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飞机在超越人类所能仰望到的高度上飞行。透过舷窗向外看,除了刺目的蓝,就只有无尽的荒凉。一个小时,两个小时,三个小时,时间在推移,可空间似乎走入了迷途,万年不迭。我原以为,西北是属于苍凉与悲壮的世界。我在荒凉中流浪,在流浪里疗伤。风沙摧残了我的灵魂,天山的冰雪又将我修复到最坚固的状态。就这样,白天顶着烈日,晚上忍着寒风,日复一日,在孤飞机在超越人过舷窗向外看,除一个小时,两个小似乎走入了迷途,万我原以为,西我在荒凉中流的灵魂,天山的冰这样,白天顶着烈
The plane flies beyond what human beings can look up to. Looking out through the porthole, except for the glaring blue, there is only endless desolation. An hour, two hours, three hours, the passage of time, space seems to have gone into a lost, thousands of years. I thought that the northwest belongs to the desolate and tragic world. I wander in desolation, heal in the stray. The wind and sand destroyed my soul, and the snow in Tianshan repaired me to the most solid state. In this way, the day under the scorching sun, at night endured the cold, day after day, in a solitary plane beyond the porthole look out, except an hour, two small seems to have gone astray, I thought, West I am in desolation, the soul of the soul of the Tianshan ice so intense during the day