风之旋律风来了,云朵也开始游走,把阳光的牵挂掀开,苍蓝色的天穹,光芒之下,风轮的时光在低吟浅唱,叶片清响。一曲曲相思,一缕缕温暖,江南远行客,把三千痴情遗落在这风吹的季节,心动他乡。眺望远处,戈壁滩上塔架林立,银白色的风车群轻舒长臂,迎风旋转,拨动着人们心底的琴弦,与阳光洒落的音符碰撞。于是, The wind of the wind came, the clouds began to walk, the sun’s care opened, blue sky, under the light, the wind round the time in the singing, the leaves Qing Qing. A song of Acacia, a plume of warmth, Jiangnan travel passengers, the three thousand lovesickness left in the wind blowing season, heart. Looking out into the distance, the towers of the Gobi Desert are lined with silhouetted silversmiths, which revolve in the windward direction and strike the strings at the heart of people, colliding with the notes falling on the sun. then,