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离开的时候,黄沙满天。大漠孤烟衬着西斜的阳,你站在沙丘上,回头看,却被扬起的沙迷了眼。你还能忆起几日前在罗布泊的荒凉中孑立吗?罗布淖尔早已枯竭干涸。你想到那楼兰城,也曾繁华了几百年,却一夕成荒野。“是谁?”你忍不住问。究竟是时间的抺杀,是岁月的抛离,还是其它什么改变了这一切。又有风吹过,细小的沙胡乱舞,疏忽间,你转过身,没回头,远离了这片遍野黄沙。凄厉的风呼啸而过,悲壮的美氤氲着。
When leaving, the sky is full of yellow sand. The desert solitary smoke west slope of the sun, you stand on the sand dunes, looking back, but was raised the sand fans eyes. Can you still remember a few days ago Lop Nur in the desolation? Rob O’Rour already dried up. You think of that Loulan City, also had flourishing for hundreds of years, but overnight as a wilderness. “Who?” "You can not help but ask. Is it time to slaughter, time to leave, or what changed everything. Another wind blows, a small sand Flurry, negligence, you turn around, did not look back, far away from this piece of sand everywhere. Mournful wind whistling past, tragic beauty staggered.