The Return Route Buried by Wind and Sand
by Qin Zhiquan
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In mid-autumn, the black sand on the Gobi Desert in Santang Lake is so heated by the sun that it can bake eggs and pancakes. The sweat on my body is hard to dry day and night. If I don't wipe my body for a day, my hands will rub off a layer of sludge. Located at the Laoye Temple Customs Intersection in the Santang Lake Basin, there is an old man in his eighties who wears a blue Mongolian robe and a small top hat, with a face as dark as the sand on the Gobi desert and cracked lips that bleed. He holds a wooden sign in his hand and squats under the unobstructed scorching sun every day, from morning until sunset. Written in black letters on the wooden sign: My name is Liu Wanshun, and my family originally lived in the Zhao Family Courtyard, Kuishun Lane, North Street, Hancheng North Street, Xijiang Town. In the 36th year of the Republic of China (1947), I left my hometown to Baotou while driving a camel. On the way back, I got lost in the sand and strayed into Outer Mongolia.
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