凄厉的寒风拨弄着干枯发黄的野草,乌鸦站在嶙峋的枝头久久地长鸣,天沉沉地,压得人原本枯燥的心灵更加不快。如同一块沉甸甸的巨石,长住心中。浑浊的湖水漂着一两块不知名的废渣。我仿佛置身于罗布泊的边缘,任由呼啸的寒风在我的耳畔肆意地嚎 The cold wind blew dry withered yellow weeds, crows stand in the grubby branches of a long time to sobs, the day is heavy, the pressure of the original boring soul even more unpleasant. Like a heavy boulder, live in my heart. Turbid lake floated one or two unknown waste. I feel like being on the edge of Lop Nur, whistling by the whistling cold wind in my ears howling