穿过丝绸之路边塞或者放逐,这些词都透露着苍凉悲怆,甚至于无限期的绝望。风吹石头跑的不毛之地是生命的葬身祭台。应该有眼泪吧,或者泣血,遥遥无期地等待。一滩无名的白骨,一团影影绰绰的鬼火,晴空而起的莫名的龙卷风,鬼哭狼嚎的山风……如果这些还不够的话,那就是无边的大、无边的消逝。月亮就如焉支姑娘的银饰,被黑夜打磨得银光闪闪。马蹄声渐远,不用山环路转,路一直空空如也。过姑藏过硖口过甘州肃州,出 Crossing the Silk Road to the frontier or exile, these words reveal the desolation and despair, even indefinitely. It is the sacrificial altar of life, where the wind and the stones run. There should be tears, or blood, waiting in the foreseeable future. A beach of unknown bones, a group of Yingjiuhuo the ghost fire, the clear sky and the inexplicable tornado, howling mountain ghosts ... ... If these are not enough, then it is boundless, boundless disappear. The moon is like Yan girl’s silverware, polished by the night was shiny silver. Horseshoe sound further away, not ring road, the road has been empty. Guo had hidden over the mouth of Ganzhou Prefecture, out