(There is a kind of Hu Yangshu in the desert, which is flourishing for a thousand years. Never fail after a thousand years of death ...)
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When the carefree white clouds are torn into flying feathers by the dry and abusive dry wind
When the vast sand sea is decorated with occasional camel bells into vicissitudes of ancient paintings
When the suffering body is whipped into a skull with its head held high by sharp lightning
When the moaning ghost is rubbed into golden grains of sand by the mournful moonlight
We finally hear
That is the most tragic melody in the symphony of heaven and earth
. The notes all stand up and tremble with creepy colors.
It flows through the ages in the ripples carved by the wind in the desert.
It reverberates in the dreamland painted by the rainbow in the sky for thousands of years.
Its sorrow and desolation are as white as a coffin, and it sinks into the dream of nature.
Its perseverance and tragic blood are cast into the rings of life.
Survive without regret
When the blood-spurting sunset turns red, clouds turn red and the desert turns red, Populus euphratica
There is a hobbled lonely walker sleeping peacefully under the Populus euphratica tree
The quicksand of the night roared and buried his whereabouts, took over his bags and took in the walker
Another Populus euphratica tree sprouted in the morning sun and grew in the morning wind
It is this Hu Yangshu with clenched teeth, wide eyes and clenched fists
Heaven and earth. Flowing
to Qiu Lai in spring, and Hu Yangshu in different seasons,
stepping on the autumn frost against the spring breeze, just like the messenger of life,
as if every leaf is trying to flaunt the charm of its life,
it presents such a beautiful and shocking picture.
Rooted in the loess dust, every Populus euphratica here, every branch of it,
is struggling to stretch its life posture.
Its branches, leaves and leaves seem to be telling immortal stories.
Populus euphratica, the beautiful Populus euphratica, the tenacious Populus euphratica, the Populus euphratica I miss,
You show and dialysis with every gesture of life:
The myth of desert immortality, the immortal soul.