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As the earliest plant community, Populus euphratica magically created the green and hope of life on this lucky planet. It has withstood the vicissitudes of life and is used to the cold world. Populus euphratica became the last species left behind, which brilliantly explained the value and strength of survival in this harsh environment.
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Who can be so tenacious, drought-resistant, cold-resistant, salt-resistant, wind-resistant, sand-resistant and disaster-resistant? Root depth 10 meter, leaves grow for three years. Even after more than 20 years of drought, new buds are blooming. Who can be so bold as to live for thousands of years after death? The banner of eternal life is willing to stand in the vast Gobi all year round against the backdrop of the long yellow sand.
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Natural selection, natural selection, survival of the fittest, self-improvement of the weak in the desolate desert, Populus euphratica showed a magnificent picture of life. At the end of the barren Gobi, Populus euphratica stands erect with unyielding backbone. Spring breeze blows gently, dew drops quietly, with faint green waves and autumn wind whispering. Hu Xiang suddenly shines golden yellow, regardless of spring, autumn, winter and summer.
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Just like Liu, just like Yang's wind knife and frost sword have changed their shapes. It's crisp in autumn, and it's early in first frost, shining with dazzling golden light in the bleak place. Populus euphratica held high handfuls of torches to illuminate the desolate frontier fortress. It has been lonely for too long, it has been optimistic and suffered too many bleak and tragic fates, it has tempered its steel-like character, it has no regrets in dedication, and it has exuded a brilliant life made of copper. This should be the way to appreciate the joy of life and sing.
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Who made the gurgling of Qingxi evoke the prosperous dreams of the past? Who nourished the dew and brought the dead wood to spring today? In the mirror reflection of water and sky, there is also a fearless look. Everything in nature grows and declines, and aquatic wood grows and complements each other. It was originally such a beautiful and moving gift from nature, and sometimes it was so generous. I want to live and die, and I want to live and grieve for generations.
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Loneliness is often filled with tragic and tragic, and it is also often pregnant with glory. Populus euphratica's life-and-death struggle in the vast desert wasteland shows a shocking heroic image. Let the wind rage, let the sand fly, let the scorching sun and the drought demon be invincible and indomitable. The more frustrated the tribe is, the more it struggles, the more it is sculpted into a gesture of life, and the more it will be cast into a solid barrier.
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Face the sandstorm, stand up the golden shield, take root in the towering steel shoulders of Gobi, run out of energy, stick to it like an anchor, and dig the ground tightly, instead of bending the branches that died in battle like spears and arrows-piercing the sky, stumbling through the years, stumbling and helpless, leaving Populus euphratica fearless and magnificent, and the emperor's nature left a strong and unyielding Populus euphratica.
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Strong winds followed, repeatedly turning prosperity into desolation, and sand waves pushed sand waves to overlap, burying Populus euphratica into sand mountains. The pain is unforgettable, the pain is unforgettable. Generation after generation, one after another, one after another, struggle for joys and sorrows. How much I want Hu Jia to sing the tragic and generous Populus euphratica with pastoral songs, how much I want poetry to praise Populus euphratica's brave and extraordinary feelings, and it is difficult to sing scenery and sing one song after another.
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Come on, why don't you watch this beautiful scene? Why not sing this epic of life? How many lessons and expectations has nature given people? This is a brave close-up. It is a chapter of philosophy, like a plowman with a hoe and plow, sweating like a trekking traveler. Populus euphratica resolutely sticks to Gobi, bears hardships and stands hard work, and never gives in. The tree of life stands tall and struggles to grow. The song of life reverberates for a long time.
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After Mo Wen suffered a lot, he shed a few lines of tears and looked at his lofty aspirations in repeated struggles. His mind is as firm as a rock, and his mind is as broad as the sea. Looking back on the road our ancestors walked, there are countless bumps and bumps engraved in his heart. There is a saying that the laws of nature cannot be violated, and death is obedience. There was a saying that there were countless changes in Gan Xuankun. Once prosperous, it finally withered. It is also the most difficult to prosper and the most difficult to decline. And the hardest do or die.
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The boat roamed the ancient road in the desert, bathed the soul of Gobi in the sunset, combed my thoughts, poured out the same fate, connected into the character of bosom friends, and reflected the bright light. So I stood quietly on the sandstorm line, silently watching the end of time. In this place where life is hard to exist, how much I need to rely on and increase my strength. In this extremely bad ecological place, how much I need * * * to help the disadvantaged groups, how strong and self-reliant they are, and how noble they are.
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It only takes a few drops of rain and dew to endure loneliness and poverty, and a piece of sunshine can keep home and village. I only hope that the mountains and rivers will be green and fragrant, pursue beauty persistently, share weal and woe. I have never boasted about myself, and I have never taken credit for it. When the sandstorm struck again, I thought of Populus euphratica who was fighting to the death at the front, and I couldn't help sighing. The song of Dragon and Populus euphratica is as brilliant as ever.