风沙很大,飞驰的沙砾割破我的额头,撞裂了我的瞳孔。日光俯冲下来,击碎了柏油路上的车辙,为路面镀上了一层锃亮的铠甲。地面蒸腾的热气腐蚀着我的神经,我甚至闻到了脚下登山鞋底散发出的焦煳味道。而我就是在这天,遇见夏明夕的。那是我在新疆待的最后一天,也是我西部之旅的终结。我没想到,在我本以为将要结束了的奇迹里,遇到了真正的奇迹。 A large sand, speeding gravel cut my forehead, cracked my pupil. Daylight diving down, crushing the rut on the asphalt road, the road was coated with a layer of shiny armor. The steaming ground heat corrupted my nerves, and I even smelled the fiery scent of the mountaineering soles at my feet. And I was on this day, met Xia Ming Xi. That was the last day I was in Xinjiang and the end of my journey to the west. I did not realize that I met a real miracle in the miracle I thought I was about to end.