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宿鸟归飞的时候,夕阳正压在地平线上,草原空旷而沉寂,大漠在夕阳的余辉中雄浑而壮丽。我爱草原落日。草原落日是个悲壮的消逝。草原落日,你真的悲壮吗?你悲壮,是因为你将要消逝在地平线上吗?天地万物,生的伟大,死的就悲壮。而伟大与悲壮都不在于喧闹、沸腾与张扬,而在于沉寂。朝阳从拂晓的沉寂中升腾起来,夕阳从黄昏的沉寂中消逝下去。沉寂孕育了一个生命,沉寂又吞噬了一个生命。不,沉寂不会孕育生命,沉寂也不会吞噬生命。生命
When the birds go home, the sunset is pressing on the horizon, the grassland is open and quiet, and the desert is powerful and magnificent in the sunset afterglow. I love prairie sunset. Grassland sunset is a tragic disappearance. Prairie sunset, you really tragic it? You tragic, because you are about to disappear in the horizon? All things in heaven and earth, the greatness of life, died tragic. The great and tragic are not the noisy, boiling and publicity, but rather silence. The sunrise rises from the dawn of the dawn, and the sunset faded from the dusk of the evening. Silence gave birth to a life, silence and swallowed a life. No, silence will not give birth to life, silence will not devour life. life