一场大雨之后,我站在河的桥上,期待汹涌的洪流,向我,向着无际的戈壁,凶恶地扑来。河床里黑青的石头,他们暗哑的生命,也渴望瞬间的滋润。石头的歌唱和行动都不能少了水,他们静默的生命的弦,在新疆这样的土地上,只有风和水能拨响。在这里,没有风,只有水。我从早晨站到中午,从中午 After a heavy rain, I stood on the bridge of the river, looking forward to the turbulent torrent, rushed to me, fiercely toward the boundless Gobi. Dark green stone bed, their dull life, but also eager to instant moisture. There is no shortage of water in the singing and action of the stones, and the strings of their silent lives, in the land of Xinjiang, only the wind and water can sooth. There is no wind here, only water. I stand until noon from morning, from noon