Spring Translation in Gobi Desert

Beijing in late April is a good season for a hundred flowers to blossom. But in the Gobi desert, spring is still far away. As soon as I got out of Jia Yuguan, I could see endless yellow sand, only a clump of it, showing a little spring. The whirlwind, or around the string, rises much higher, just like the sand in the desert has been leveled, dragging it down. With the wind, snow fluttered in the bad weather, and next to the southwest of the Gobi desert was the undulating Qilian Mountain, which was constantly covered with snow-capped mountains.

But no matter where you go, how remote and desolate you are, you will see the miracle that our people have created for our motherland. On the Gobi desert, in this country, we came to the desert from all the people who drilled oil from underground and built an "oil city". This is not my Yumen. Don't believe that you are standing on the mountain. In my eyes, a touch of light on the Gobi is closer than the stars. The red light will shine. You will admire in your heart and say, "What a wonderful place! Just like in the desert? "

But we are still in the desert. Every brick, every stone, every drop of oil and the sweat of our people are hidden in our people's lives. We must thank those geological exploration teams. In order to continue their search for the motherland, they rode camels, took oil and food, and took yurts deep into the desolate desert, and how many days would it take them to meet someone. Only in the desolate mountains, sometimes they confront their anxiety and surprise.