车子疾跑在通往南疆的高速公路上,笔直而平整的公路两旁是同样平整而一望无垠的戈壁,寂静旷野里响起的只有呼呼的风声和发动机沉闷的轰鸣声。车窗外的荒漠四下里绵延开去,似乎隔着窗玻璃,也能闻到这四野里的风沙气息。天山在视野的尽头突兀地立着,那更像是一幅巨型的油画,在层层叠叠的群山之上隐隐地露着一块白色,我知道,那是雪线以上的冰峰。天空中没有飞鸟的痕迹,云朵是撕碎的棉花糖,小块、大块地四处随意抛 The car sprinted on the expressway leading to southern Xinjiang. On both sides of the straight and flat road, there was an equally flat and unarguably Gobi. Only the screaming wind and the boring roar of the engine rang in the silent wilderness. The desert outside the window of the car stretched out and it seemed to be able to smell the wind and sand in these four fields across the window glass. The Tianshan Mountain stands at the far end of the horizon. It is more like a giant oil painting. There is a white layer of whiteness on top of the mountains. I know that it is the ice peak above the snow line. There are no traces of birds in the sky. The clouds are shredded marshmallows. Small pieces and large pieces of land are randomly thrown around.