天与地之间异常寥廓,风从远方呼啸而过,分不清脚下是寂寥的荒原抑或是嶙峋的碎石。那是一场盛大的落日,恢弘得仿佛一幕葬礼。那样的落日似乎就应该属于这里。两道自西向东的水泥路间夹着冗长的河流,绯红色的日轮兀自徐徐地浸入水中,染红了半边苍穹和天之尽头袅袅的炊烟。 Anomalous boundless between heaven and earth, the wind whistled from afar, can not tell the foot of the lonely wasteland or rubble gravel. It was a grand sunset, as grand as a funeral scene. It seems that such a sunset should belong here. Between the two west-to-east cement clutching the long river crimson day wheel slowly immersed in the water, dyed half of the sky and the sky at the end of curl smoke.