Being in the misty south of the Yangtze River, when the grass grows and the warbler flies in March, I wear a light blue silk dress and listen to the song "Complaining about the Willow" and quietly lean against the window. I appreciate the straight smoke in the desert and feel the long lingering. I can't help but think about it. It always gives people a sense of mystery. Sandstorm, camels, blue sky, oasis and desert form a beautiful and mysterious picture. Yellow grass with blue sky, this gradual change of color, more than the collocation of blue sky, white clouds and green grass, has a vitality of dying and glory.
In my dream, I vaguely see the sunset, yellow sand and snow and Populus euphratica, and the image of the desert is vigorous! Soft warmth immediately stirred in my heart like a swing, and a kind of yearning and yearning seemed to have wings, and kept flying in the dream with the dreamland ...
I, a daughter of Jiangnan, deeply loved my hometown in Jiangnan, and appreciated and yearned for the ancient vicissitudes of the desert. They were always my unforgettable and distant direction! In my dream, I found myself in Helan Mountain, watching the west wind cut by lingering thoughts last night. I found him in the northern part of the Great Wall, and the bright moon became thinner and curved when I was in the Qin Dynasty. I found him in the sunset near the desert and was immersed in thoughts. I found him in the time station.
But I was full of hope and eager to see him, but I was stretched by ruthless years again and again, but this mood remained unchanged. But my desire to go to the western regions has never been realized because of worldly affairs. I set out from the ancient city of Xi 'an to explore the western desert and the ancient silk road. The sound of the Qiang flute seems to be always in my ears ...
The scenery is close to my eyes all the way, and the heavy cultural history makes Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Spring look strange. The Taibai snow in June, the sacred land of Snow Lotus in Tianshan Mountain, the ancient waterwheel on the Yellow River, the sweet grapes in Turpan, the ancient camel bells swaying for thousands of years, and the beautiful girls in Dabancheng, are all brand-new cities ... < p In the evening, there is a piece of Populus euphratica land. In the desert, the soul of life, a tent is set up beside the forest to rest. The desert needs meditation to read. When the setting sun obliquely shows golden yellow, the desolate beauty of the desert has shocked and surprised me since I was born in the south! The car is parked in the Populus euphratica forest, our hearts and souls are parked in the golden sunset and the smoke in the desert ...
The sunset falls in the desert, and the camel thorns in the sand are blooming, and the long wind is blowing, and the waves are green. Looking at the lonely mountain in the distance, the stars are flickering. In the dark night,