胡杨树一种远古经年的树,一种不屈不挠的生命力,一个不朽的灵魂。头顶灼人的烈日,脚踏滚烫的大地,遥望无垠的天际线,你依然生机勃勃、绝世独立,仿佛是为了曾经许下的承诺,亿万年的磨练升华为一种图腾,守望着这片片黄沙,守望着亘古的苍茫和寂寞。噢,胡杨树!我不知是命运的安排,还是你自己的一厢 Populus euphratica is an ancient tree, a kind of indomitable vitality, an immortal soul. Burning scorching sun overhead, hot rolling foot, overlooking the boundless skyline, you are still vibrant, peerless independence, as if for a promise promised, hundreds of millions of years of refinement sublimated into a kind of totem, keep watching this Sand piece of film, watch the vastness of the ancient and lonely. Oh, Populus! I do not know the fate of the arrangements, or your own box