical revelation of 1600 years ago. It is also the sun that is going to settle down, the river that runs through the sand and the bitter water, and the Three Endangered Mountain. It is also a solitary wanderer - the difference is that he is a monk. Walk the monk back again, the three golden mountain million,