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太阳快要滑到山底的时候,我才找到他。初秋的黄昏,略微有一丝凉意,殷红色的晚霞倒映在翻卷的阿木尔河里,愈发显得凝重。他静静地站在笔直的加漠公路上,习惯地背着手,一副胸有成竹的样子。那矮小、瘦弱的身躯,看上去像一株纤弱的“小草”。
When the sun slipped to the bottom of the mountain, I found him. Early autumn dusk, a slight cool, Yin red sunset reflected in the winding Amur River, more and more dignified. He quietly stood on the straight desert highway, habitually carrying his hand, a well-thought-out look. That short, thin body, looks like a delicate “grass”.