一这亘古未变,旱得冒烟的荒漠、戈壁,究竟何时呈现出这样一片令我动容、含情的水域?它层层泛起的涟漪,多像我的柳笛——水墨丹青的翎羽;它轻轻滤出的风,多像我的柳笛——温馨娇柔的呼吸。难道,它就是阿爸、阿妈一遍又一遍,夜夜梦见、天天念及的那个美轮美奂的传说?关于我的祖先——准噶尔翼龙,关于我的故土——神州大地……浩波如烟的浪里,繁花似锦的水堤,不知不觉,竟让我把转场、迁徙的时间忘记。多少 A timeless, dry, smoky desert, the Gobi, when did it show such a moving, affectionate waters? Its layers of ripples, much like my Willow - Ink blue Feather; it gently filtered out the wind, more like my willow flute - warm and delicate breathing. Is it Dad, grandmother over and over again and again, night dreaming, every day to read about that magnificent legend? About my ancestors - Junggar pterosaurs, on my homeland - Divine Land ...... Haobo waves of smoke, the blossoming water embankment, unwittingly, actually let me change the field, the time of migration forget. How many