怀着如朝圣一般神圣的敬仰,我踏上了库热力边防派出所的征程。走出一段错综的乡间小径,汽车驶进了与天地相接的戈壁,城市的繁华瞬间被抛在车后。漫漫戈壁,满目是比拳头大的鹅卵石,时而有被车轮碾起的石子打在窗上,砰砰作响。车上的人都沉默无语,看着车外浩无边际的戈壁,似乎都在等待戈壁的尽头,等待一个孕育生命的希望。 With a sacred admiration as a pilgrimage, I embarked on a journey to Kuwait’s border police station. Out of a section of intricate country trails, the car drove into the Gobi with the world, the city’s bustling moment was thrown behind the car. Long Gobi, everywhere is larger than the fist pebbles, and sometimes by the wheel of the stone crushed on the window, bang. Car people are silent, looking at the vast expanse of the car outside the Gobi seems to be waiting for the end of the Gobi, waiting for a birth of hope.