The author of Populus euphratica in the desert: Judd wind and sand wrote about my loneliness. I am alone in the desert, longing for a mirage. Even if a little bit of oasis blood seeps into the gravel, the long story of the sand exposing the bones is waiting for the camel bell to ring. My heart trembled with the wildebeest in North Africa. Is the namib desert Millennium Orchid infested by rattlesnakes and wild donkeys still there? Do Madagascar have unicorn flowers 1500 years old? There is also camel thorn Elaeagnus angustifolia, my partner Apocynum venetum, who is madly in love with the desert. Even if the only cactus in the desert is exhausted, there will be a harmonious and changeable posture, such as the Jasper Desert in the yellow sand sea, my home, the ruins of beautiful homeland in the sunset, the desolate vashuo with no signs of life, emptiness and despair. I have no rivers, no human beings, no family, no communication in the wind, waiting for the baptism of acid rain and staring at the mysterious sunset in the ancient Taihang Mountains. How can I interpret the eternal and lonely eagle hovering? Without the stream, the eternal Populus euphratica has been forgotten and deviated, and its indifference and indifference have blown away happiness. The world of desert ruins only points to Populus euphratica in the blue sky.
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