十月的北国已经开始风干所有的繁盛,深蓝的天空裹挟着苍黄的大地,仿佛是对所有生灵的最后献礼。萧瑟,已纹路在这片苍茫大地。就在她昂扬的一隅,却闪耀着一道血红般的光芒。那扬翅的丹顶鹤仿佛是最后的舞者,极尽舒展的雪白身姿,在秋日冷峻的阳光下,面朝着无尽的红海滩,似乎在汲取这沃野不竭的力量, The northern nation of October has begun to air-dry all the prosperous, dark blue sky that bears the gigantic earth as if it is the final tribute to all creatures. Bleak, lines have been in this vast land. Just in her high corner, but shining a red light. That winged red-crowned crane seems to be the last dancer, stretching the snow-white posture, in the cold autumn sun, facing the endless red beach, seems to learn from this inexhaustible power,