想象中,蒙古很远,远在天的尽头。去蒙古,最初的愿望是拜谒成吉思汗的陵寝,但踏上西行的古道后,内心却一片茫然。仿佛成了漂浮于天空的云朵,没有目的,恍若梦游。只有一个人。从河西走廊出发,数千里路程,乘车、骑马或步行,视角和场景不断转换:草原、荒漠、戈壁、森林、海子、山脉、黄羊、野驴、狼、兔子……仿佛在观看一个很长很长的默片,镜头中闪过的山河大地、动物生灵,都在大脑的沟回里 In the imagination, Mongolia is far away from the end of the sky. Go to Mongolia, the initial wish is to visit the mausoleum of Genghis Khan, but set foot on the westbound trail, the heart is a loss. Seems to have become floating in the sky clouds, no purpose, reminding us to scenes sleepwalking. only one person. From the Hexi Corridor, thousands of miles away, riding, riding or walking, perspectives and scenes are continually converted: grasslands, deserts, Gobi, forests, Haizi, mountains, yellow sheep, wild donkeys, wolves, rabbits ... as if watching a Very long, long silent film, flash in the lens of the earth, animal life, are in the ditch of the brain