8月,正是流火的季节。素以火洲著称的吐鲁番鄯善盆地,宛若一口蒸锅,热气逼人。绵亘的火焰山,像一条浮躁不安的火龙,抖起遍体赤色的鳞甲,终日烟霭不绝。太阳把方圆百里的沙砾炙烤得毛驴儿不敢落蹄。人早已热得喘不过气来,额上渗出的汗珠子不待用手抹,就被热风吸干了。然而,沿火焰山向东延伸的绿野平畴,珍珠似的葡萄串儿和硕圆的甜瓜却裸露出来,任凭火辣辣的太阳往熟里晒,盆地里溢满了葡萄的芬芳和 August, it is the flow of fire season. Turpan, known as the fire Chau Shanshan basin, like a steamer, heat pressing. Flaming Mountains, like a phobia fire dragon, shake red scales all over the body, all day endless mist. The sun grinds the radius of a hundred miles of gravel to donkeys. People have been too hot to breathe, the amount of sweat beads oozed out by hand wipe, it was hot air sucked dry. However, the green fields, the pearl-like grape clusters, and the large round melons that extend eastward along Flaming Mountain are barely exposed, leaving the hot sun to soak in the sun that the basin overflows with the fragrance of the grapes and