Essays and poems describing the scenery of the great desert

Smoke rises in the desert, and the setting sun is round by the Yellow River. The yellow sand is boundless and boundless. Look up at the sky, there is not a cloud in the sky. Without vegetation, there is no travel. It seems to me that a solitary smoke rises at the end of the day. I swept away and was completely immersed in the beauty of nature. The endless desert is like a Wang Yang. The sunset by the river turns half the sky into dark red, so it's easy to fly away. At the same time, I can't help feeling the shortness of life and the smallness of human beings. Who can't miss this beautiful scenery? In this case, I was a little disappointed when I met the waiting rider, even though my task was about to be completed. The light blue light is dim, and the red skirt is enchanting and lonely. There is no frost and rain on the Gobi, and there is a lonely look of carving a knife. But when you see it, Changfeng hides panic and smoke, and filariasis is suppressed in the restless convergence. It stretched its eyebrows for nine days, and it became a thin line. If the long river is embedded, it will be like a drizzle. Loneliness can be a cruel wound. The shadow is swaying.