它等了很久。在凝滞的空气中,它躺着,干裂的皮肤暴露在空气中。它是一片土地,曾经在黄河水奔腾之下的土地。它知道,它在等什么。它不知道,它等的东西是否会来。神经被狠狠地蜇了一下,空气被吓得哆嗦了。它感受到了来自西部的力量与北部的沙土的气息。潮来了。血管充斥着很久不曾有的新鲜。它尽力伸展手臂,迎接着奔腾而来的潮水。潮终于流淌到它身上了,它抬头仰望这潮。这水 It waited a long time. In stagnant air, it lay and the cracked skin was exposed to the air. It is a piece of land that used to land under the Yellow River water. It knows what it is waiting for. It does not know if it will wait for something to come. The nerves were severely stung a bit, the air was scared shiver. It felt the power of the west and the smell of sand in the north. The tide is coming. Blood vessels are filled with fresh for a long time. It tried its best to stretch its arm to meet the tide of the Pentium. Tide finally flowing to it, and it looked up at this tide. This water