我,行走在戈壁。这是动人心魄的戈壁,满眼空旷的沉寂,辽阔的悲壮,诗意的苍凉。旷远的天空,缥缈的白云在远方隐隐约约、若有若无。零乱的线条仿佛在人的一呼一吸之间轻微浮动,纯净的色彩仿佛在太阳的耀眼白光下闪烁,这是一幅富有动感的画面。灰褐色的石块,是戈壁上层层叠叠的斑点,似乎还残留着历史的痕迹。一阵风吹来,戈壁的面孔严肃得令人惶恐,又令人神往,令人渴望探索神秘的 I, walking in the Gobi. This is a moving Gobi, full of empty silence, vast tragedy, poetic desolation. The sky far away, the white clouds are faint in the distance, if they are not there. The messy lines seem to float slightly between people’s breaths and breaths. The pure colors appear to flicker under the dazzling white light of the sun. This is a dynamic picture. Gray-brown stones are the upper layers of the gobi, and it seems that there are still traces of history. A gust of wind blew the face of Gobi’s face so terribly alarming and fascinating that he was eager to explore the mysterious