At a glance, everywhere is a monotonous yellow, not even a tree, the vastness of the desert makes each of us feel tired, as if never go out. Near noon, the sun rose high, high, high, sunny desert straight smoke. We get off the car to rest, set up a cool tent, but the sand is hot, so we stand is not sitting is not. For the first time, I felt the horror of the desert. At a glance, everywhere is a monotonous yellow, not even a tree, the vastness of the desert makes every one of us feel tired, as if never go out like.
The boundless sea of sand, dotted with clumps of trees, that is the sand willow. That clump of sand willow, to the original silent sand sea injected the vigor of life. In order to survive in the desert in the lack of water, the sand willow by virtue of their tenacity, the roots are y rooted in the sand, up to dozens of meters long, has been extended to the place where there is a water source. Here, once life is created, it is difficult to die out, because the hard environment, often can nurture great and tenacious life. We later arrived in the middle of the Taklamakan Desert. By this time, the temperature had also risen to 45 degrees Celsius. Ah! What a surprise, the endless sand is all golden yellow, a sand mountain, as if a beautiful building, beautiful!
The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, here in addition to the blue and yellow, can no longer see other colors. The desert is a whirlwind, a stream of a stream, the yellow sand rolled up high, like a big smoke rising from the ground, spinning in the desert run. Desert everywhere heat wave, as if burning a blazing fire, visitors will feel the heat, instant sweating, hot air spare body, giving people a feeling of being in a sauna. Near dusk, the desert in front of him presents a golden color, countless channels of sand and rocks rising folds such as solidified waves, has been extended to the distant golden horizon.
Suddenly, in the distance, a diffuse yellow sand into my eyes, farther away is the rolling hills, but also by the clear color of the yellow sand piled up, here is the world of yellow sand, yellow sand of the sea, the sheer yellow sand and the sky connected, simply can not imagine where is the end of the sand! Vast desert, dead silent sea of sand. Majestic, silent, slate face, always give you a monotonous color: yellow, yellow, always burning yellow. As if nature here to the raging waves, rows of angry waves, momentarily solidified, so that it will always be still. Ah, see you, the Northwest Desert, the boundless yellow sand spread in this boundless land, by your exhaustion of the eye to seek ah, but also can not see a trace of green, no gurgling water, no towering mountains?