大漠紧紧拥着我,那不是爱的表达,是死亡的威胁,已超过亿万年,始于沧海桑田的魔幻。环境磨砺我的韧度和胸怀。干旱、风沙、埋葬、刀劈,死对头成了好伙伴。没有干旱,我的生命怎会如此顽强;没有风沙,我的神采怎会如此飞扬;没有埋葬,我的绿叶怎会如此青翠;没有刀劈,我的身躯怎会如此沧桑。我,不是孤魂野鬼。我有成千上万个兄 The desert hugged me tightly. That was not the expression of love. It was the threat of death. It surpassed hundreds of millions of years and began with the magic of the sea. Environment touches my tenacity and mind. Drought, sandstorm, burial, knife-splitting, rival became good partners. Without droughts, how can my life be so stubborn; without sand, how can my spirit so fly; Without my burial, how can my green leaves be so green; Without my sword, how can my body be so vicious. Me, not a ghost. I have thousands of brothers