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沧桑的驼铃摇响了跋涉者的旅途。凄凉的风从落日之间扬起纤长的遐思,悠悠地在脚印间飘动。此时,有一只宿鸟在枯枝上悲鸣,似在忆叙:
The vicissitudes of the camel bell rocked the journey of the trekkers. The bleak winds lifted the long thoughts between the sunsets and drifted between the footprints. At this time, there is a bird that mourns on a dry branch, as if it is a memoir: