Chapter 3 Chapter One

Chapter 1 The Gathering of Two Seas Section 1 Mountain (1) There were two trips in total, and if calculated, a total of six crossed the strait.It is not close to it, but it is viewed from various geographical angles and different countries. Every time after a tiring trek, we finally arrive at Gibraltar, we are full of travel and dust.Although he dragged his sore legs and was panting unceasingly, his spirit and eyes seemed to be ignited suddenly, flickering from the bottom of his heart, and an inexplicable longing surged up, stirring his heart. The feeling in my heart is beyond words.This feeling surprised me.It can be said that my resume is already full of footprints of travel - I actually insisted so much this time.Caressing the stones on the shore, a feeling that this life is enough fills my heart gently.

——In Ceuta on the Moroccan side, when we braved the rain and climbed to the platform close to the castle, we could see the vast and chaotic sea.In the depths of the rainy strait, a ray of sunlight illuminates the distant ship-like island.I couldn't help sighing in my heart: the trip to the Mediterranean Sea that I only wanted once in my life was fulfilled. The narrative of studying, perhaps starts from here? Mountain In great places, mountains and seas, both will be great. Let me talk about the mountains first. Gibraltar is actually a rocky mountain.It is connected into the sea by a seawall, and at the end of the embankment rises a rocky cliff like a sea ridge.

When I understood the place name for the first time, I felt an inexplicable excitement in my chest.Gibraltar, this place name is too old, maybe you can try to split the characters and divide it into "Jabal" and "Tuo", or half translate it as "Tuoshan"? Later, the place name became Gibraltar in English and Spanish.In fact, it can be seen that it is derived from the Arabic al-Jabal al-Tarig.If transliterated, it can be roughly written as "Zhibul-Tuo Lige", which means "Tuo Lige Mountain".Tuolige is a Berber, and together with another warrior named Tarifu, they all played the role of the pioneer of the Arab landing in Europe.

The two apparently split up and fought together.The fortress of Gibraltar was handed over to Torig, while Tarifa, the southernmost point of Spain, was captured by Tarifa - there is a plot twist in the novel "Kalman": Kalman's husband Cyclops, from Tarifa was released from prison.Just as Gibraltar got its name from Torig, Tarifa got its name from Tarifu. Gibraltar, it was a historical symbol; later reduced to a symbol of victory for the weak, the East and the Muslims. When I was in the Mongolian grasslands, I liked to look at the Talegen Obo that blocked the border in the distance.But I can't always get what I want, that mountain is too far away.At this moment, the vivid Gibraltar is reflected in the eyelids.Looking at it, a sense of luxury emerges spontaneously.

In the illustration of Van Loon's geography, the realistic sketch of Gibraltar needs to be drawn from an angle that is not restricted by the British visa.And I——in the frenzied sea wind and the rain that hit my face, I could only cling tightly to the iron pillars on the boat.A crew member couldn't stop looking back at me; but I didn't care about it, so I opened my wet book and sketched the island that was about to miss me, but was still so blurry. The time to be able to get close to Gibraltar from the sea is actually only a short while.From Morocco on the African side, there are two ports where you can take a boat to Europe—if you board the boat from Tangier, the boat will enter the port soon when you see Gibraltar.Even if we set sail from Ceuta, we can see a steeper silhouette - people generally only care about taking pictures of its side faces one after another, rather than commemorating it with a small painting .

No words or even pictures can describe the impression of Gibraltar.I can't even bear to give up catching it from the road.Whether I came from Alicante last time or this time I went to Salobregna, on the mountain road bus along the Mediterranean Sea, I sometimes jumped to the left and sometimes to the right, holding the camera, chasing in vain Looming Gibraltar. It's not because it's viewed horizontally as a ridge and as a side as a peak.Not even because it's a Muslim victory sign.It reminds people, it is too much. Perhaps, when human beings are united and justice is established, we will look at it with more serious eyes.For victory—it is hard to say whether it is an act of gratification or an act of condemnation.

And the ultimate standard cannot be used today, as Fairplay should delay.Today is the time when the Third World is confronted with neo-fascist humiliation, massacres and extinction of civilization.The smoke of aggression in Afghanistan has not yet cleared, and the killings in Iraq have been brazenly carried out.Today in Gibraltar-Tolig, the truth is rapidly simplified, as clear as a child's speech.Although I am uneasy about this simplification, I am more like a child, full of joy in my heart-only here is a place that silences them, and here we feel encouraged. Charming ancient... "Why? Isn't it the Spring and Autumn Unjust War?"——I seem to be listening to someone's question, and it seems to be listening to my own monologue.It seemed different then... I argued to myself again.At that time, there would not be such a soil: apes wear crowns, cowards win, villains run around, vulgar people are famous, nobles are humiliated...

Indeed it is.I came here to pay my respects.Even later in the mountains in northern Morocco, in the mosque that is said to be the hometown of Torig, I secretly regretted that there was no commemorative ceremony for Torig and the veteran Musa—such as the ceremony where everyone sat around and chanted . I am incapable of summarizing history.I study history, from the reason at the beginning to the conclusion at the end, just because history fascinates people.The charm is tempting to sink, or textual research or judgment.It is a kind of charm like touching and caressing. Whose charm can compare with the Berber warrior Torig?

The rain is splashing on the face, and the island in the heart of the sea is like a shadow wall.I was talking to myself.Back then, with a scimitar in his mouth, he climbed up the towering cliff. ——At this time, when large demonstrations broke out in 600 cities around the world in an attempt to stop the war between the United States and Britain against Iraq, a photo was published in a Spanish newspaper. The picture shows a young man searching the Tigris River for a drowned American Snitch.He had a dagger between his teeth, and the river soaked his bare back.His hands groped under the water.Look so focused.That Arabian boy was extremely handsome, with a noble aura in his brows.

When I read the newspaper, I immediately thought of Tuo Lige.Tuolige must have been like this back then: fit and young, ignoring danger.The 500 strong men behind him filed up, opening the historical curtain of defeating Europe. There have been only two such attacks on Europe from the East.Apart from the command of the western side of emerging Arabia—under the command of Musa in AD 710—and once at the hands of the Ottoman Turks—throughout ancient history the East was able to rely on cultural and military There are only two historical periods in which the superiority competed with the west, and even the east wind overwhelmed the west wind.

In addition, there is an endless history of being invaded, colonized, and discriminated against, as well as a history of flattery and imitation in terms of culture and values. Chapter 1 The Gathering of Two Seas Section 2 Mountain (2) Later, I felt that if it was a sunny day, it would be impossible to look at such a scenery.When crossing the sea on a sunny day, the rocks of Gibraltar will be a vaguely mottled light color.I have experienced this several times: the sun is too strong and it looks white, but it is only in the hidden rain and fog that it is attractive to gaze at. It is not an island, but a long promontory jutting into the sea from the European mainland. At the end of a thin strip of land, a towering stone ridge rises.It’s just that the connecting embankment cannot be seen from the sea. Looking from the deck, one can only see an island towering over the sea amidst the mist and rain. Torig's great sea crossing was completed with the support of the Iberian nobles on the south side of the strait.They were unwilling to continue to tolerate the rule of the tyrannical Visigoth king, so it is said that they actively provided a ferry for Tuolige. After occupying the beachhead on the European continent, Tuo Lige reorganized his team and started the overwhelming northern expedition. After a series of battles, Tuolige came to the city of Toledo, the capital of the Visigoths.The city's cultural factors are very complicated, but the foreign Gothic rulers did many wrongdoings.With the help of Jewish residents who endured persecution, Torig successfully occupied the famous city of Toledo, which gradually became a hub of multicultural integration.In the summer of 711 AD, Tuoligo, who had been on the expedition for less than a year, had swept half of Iberia. Muslims actually flooded into Europe in an instant and became the protagonist of civilization on this peninsula. As shown in the picture, if you choose to cross the sea from Tangier (according to English transliteration. The Arabic name of this place is Tinjih) to Europe, it will not come from far to near, but will suddenly emerge from the fog.Although it is also spectacular, it lacks change.A shadow changed from light to thick, forming a boat shape as soon as it entered the field of vision. The observation from the boat departing from Ceuta is much closer.It is in front of you, like Qiongdao Xianshan looming.Standing on the ferry connecting Ceuta (Sebta in Arabic, on the Moroccan side south of the strait) and Algeciras in Spain, the speed of the boat is very fast, and Gibraltar will slowly turn towards itself.As the angle changes, it changes from an ice pick on the water surface to a big fish with stones. It exudes a strong atmosphere of classical meaning and the world's most important place.The British occupied it and have not returned it to Spain; just as Spain occupied Ceuta and arbitrarily refused to return it to Morocco.It's just that people on the Ceuta ship temporarily forget about politics, because the sense of geography overwhelms everything: sea and ocean, fortresses and tunnels, Africa and Europe - all directions meet at this point, and the vision is extremely magnificent.What can you do in such a place?Nothing but admiration. It was a blade first, then an ax blade, and then a piece of broken wall, and then the edges and faces were clear, and finally the head and tail were separated, finally showing the full picture of the legend. Its shape is commensurate with its position as the border between Europe and the East. It is like a huge stone ship, like a world boundary marker. Its abruptness, steepness, majesty, and isolation are all unparalleled. .After traveling all over the world and seeing it, I was finally "amazed", feeling astonished and lucky, and my heart was full of congestion. Suddenly, the rain curtain fell heavily again, the beam of sunlight subsided, and the shadow of the island disappeared. The cold rain hits the face, and a small umbrella can only block the strong wind at sea.We insisted on standing, letting the rain flow down our foreheads.At that time, I just wanted to watch without blinking, trying to see as far as possible.People suddenly fell silent.All you can do is stare.Slight sunlight penetrated again, and the sea became brighter, and the shadow of the island was faintly visible.The eyes are sore and tired soon, but who is willing to leave.Even if you look at it for a minute longer, you can see the big strait that has been rumored for a lifetime; it is the Strait of Gibraltar that connects and separates the world. One day I heard that not far south from Ceuta, there is a small village in the mountains, which is the hometown of Tuolige.In his memory the temple there is called Masjidal-Tarig. We went to that mountain village surrounded by olive trees.People said: Of course, they are not sure that this temple and this village are the places where Tuo Lige was born.It may be a few steps away, but his hometown is definitely here, this is the Berber region, and Tuolige's hometown is here. The village was very quiet.The olive trees here are different from those in Spain. They seem to be unpruned and grow tall and vigorous.An olive plant in the temple was probably planted in Tuolige's time, just like a towering ancient cypress in China. Some Shah elders sat on the ground with us and entertained us with barbecue and bread.Sitting in the side room of Tuolige Monastery, they listened intently to me reading a passage from "Tabalai" in Chinese tones.Everyone was smiling, and now that they knew each other, it was time for a light meal. The meal is very simple: baked couscous, meatballs.Using our fingers and a piece of naan bread, we deftly break off a corner of the meatball and pop it into our mouths, according to the Sunnah.The hot meatballs, together with the crispy new wheat glutinous rice, are satisfying to eat.After dinner, we followed the old man to see the thousand-year-old olive tree. I felt a little inadequate when I said goodbye.Since it is Tuolige's hometown, it seems that there should be something left. I haven't figured out the characteristics of the Moroccans yet.They treat people kindly, the so-called neither flirtatious nor angry, there is a kind of natural dignity between their brows and movements.Like the olive trees of the straits, those trees are silent, and although they are old, they don't comment on history.Along the temple wall, huge olive plants are flourishing. They are strewn up the hill, and the back of the dark green leaves is silvery. It was dusk on the way home, and the olive trees stretched away in the dark yellow twilight, and finally melted into the steep mountains by the sea. Torig took Gibraltar without much trouble.As far as the military is concerned, it was just a skirmish.But its symbolic taste has always been tempting to chew.Because from that day, from the time when the young man from the small olive grove village led hundreds of strong men to climb up the natural danger of Gibraltar-the season when the east wind prevailed over the west wind began, and the eastern attack that will be called the third world in the future history, opened the curtain. He conquered half of Spain in one go.But the symbol of Gibraltar has not been captured all at once.What is striking is that from the birth of Tuo Lige, a glorious civilization era was laid and lasted for 800 years. Why is it always inseparable from the concept of victory here? Later we all repeated: Victory is a superficial concept, and only the victory of civilization can be praised forever.But the material victory of siege is also real - especially for the third world that will be trapped in colonialism in the future, victory is necessary; it makes people proud, it gives dignity, and it declares victory over powerful slaves possible.It is wrong to deny the influence of victory or defeat on national psychology. My description of Arabia at this moment will probably also lead to the encirclement and suppression of China's "intellectual class".Not only do they fail to understand the dignity of the Muslim nation, but they also secretly discriminate against the Muslim nation - because they have only a pathetic history of failure, and a history of cunning compromise.They are always ready to compromise, with power, with injustice, and with humiliation. They are against the glorious ancient times of China.In their genes, there are the doubts, jealousy and self-justification of the losers who live on. If it is permissible to digress a little and add an unpleasant sentence or two before Gibraltar - what history do we have as opposed to the history of the Arabic naming of Gibraltar?If we talk about the navy—in the Sino-Japanese War, not only half of the new warships were sunk, but the remaining half were captured.There were only more than 20,000 invaders, and they came from far away, but they insisted on fighting from Guangzhou to Tianjin, taking not only Hong Kong but also Nanjing.What is the experience that the Chinese are hiding?Is it the experience of the brave dog dying?Is it the experience of the traitor? Failure is also education.A history of failure makes education ambiguous and embarrassing.You see, the Gengzi indemnity who humiliated the end of the charity is actually the biological parents of the Chinese elite.What kind of knowledge would such a professor of interdependence and psychology disseminate?Chinese football in a strange circle is the result of this kind of education.When will Chinese football be able to win a game on the world stage like the Turkish team?Perhaps the Turks will say that Europe has long been our defeat. Chapter 1 The Gathering of Two Seas Section 3 Mountain (3) China, which is extremely arrogant, has never actually had an advantage or victory over the West.Of course, this mainly refers to strength.In the macro world situation, China has only played a role similar to that of India.Undoubtedly, the continuous defeat of the West will leave a mark on the national psychology.It was not China or India, but the Muslim world that once defeated and conquered the West, taught imperialism and colonialism the lessons of disillusionment and eternal psychological pressure, and even made the West follow suit culturally in an era. Arabia was created, followed by Ottoman Turkey. I'm just dissatisfied with the oppression of gnomes.The air is clear here now, and the sea is playing the music of history.Because the Berber boy climbed up the rocky mountain, the people passing by smiled.I, like them, only like plain history.I only like the history that defeat makes people cry and victory makes people ecstatic. I am not at all agitating for rebellious nationalism.That mentality that discriminates against the weak belongs to you. I don't know when I became disgusted with history.Who the hell knows how I ended up graduating from the history department?Not long ago in Xinjiang, I, a former archaeologist, closed my eyes when I saw the mummy displayed in the museum. The sea surged violently, and the white waves rushing to the shore slammed into the black rocks hard. The plump Mediterranean Sea is full of thinking that pushes and pushes people.I can't bear to leave.Who knows if there will be another—inspiring place to be seen? As a mountain, Gibraltar resembles its name, the son of a young man. The mountain also has its father.For example, the commander-in-chief of Tuo Lige is Musa, the governor of the unknown Maghreb (magrib, west, where the sun sets) in China——Tuo Lige Mountain, the father of Gibraltar, is a deep and majestic Mount Musa (Jabal al-Musa). Mount Musa squats on the African side of the strait, looking at its son Gibraltar across the sea. From the south coast, from Ceuta, occupied by Spain, the Mount Musa is within easy reach.It's not as revealing as Gibraltar.It looks up to the sky, no longer thinking about the future of its son.The leaden clouds of the channel covered it halfway up, and the rain curtains covered its lapel knees.Its legs comfortably extended into a mountain in northern Morocco called the Rif, not minding that people forgot its name. It was raining while eating.We talked about going to Mount Musa for a while, but it rained heavily during the conversation.Torrential rain poured across the strait.In an instant, even the streets of Ceuta were indistinguishable.My friend fetched the car, and he was all wet.In this way, my wish to climb Mt. Musa was not fulfilled. Musa, sitting on the coast of North Africa, led an army into Spain the following year.Facing the history of the world, he also showed his military genius.He cleaned up the strongholds that Tuo Lige bypassed along the way.Fierce battles took place in Seville, Spain's largest city, and in Merida, but both ended in Musa's victory.Musa's main force joined forces with the vanguard troops who had arrived here earlier under the city of Toledo. He failed to restrain the envy of the soldiers and whipped Tuolige who he thought had disobeyed the military order.The Muslim flag continued to flutter toward the northern and eastern mountains of the peninsula, crossed the fortress of Zaragoza, and did not stop until Toulouse in the French territory. In the distant base camp of Damascus, the king held a grand ceremony to accept the triumph. "The official reception was grandly held in the magnificent Umayyad Mosque. Hundreds of royal relatives in the West and thousands of prisoners of war in Europe declared their surrender to the Muslim leader. This is the only time in history. Record." This scene has been repeatedly described by historians and artists, and the covers of many oriental art collections are printed with giant oil paintings describing this ceremony. This time it was the old soldier Musa's turn to taste the bitter fruit of jealousy, because the caliph of the empire was even more jealous.The birds were exhausted, the good bow was hidden, and the veteran Musa was also accused of disobeying orders, and the imposed trumped-up charges rushed to his head.He was deprived of military power and property, and was punished by being exposed to the scorching sun and subjected to various abuses.The commander who conquered Africa and Spain later became impoverished and became a beggar in his later years. The whole story is amazing, but the ending seems to be familiar.In the East triumphant comedies are so rare, but wretched tragedies flourish. The past has such violent ups and downs.I don't care about the rain on my forehead, I just want to see Musa again before leaving Ceuta.But the sea blocked Gibraltar, the rain covered Musa, and both mountains mysteriously refused to be climbed.I can only gaze at the Mount Musa in the rain as if I were looking at Gibraltar. As described by the Moroccans, its silhouette is like an old man sleeping on his back, with a realistic head, nose, and chest.This veteran's life is like a legend. He has laid the foundation of Al-Andalus for 800 years, but he himself can't wake up.Observing from the curve of the mountain, he has no intention of lingering on victory—with his back to Spain and his eyes to Africa.This mountain is clearly more thought-provoking than Gibraltar.Yes, victories, including the victories of civilization, can be put to death.It's better to be like Musa, turn your back, be light and victorious, lie down in the mountains, close your eyes in the barren land, among the crowd without pomp.No wonder countless poems all chant that resting in the corner of fate is the essential pursuit. In Europe, on the Spanish side, the story of Torrig is well known, but you probably don't hear about Musa.This is due to the lack of a sense of unity.On the African side, on the coast of Morocco, the strait and the two sides are regarded as one.People not only saw the two mountains at the same time, but also thought about Torig and Musa at the same time. They are one north and one south, surrounded and separated by the surging sea, each of them stands on the top of a continent, turned into a rocky peak, and each is supported by mountains and seas.Tuolige Mountain is tall and steep, and Musa Mountain is calm and majestic.Tuolige Mountain is eye-catching, and Musa Mountain sneaks into the vastness.They looked at each other across the big strait, and they didn't want to get together, like a pair of strict father and tiger son. On both sides of the strait, the standing island shadows are alluring, making me fantasize. Chapter 1 The Gathering of Two Seas Section 4 Sea (1) Let's talk about the sea. In Ceuta, I heard from a Spanish friend who can speak fluent Arabic that, back then, Commander Musa had a mind - mere martial arts was not his original intention. He came here to find the recorded "place where two seas meet" ".This friend was originally a leftist youth in the 1960s. After walking a long way, he chose to live as a Muslim and chose to live in the beautiful small city of Ceuta. Perhaps it was our interest in the Straits that lured him into his affections. There is more than a strait in front of you.You know, it's a big deal, it has something sacred about it.It is the gathering of two seas, yes, I know which chapter it is in.Don't worry, I'll find out the original text for you soon.The two seas are the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean. The two seas meet, and that meeting point is here.Every day I open the window and see Gibraltar, I am thrilled.Do you think Musa is just a warrior?No, he wants to realize an ideal! ... After living here, I often feel that I am getting closer to my ideal.Because I think every day, this is where the world connects and disconnects, so what am I supposed to do? ... He pointed to Gibraltar, which was close in front of him.You see, Musa finally found here.Unfortunately, his words and deeds are not recorded.On the day he came here, he found that he had found the meeting of two seas.This is Musa's deepest desire. For him, this matter is much more important than occupying Spain! It was raining heavily.But the light and shadow on the sea are messy.A ray of sunlight shot from a crack in the black cloud illuminated the edges and corners of Gibraltar in the distance.Look, don't you think that mountain is weird?Why is there no such strange stone mountain elsewhere?From the Romans to the Arabs, whoever came here felt that the geography here was too mysterious.It goes beyond geography.It's incredible!Haha, how can it not be mysterious, because it is not an island at all, let alone a mountain.It is specially made by the Creator, and it is the place where the two seas meet, and it is a special sign of revelation! ... I was fascinated.This way of thinking strongly infected me.The strait is just a strip of water, and the strait cannot be an obstacle.This friend is right, if it has only a little geographical importance, its meaning is too thin. —But it should be added: in Tangier, at the western mouth of the channel, people's geographical point of view is somewhat different from that of Ceuta. According to the interpretation of the people of Tangier, the confluence of the two seas mentioned should be in a cave where the Atlantic Ocean and the strait meet on the west mountain of Tangier.That cave is a tourist attraction, but there is no special description in the guide book.I want to talk to people, but I haven't found the right conversation partner.Tourists are searching silently in the cave. I don't know if they are all thinking about the meeting of two seas.The hills around the cave are dotted with pine trees, and the cave is as old as Roman times.In that cave, the Atlantic and the Mediterranean collided, half yellow and half green. From the sea, through the rain and fog, looking through the telescope, the huge rock stands on the sea, and the strait is cut in two.This is the narrowest part of the strait, only a dozen kilometers wide.The east of the gorge points to the deep Mediterranean Sea, and the west of the gorge gradually widens, leading to the vast Atlantic Ocean.There is a step at the front of the rocky mountain in the camera, and a white building is faintly visible on it. I was sitting on the ferry that day.In the telescope, next to the white building, an isolated white tower can be vaguely discerned. I looked at it for a long time, guessed and guessed, and finally I couldn't help it, so I asked my neighbor on the ferry: —Is that a mosque? Unexpectedly, he replied: "Yes." His expression is very sure, it is obvious that Gibraltar is frequented by him. I am secretly amazed in my heart.He then told me that it was a mosque built with Saudi aid.It dawned on me.If this is the case, it is logical: such a location is obviously for the famous legend of the confluence of two seas.It would be interesting to talk to the people in that monastery; they would surely think their monastery was the best in the world, and they would add more anecdotes and allusions to prove the significance of Gibraltar. Raucous, Berber and Arab-African perspectives, embraced me. Anyway, it's a lovely tale.Everything will become a passing cloud, but the legend of culture will last forever.The gathering of two seas, does it really exist?Tangier, Gibraltar, and Ceuta are all talking about it, and they are all vying to say that they are the real meeting place of two seas.The cape west of Tangier is indeed the outlet of the Mediterranean, and Ceuta is indeed the narrowest point in the strait.Yin Wei several times, I can not vote.From the perspective of fame and landforms, Gibraltar is more like it.Because the beautiful white temple with sea water on the steps obviously voted for Gibraltar. Chapter 1 Gathering of Two Seas Section 5 Sea (2) After returning home, I checked it out. There are a lot of ayati (verses) about the two seas in the scriptures.Two seas, in Arabic, is the double number "Al-bahran" of the word ocean, rather than a special vocabulary.However, the word Al-barzah is troublesome, because it means a "separation", which can be understood as dike, dam, and block.The following ayethi is very interesting: "He once let the two seas meet and meet. Between the two seas, there is a dike, and the two seas do not invade each other" (55:19-20) In other words, the Qur'an not only refers to the confluence of the two seas, but also clearly mentions the existence of a dike that separates the two seas.This gives people a vast and imaginative space. Generally speaking, in the works of most commentators, it is believed that Al-barzah in this section refers to the land embankment between the Red Sea and the Mediterranean Sea before the construction of the Suez Canal.Therefore, no one dares to make a fuss about whether this place separated by the rocky mountain of Gibraltar can be interpreted as the meeting place of the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean. However, for the classics, especially the reading of the classics, you need to have a good understanding.It is often useless to investigate and investigate, and it is necessary to understand the original intention.Undoubtedly, all residents of Gibraltar like to use their talents here. In Beijing, when I meditated on the original text, I seemed to hear the enthusiastic explanation of my friend from Ceuta again—didn’t you see the connection of a narrow embankment, and didn’t you realize that Gibraltar, which stands on a wall in the heart of the sea, is too strange?Don't you understand that since they are two seas that "intersect and meet and do not invade each other", then they are both truncated and not truncated? ——There does not necessarily exist that embankment, everything is the will of Allah. Where else could Al-barzah be, is it not Gibraltar?Who but Gibraltar could be that great Al-barzah? Separated or not, both truncated and not truncated... This voice is so familiar! ...Have you heard it there?I suddenly thought of the Loess Plateau in China. In China's Sufi tradition, there is also a concept of "the gathering of two seas".This is an abstruse proposition, which emphasizes a double truth; like the famous concept of two bows and one string, it indicates a mysterious edge, a kind of limit and this and that, a kind of surface and inner Everything blends together.It’s just that before, the idea and image of the meeting of two seas was just a kind of vague science, just an inspiration to the human mind, just a mysterious method to resist rigidity-I didn’t think at all that in North Africa, in Ceuta, Gibraltar and Tangier, there is even a textual research on its location.Could it be that this seductive epistemological concept comes from a concrete geography?Can you really find the birthplace of a kind of thought on earth?That's impossible!I think.But wouldn't it be more fun to look for it this way? The solution to this problem drove me crazy. The ambiguity of interpretation is tempting to sink in layers.Where is the meeting of the two seas?I guess I'll never reach a conclusion.But the conclusion is irrelevant.The important thing is that it is so attractive.And above all: the great oceans, indeed meet here. Chinese papermaking was introduced to Europe from here.Not only Aristotle, Greek and Roman philosophy was translated into Arabic here, and from Arabic back to Europe during the Renaissance.Olive trees, figs, pomegranates and grapes, the wonderful sacred trees flow from here to all parts of the world.Great civilizations meet here.The East and the West, where they meet, collide, divide, and merge, are not in other places, not in Chang'an—but here. Finally reached the Mediterranean. But it feels like arriving at the gate of a school.I fell into deep reverie, and my heart was overwhelmed by several waves.In the background is a dark green North Africa; Shawan, Fez, Shazilinye and Morisco are bright-eyed.There was dark southern Europe, castanets, bullfights, Cordoba and Granada smiling.Learning turned out to be so happy.The journey really is life.My small suitcase on wheels creaked and slid over gravel and dirt roads.My thick hardcover white paper notebook is written, drawn, and pasted with fresh knowledge every day.Plump vision, dizziness enveloped the whole body.I pay attention to introspecting a luxury, and after introspecting, I ask and memorize even more hastily.There are so many threads, I am excited and exhausted.I don't catch conclusions, I just enjoy the earth.