Egypt, telling the story of our time

Egypt in the desert a hammer and a chisel hard to make out a city, but is more tedious than desert, numbness, depressed and hopeless.

The desert sun, dust and heat waves, this is my first impressions on Egypt.

I understand there is a kind of Egypt has formed a mysterious and desolate, the tragedy of the Nile, desert study in Bedouin Knight Warrior biaohan back, through the desert in camels and Pharaoh did not solve the mystery of the eternal.

After listening to a lot of Egypt's sound: the sound of traffic, and people's voice, the voice of the market, even the voice of dust, such a messy nation without continued, as compensation, a Kayla's civilization and history.

Egypt to one's own culture is very proud, even for the Chinese civilization are dismissive, don't taunt their arrogance, if thou art in Egypt Museum of marine transit rings, perhaps you will understand their own and even proud of reason.

Walk into the pink sandstone construction of Egypt Museum, greenery and are not on a reserve, the gigantic statue of Pharaoh, the mystery of the great eye-catching and exquisite delicate hieroglyphs frescoes and confusing, I already have the one-year history of the collections siwuqian in captivating picture, imagine snow-covering five thousand years ago in the perfume fragrance, speculations with bronze container 50 a century ago wines of mellow, full body of sensory cells are at the brilliant ancient civilizations of Egypt and worshipped before.

The Pharaoh's heritage each marvelous, even if today it is full of incredibly magical powers.

Tutankamen heresy diffuse gold make me dizzy, in addition to pour a breath of air conditioners of wonder and awe, dread: the sleep of the Millennium art treasures were ultimately exposed in earthly bustling, they would take the curse, like being disrupted quiet as the Pharaohs to punish the world of reckless and disrespectful? gold surface with a pair of beautiful eyes very deep, soft light relieved looked Enron to visitor quietly watched, I do not dare to seeing with it for too long, for fear of the Phantom of the LU floating "heroine, the Pharaoh's curse, soul sucked away.

The morning air is shallow and chilly, morning fog not powder right beside you, well I saw three pyramids in weak sunshine vague outlines.

Ancient Egypt people very expansive view of life and death — the death worship, they think that this is only temporary, it is the eternal afterlife, death is the only way to paradise, not to mention the fact that Pharaoh was the Sun God's son, in the room after a walk or do you want to go back to the world of God. The pyramid is that after their death's door to eternal life, towards heaven's ladder.

The latest measuring and textual criticism is personally involved in a pyramid more and more incredible, stuffing pyramid each stone is to have two tons, and between each stone, without any adhesive without mechanical operations of ancient times, the slaves of the construction pyramid is how the stones come from upper Nile, then hanging to a height of? pyramid of wills is the accurate calculation of results or lucky coincidence? these issues in mind, so that almost every person can see the pyramid, so day fangyetan really odd like that is five thousand years ago, the ancestors of a masterpiece?

In the evening, visit the crowd gradually fade, the pyramid back into silence and peace.

Sunset from the pyramid back projection out orange soft lights, Hill-like huge Sphinx quietly bathed in light charm in significant smile, a world filled with the Holy desolate.

Pyramid bears witness to the presence of the time, even after thousands of years of wind erosion, still proud smiling vertical JISA heights, gloomy, world changing perspective.

I'm the first to carry the West Nile, looking up at the sky straight spines sky Spire, experience with pyramid over the Earth, far from city noise of the desert in a passage in time laments the gap in life. In the face of history, everything is tiny, like a grain of dust, all shaking is thawed, chuyang steam is jinsha was buried.

I also ran a pyramid of gold, and then in the dream-like landscape melting.

Walk into the old town of El Cairo plaque at the Bazaar, spider-like small streets and lanes, Criss hidden numerous best selling glass perfume bottles, Bedouin robes, paper sedge art, silver, genuine and antique small shops, full of dust menlian also could trace those gorgeous detail, the air is filled with the smell of perfume and hookah.

Egypt most hospitable small shopkeepers, on East meimei particularly attentive.

Often there will be a handsome guy asked me sweating and me with almonds for Palm, to me zero to dices saucepans hanging after Egypt gaudily, even feeling necklace I does not buy, they right at me with a brilliant, quips right sentence of Habibi (Dear) long, Habibi short, greeted me see again. The most interesting is a 20-year-old look not to the boys asked me: "How much get married with you?" I was embarrassed by the questions, you can only answer: "No millions to love me!" and then they gloat of hoot and laugh and laugh.I feel like Arab music with ring transition, you can happily.

From Cairo to Luxor by overnight train, car window and start micro-cold, the heat of the day long ago.

Darkness defended not out of the window is desert or fields, as in a tunnel through time. Carriage House is comfortable, I was too tired to even care about the roar of the wheel, and soon in compartment heavysea in sleep. Day is not lit when the polite waiter delivered breakfast, hot coffee and roasted sweet-smelling bread is delicious Morning Call, a new day has begun.

The Luxor platform early in the morning, get off of tourists, hilarious conversations across the deserted streets, waking from sleep is concentrated in the street.

The station Hall spacious quiet, there is a strong nostalgic atmosphere, the station wall mural is very beautiful, I hurry to take hastening didn't come quickly, and still have regrets.

Chenguang, Luxor Temple with red light, the huge stone layer shielding, the taste of a maze.

Sometimes, the Sun beams in the stone columns and change direction between, is very soft, with Western tourists in class split light into Yoga, in the vast Temple background into a painting.

Bosses on the Stone Temple of vivid, plant pigment color after a thousand years of sun exposure is still clear and argued, I cannot help but as the splendid ancient civilizations of Egypt was a soul magazine shocks, as if you had a mysterious condensation of air after several centuries of samsara and finally we can stop here, my admiration for ever.

Twilight, bustle cities become calm, all is very quiet, very quiet.

I sat in the gorgeous convertible coach, sipping chilled fresh pressed Sugarcane juice, sweet chestnut and melodious copper ring in appreciation of the old city at night: the Temple of Luxor is Misty light mysterious strange India lining, the Nile in Purple Purple night becomes anhong light silk, tankers flickering light and sky as endless little star. Light breeze of street maps in the shady coconut palms swaying, speckled tree in stone street dancing, even the streets are full of Misty sleep.

I want to read this old city of lights, is like trying to read a lover's eyes as fervently.

Endless highway in the desert, the vast expanses of the extension of the right beside you is a bleak solemnity of beauty, was littered with failure in flames following poetic writing with pain.

At the touch of the desert and the sky, accidentally there was a long long, in the sunlight of the blue, that is, the Red Sea.

The Red Sea have tributaries, so a special clear, color beauty like spices in India Indigo.

This color, long as easily.

Sea face and the wind warm and soft, brushed the whole body skin, micro wind people drunk, light yellow beach extends slowly along the Bay, draw the sea enchanting curves.

I stayed in the beach in a small alcove, drink and ice black tea write postcards, finished just watching the sea and ships to meditation, memories, trance ... Lazy town, the eyes of the world is divided into two halves, one side is the desert of flames, one side is the sea was cool. Time here is pointless, I spend endless sunny days and memories in over the past, imagine the future, from noon until evening all draped in the stars.

The last in Egypt, the Red Sea in the morning the sun kissed my skin, leaving the attachment of the mark, let me remember street lights, remember window floating out of Mint, remember the coconut trees on the beach charming breeze posture, remember sunset Western Sinai lazy silhouette.

Egypt in the context of the broad macro-video full of a lazy, you first atmosphere, sun exposure under the city seems to be always in the air with our time.

I remember cruising in the atmosphere, to describe those who love me or my loved one, they will not be the same as me, slightly outage down and listen to the footsteps of time.

Our story, those far away, there have been yesterday's dream, all as time flows gently flow away easily, little by little have been long gone.

When I look back staring, those meaningful moments still clearly emerge, shake me a long time, bring me happiness.

(Cairo, a plaque at the Bazaar)

(Luxor Temple, let people get lost in the post)