The spring breeze on the Gobi desert, like the northwest people, is rough and straightforward, even a bit barbaric.
The vastness of the sky is in the vastness of the wind and sand flow. For the eyes, it is a landscape without scenery. Only the soul can experience and feel its grandeur and bursting.
The vast Gobi yellow sand, the endless sky, covered with rough gravel, rustles on it.
Except for some drought-tolerant plants such as Allium mongolicum Regel, camel thorn and Calligonum mongolicum, the tall plants are desert willows, few plants grow and animals fly away.
The moon on the Gobi Desert seems to be under the head of a stranger who has worked hard all day. These people come from different places, and their calluses are as hard as Gobi.
When the Huangsha Gobi is silent, let your wheels run over the years of history, flow into its broad mind, and watch it leisurely.
Spring in the Gobi desert always comes late. When Jiangnan is already a warm spring season with long grass and purple flowers, the Gobi Desert is still gray and bare, and it seems that all life is still dormant in the cold of winter.
Connected to the northwest is the Alashan desert, which has been as lofty as a fortress for thousands of years, and the dark mountain of terror runs across its southeast.
After crossing Yinshan, the ancient road where General Longcheng and Huma fought was as sinister and inaccessible as a ladder.
The sand is quiet, waiting for the bell of the Silk Road to ring for a long time, and it falls to the head of the ancient city wall, the prosperity in the Gobi, and the vicissitudes of the city that has been sleeping for a long time.
The stars on the Gobi desert are very high, and the moon is close to the horizon, as if on the head of a snowy mountain, hanging on the head of a shepherd's horse, not far from his eyes.
The spring rain in the Gobi desert came without warning. Maybe what you just saw was a clear sky in Wan Li, or a long sky with yellow sand. At that moment, the sky changed color and dark clouds covered your head.
Spring is warm and cold at first, but those who have smelled the breath of spring on the Gobi Desert are no longer afraid of the cold. They stood in the cold and stretched themselves on the Gobi desert.
The Gobi desert has always been calm, look! Those low and lonely camel thorns and Haloxylon ammodendron suddenly became excited. They waved their shriveled arms wildly, as if intoxicated and crazy.