疾风,狂沙,一片昏黄。和亲的路,都蜿蜒在这样连绵不尽的荒凉之中。前方是茫茫的大漠,身后是难舍的故土,耳边还依稀萦绕着昨日的辉煌,昭君茫然了。夕阳西下,残阳似血,黑的阴霾像洪水一般涌来。很快的．天际就只剩下最后一抹红云,像一道掺了泪的血痕,在昭君的 Blast, mad sand, a dim yellow. The pro-Roads are all in such endless desolation. In front of the desert is ambiguous, behind him is the homeland of the hardships, the ears still vaguely lingered yesterday’s glory, Zhaojun stunned. The sun sets, the sun is like blood, and the dark haze floods like a flood. quickly. There is only the last red cloud left on the sky, like a trace of blood with tears, in Zhaojun’s