The sky is full of wind and sand, and the Gobi is vast.

The eyes are all golden, and there is no trace of green.

The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected in the endless yellow sand.

Wang Haotian couldn't help but have a poem in his mind.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

When I was a child, I didn't know what kind of picture this poem described.

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Chapter 883 of "The First Supreme of the City" The Red Armor Scorpion is here and is hitting it in his hand, please wait a moment,

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