进入 我们是在一天深夜的两点钟,进入罗布泊古湖盆的。这里月光暗淡,瘴气缭绕,如同鬼域。我们在一座雅丹下拉开帐篷扎营。眼前的罗布泊,像我在青岛、在大连、在秦皇岛那里见到的真正的海一样,颜色是蔚蓝色的,波涛汹涌,一个一个的大浪头浪浪相叠,直向我涌来。眼前的大海,莽莽苍苍,直铺天际。我的左手和右手,是清晰的海岸线,像括弧一样。 Into us is at two o’clock in the middle of the night, into the Lop Nur lake basin. Here the moonlight bleak, gaudy, like a ghost town. We drew tent camp under a Jadin. The immediate Lop Nur, like the real sea I saw in Qingdao, in Dalian, and in Qinhuangdao, was blue, choppy, and the wave of waves one after another came straight to me. In front of the sea, vast gray, straight shop horizon. My left and right hand are clear coastlines, like brackets.