天上土黄色,地上土黄色。只要风一吹,人们无处躲。这就是沙尘暴。一个星期天的早晨,我一拉开窗帘不禁让我大吃一惊,看到外面的天空已不再像以前那样蔚蓝,阳光已不再像以前那样明媚。远处的那些高楼大厦像海市蜃楼一样隐隐约约。在沙尘暴的影响下,楼内的人都点着灯为自己照明。 Heavenly soil yellow, earthy yellow. As long as the wind blows, people have nowhere to hide. This is a sandstorm. One Sunday morning, as soon as I opened the curtains, I was amazed to see that the sky outside was no longer as blue as before, and the sun was no longer as bright as it used to be. Those tall buildings in the distance are as vague as the mirage. Under the influence of sandstorms, people in the building lit their own lamps.