Thoughts on desert boundary in composition

Clouds in the sky are light and idle, and curtains are opened at night. Moonlight clouds, spring night thoughts.

In the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warbler flies in March. Wearing a light blue silk skirt and listening to the song "Complaining Willow", I quietly leaned against the window, enjoying the smoke in the desert, feeling the lingering lingering feeling, and couldn't help thinking about it.

The desert contains history, and I don't know how many poems of literati are filled.

The desert always gives people a mysterious feeling. Sandstorm, camels, blue sky, oasis and desert constitute a beautiful and mysterious picture. The yellow grass under the blue sky, the gradual change of this color, has a more vitality than the blue sky, white clouds and green grass.

In my dream, I vaguely see the images of the sunset, yellow sand, white snow, Populus euphratica, Qiangdi melodious and lonely, and the vigorous desert! Soft warmth immediately stirred in my heart like a swing, and a yearning and yearning seemed to give it wings and fly with the dreamland in my dream. ...

As a daughter of Jiangnan, I deeply love my hometown in Jiangnan. I appreciate and yearn for the ancient vicissitudes of the desert. They will always be my unforgettable and distant direction! In my dream, I found myself in Helan Mountain, watching the west wind cut by lingering thoughts last night. I found him in the northern country beyond the Great Wall, and the bright moon was thin and bent because of sorrow in Qin Dynasty. I found him in the sunset near the desert, and I found him at the time station.

However, I am full of hope and eager to see him, but I have been prolonged again and again by ruthless years, but this mood will never change. However, my wish to go to the western regions has never been realized because of secular things.

It was not until last summer that I finally had time to go out. I set out from the ancient city of Xi 'an to explore the ancient Silk Road. It seems that the sound of Qiangdi is always in my ear. ...

The scenery is close at hand, and the heavy cultural history makes Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Spring look strange. The snow in June, the snow lotus holy land in Tianshan Mountain, the ancient waterwheel on the Yellow River, the sweet grapes in Turpan, the ancient camel bell swaying for thousands of years, the beautiful girl in Dabancheng, a brand-new city. ...

The car entered the desert, and in the evening, there was a Populus euphratica field. The soul living in the desert, set up a tent to rest by the forest. Deserts need meditation to read. When the setting sun shines obliquely on the ground, it is golden yellow. The desolate beauty of the desert shocked and surprised me when I was born in the south! The car stopped in the Populus euphratica forest, and our hearts and souls stopped in the golden sunset and desert smoke. ...

When the sun sets in the desert, there are camel thorns in the sand, long winds blowing and blue waves rippling. Looking at the lonely mountain in the distance, the stars are scattered. In the dark, my soul and thoughts float with the smoke in this lonely and dark desert. ...

The hazy lonely mountain in the distance seems to be a few bonfires burning, and drums and hooves are echoing. With the wanton cold wind, yellow sand is flying all over the sky, and black beacon smoke rises. ...