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朋友送我一幅油画,一幅以古堡和沙漠为内容的画卷。一座残留着历史韵味的大古堡静矗在大漠,如一座山似的巍峨不动,营造出一种肃穆、神秘的气氛。凛冽的风带着清冷,兀自勾勒出冷清的形象;大漠孤烟,长河落日,在一种凄冷中对峙。须臾,皓月当空,似一块被人磨圆润的玉璞,向四下里播撒如银的光辉,割破黑暗,划过苍凉。长空雁鸣,撒落无端的窸窣幽叹,似平在嘲弄这个寥落凄然的世道。
The friend sent me an oil painting, a picture of the castle and the desert. A remnant of the old castle, which is full of historical charm, is quiet in the desert, and it is like a mountain. It creates a solemn, mysterious atmosphere. The chilly wind blew with coldness, and the image of deserted self was drawn; the solitary smoke in the desert, the setting sun overwhelmed, and confrontation in a chilling cold. When the moon shines like a piece of jade that has been well-grounded, it spreads the glory of silver like this, cuts the darkness, and passes through the desolation. In the sky, the geese whistled and sighed in disbelief. It seemed to flatter the depravity of the world.