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扫视着桌子上陈列的一排纪念品,我的目光定在了一瓶沙子上。这是从敦煌鸣沙山带回来的,沙子又细又柔软,当你捧起细沙,它便会从你指尖悄无声息地溜走。我看着这瓶沙子,记忆回到了去鸣沙山的那天。那天凌晨四点,太阳还在睡觉,月亮却已经被我们的动静惊醒,用尽全力散发出微弱但已经可以让人看清楚轮廓的光亮。我们一行人出发去鸣沙山看日出,骑骆驼!显然没有充足的睡眠是不行的,车上充满
Glancing at a row of souvenirs on the table, my eyes settled on a bottle of sand. This is brought back from Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang. The sand is thin and soft. When you lift the fine sand, it slips silently away from your fingertips. I looked at this bottle of sand, remember the day went back to Mingsha. Four o’clock that day, the sun is still sleeping, but the moon has been awakened by our movement, exhausted to emit a faint but can make people see the outline of the light. We set out to go to Mingsha Shan pedestrians to see the sunrise, riding a camel! Clearly not enough sleep is not enough, the car is full