“现在快晚上七点半了,车子前方一片光明,后方已披上夜幕,我们一路向西,追着太阳跑,我们就像是逐日的夸父。”这是我在刚到甘肃的时候在大巴上写下的一段话。那时满目是层层叠叠的山峦,它们灰黄一片,不像江南秀丽的小丘陵那般绿意盎然、生机勃勃,可它们有着别具一格、动人心魄的美——苍凉、雄浑、粗犷。连绵不绝的,是天际与田野的分界线。远处的祁连山脉一如两千多年前那样,静静地雄踞在那条曾 “Now nearly half past seven at night, the car was a bright front, the rear has been put on the night, we are all the way west, chasing the sun, we are like daily Kuafu. ” This is my first arrived in Gansu When the bus wrote a passage. At that time, the mountains were covered with layers of gray and yellow, which were not as green and vibrant as the small hills in the south of the Yangtze River. However, they had unique and moving beauty - desolation, vigorousness and ruggedness. Unbroken, is the dividing line between the sky and the field. In the distant Qilian Mountains, just as it was two thousand years ago, it quietly dominated the area