我看胡杨,胡杨在动。胡杨看我,我在动。原来我俩相立在风中。风,变幻无常。忽儿漫天盖地,飞沙走石,天地一片弥漫,大有淹没世界之势。忽儿清风习习,悄然流淌,潺潺中溢满了温馨,犹如一杯浓香的美酒在陶醉着天地。风中的我看胡杨。胡杨很老,是百年古树。在滚滚黄沙的戈壁大漠中,它傲然挺立着,默然迎风而舞。它的舞姿别有一番风韵,每一个动作都挥洒着诗 I see Populus, Populus in motion. Populus look at me, I am moving. The two of us stood in the wind. Wind, fickleness. Suddenly all over the sky, Feishazushan, a diffuse world, a lot of submerged the world trend. Hourglass breeze practice, quietly flowing, babbling overflowing with warmth, like a glass of fragrant wine in the world intoxicated. I see Populus in the wind. Populus is very old, is a hundred years old trees. Gobi Desert in the rolling yellow sand, it proudly stand, silently windward dance. Do not have a dance of its charm, every action is playing with poetry