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大漠上的铃声依旧悠扬骆驼的头低了下来也许它在想为什么自己脖子上忽然多了一个总是“叮叮当当”响的东西黄昏,黄昏前。阳明明舔舔干涸的嘴唇,烈日现在仍然在他头顶上。沙漠的太阳永远像缠绵的情人一样炙热,即便已经黄昏。阳明明无力地坐了下来。半个时辰后,他已经不愿意再用舌头去舔嘴唇。因为嘴唇已经干裂得像最粗糙的沙砾。无论如何,舌头总还是柔软的。这样柔软的舌头,应该去喝美酒或者去亲吻一个喜欢的女孩子。
The bells on the desert still hovered over the head of the camel. Perhaps it was wondering why there was suddenly something on the neck that was always “drumbling” in the dusk, before dusk. The lips of Yang Ming and Yu Ming are dry. The hot sun is still on top of him. The desert sun is always hot like a lingering lover, even if it is dusk. Yang Mingming sat down weakly. After half an hour, he was reluctant to use his tongue to lick his lips. Because the lips have cracked like the roughest gravel. In any case, the tongue is always soft. Such a soft tongue should go to drink wine or kiss a favorite girl.