风声多于牧歌的地方苍茫大野中的铁千里克,这风声多于牧歌的地方,鹰啸一声声,天穹滴沥。背靠四季,那些绿洲的耕者,年年月月,与孤独的胡杨与骆驼刺,毗邻而居。我看见,依恋响亮的阳光,不择水土,一些传统的农作物,长势良好。而胡杨树与夜莺们,于古楼兰之侧栩栩如生——潮海之星,使跋涉者的目光,燃起遍地相思。饱经沧桑,优秀的耕者们,曾经伫立于古 More wind than the pastoral areas vast Iron Ore in the Wild, the wind more than the place where the pastoral, Ying Xiao whistle, the sky drop Lek. Back to the four seasons, those oases who, year after year, with lonely poplar and camel thorn, adjacent to. I see that attachment to loud sun, unscrupulous, some traditional crops, growing well. The poplar trees and nightingales who, in the side of the ancient Loulan lifelike - Chaohai Star, the trekkers eyes, ignited Acacia everywhere. Experienced by the vicissitudes of life, outstanding cultivators who once stood in ancient times