The Echoing-Sand Mountain and Crescent Lake of Dunhuang---A thousand years of desolation, an unmelting tenderness

The echo of the Echoing-Sand Mountain, it is said, is the sound of the battles of the Han Dynasty soldiers when they were expeditioning to the Western Regions. The Crescent Lake, on the other hand, is the holy water of Buddha Sakyamuni. In my view, the Crescent Lake is more like the lover of the Echoing-Sand Mountain, held tightly in its chest, quietly guarding for a thousand years, what an unmelting tenderness. The Echoing-Sand Mountain and Crescent Lake scenic spot is located 5 kilometers south of Dunhuang city. You can take the No.3 bus from the city, or about 15 yuan by taxi. Once in the scenic area, you can take a shuttle bus (you need to buy a round-trip ticket for 20 yuan) to the Crescent Lake, or walk along the plank road for about 1.3 kilometers. Approaching the Crescent Lake, behind the reeds, there is a clear spring. The breeze blows, wrinkling the green of the pool. Close your eyes, at this moment, the heart is pure and pure. Looking up again, the flying eaves and pavilions, the poplar and willow, and the hundred-year-old moon spring ancient willow, as if the vicissitudes of the past are in front of you, the Crescent Lake has become the last tear, crystal clear. Climbing up the tower, the Echoing-Sand Mountain behind and the Crescent Lake in front seem to merge into one, a warm tenderness comes to the face. Then, take off your shoes and barefoot, feel the temperature from the sand grains, and climb up the sand ladder to the top of the mountain. Although it is difficult to walk, when your feet are completely immersed in the sand, you will feel the power given by the earth, and the footprints of history are stepped under your feet. After reaching the top, looking around, the winding curve of the sand ridge outlines the toughness of the northwest, and the Crescent Lake has become the mirror of the sky at this time. Under the sun, the heart is free. The crescent waves in the jade pool, the Echoing-Sand Mountain sits alone for another year.