八月的塔里木盆地骄阳似火。车里的空调已经开到最大,呼哧呼哧地直喘。司机巴里有点沉不住气了,他回头问:“你们真的一定要去那个鬼地方?”小曼“啪”的一下合上手中的日记本,干脆利落地说:“是,我们就是要去那个鬼地方。”我瞄了她一眼,这两天小曼的表现有些失常。新疆一个月的游程中她一直有说有笑,但进入南疆沙漠以 The Tarim Basin in August is hot. The car’s air-conditioning has opened to the maximum, Hu Zhuan Zhubi Zhichuan. Barry, the driver, was a little overwhelmed, and he turned to ask: “Do you really want to go to that ghost place?” “Little Man,” “snap,” and close the diary in hand, simply and neatly: Yes, we are going to that ghost place. “” I glanced at her, Xiaoman performance over the past two days some erratic. She has been laughing and joking in Xinjiang’s one-month run, but she enters the desert in southern Xinjiang