是东亚细亚。东亚细亚的腹地,一派空旷辽远、触目惊心的苍黄。亿万斯年,谁能说清从哪一刻起,不分季节、不分昼夜、不知疲倦的西风带,就开始施展它的法力?塔克拉玛干,古尔班通古特,巴丹吉林,乌兰布合……还有,腾格里。这些个神秘的荒漠啊,一股脑儿地,被那股精血旺盛到近乎粗野的雄风卷扬而起,向秦岭北麓的盆地倾压过来。漫空里都是黄色的粉尘。 Is Asia. The hinterland of East Asia, a group of far and away, shocking pale yellow. In the billionth year, who can tell us from which moment, regardless of season, day and night, tireless westerly band began to exert its magic? Taklamakan, Gurbantunggut, Badain Jaran, Ulan Buh ... ... There, Teng Gerry. These mysterious desert ah, all of a sudden, that kind of fine blood to nearly brutal glory and glory, pouring over to the Qinling Mountains basin. The sky is yellow dust.