When the leisurely white clouds are torn by the dry and dry wind, they become scattered feathers.

When the vast sand sea is decorated with occasional camel bells, it is decorated with vicissitudes of ancient paintings.

When the suffering body is beaten into a head by a sharp thunder

When the ghost of the scorpion is smashed into the golden sand by the moonlight

We finally heard that it was the most tragic melody in the world of symphony.

Looking back, a piece of prosperity and glory, a piece of ancient civilization in the illusion of neon painting, intertwined, reverberating. The former home was the Populus euphratica and the golden wheat waves.

Once, there was a lonely old man resting under his shade. He witnessed how a once-famous Loulan ancient country disappeared in the long river of history. He will never forget that the sin of mankind has caused his friends to fall one by one. It is the sin of mankind that makes the harmonious scene of "the wind and the grass see the cows and sheep" disappeared!

The sky is dark, the sand is flying, the life is immortal for three thousand years, and his perseverance and tragic blood like red blood are cast into the annual ring of life. The night's quicksand ruthlessly penetrated the last broken vicissitude of Populus euphratica.

He only had silence, and he endured the pain of the flesh. He shouted in the heart and shouted, but he was sobbing helplessly.

He stood naked in the desert, and the dry branches struggled to reach the blue sky and prayed desperately! But what is he praying for? Is it praying for human protection or praying for a long life cycle of three thousand years?

Three thousand years of waiting, the pain of three thousand years finally fell desperately in the silent sob.

The third day: the flow of years