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Taklamakan is not a sea of ​​death.When the last rider was crushed by the tank, all the sand brushed like horsehair.The sand dunes are connected to the sand dunes, and the sand dunes are getting higher and higher. The sand dunes are running, and they are golden and golden, catching up with the sun.The sun retreated into the sky, and the sky became wider.The golden wild horses screamed wildly and forced the mountains to retreat. The Kunlun Mountains and the Tianshan Mountains gave way to the sky. The mountain jumped onto the horse's back all of a sudden, undulating majesticly.More and more mountains leaped onto horseback, more and more sand and pasture trembled like a horse's mane, the mountains rising from the Pamirs were blocked by the Black Sea in the Caucasus, no matter how fast the horses were, they would always be swept away by the sea block.

The Black Sea is by no means a place of burial for riders. The Black Sea had just swallowed a rider that day, and the rider's big gray horse was swallowed too.From that day on, the waves began to make a sound like a horse's mane, and from that day on, the waves were stained with a strange light by the blood of the rider.The sea waves are surging and rushing towards the land, and the land roars angrily.The land was sinking, creaking like a broken ship, and the mountains towering like masts had become more violent waves, roaring towards them.The land collapsed completely, and the broken pieces floated on the rolling waves, and were quickly washed towards the shallows. The sea was vast and flat, and it undulated fiercely in the flat. It was difficult to see the valleys of the waves, and more of them kept rising The sea is as vast as a platform.

The sea water is gray-blue, and the sea water is bright and delicious. The rider returned to the shining dew, and returned to the Qilian Mountain Shenma Valley.What a dewdrop of despair!The boundless dry plateau and the bare mountains are barren of grass, and the only thing that comforts him is the sky.He stood on the cliff and looked up at the sky for many years.When the dry plateau became the sea, he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and kept silent; when the Qilian Mountains became a herd of galloping horses, he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and kept silent until he left Shenma Valley. The Imam did not ask him what he saw .The great imam didn't even give him the scriptures.When he walked out of the crowded dry plateau and the undulating bald mountains, he did hear a solemn and solemn voice: When the ancient sea surged and splashed towards us, I picked up the dewdrops of love.

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