那是1999年的春天,风呼啸着吹过寂寞的荒原,遒劲而有力,仿佛要把大地生生吹出一道口子,厚重的黄土毫不避讳的将身体裸露在外,爷爷说,世间一切终将归于尘土。他说这句话的时候,眼光深邃的让人望不到底。红红的日头沉沉的垂在西天,也许是它疲惫了,也许是叫嚣的狂风掩盖了它的凌厉。天与地之间仿佛也多了一条明显的界限,那界限让你相信只要坚持不懈地走下去 It was the spring of 1999. The wind whistled and blew through the lonely wasteland, energetic and energetic, as if to blow a hole in the earth’s life. The heavy loess uncovered its body without any hesitation. Grandpa said that all things in the world will eventually come to the dust . When he said these words, deep-seated people can not see the bottom line. The red sun drooped in the West, perhaps it is exhausted, perhaps the clamor of the wind hid its fierce. There seems to be an obvious line between heaven and earth, and the boundaries allow you to believe that as long as you persevere