Ending the journey of the Kuqa Grand Canyon, I came to the road and quietly waited for the next car that could take me west. Finally, a truck pulling the stone stopped and asked the destination to go to Hotan. I went to the car without hesitation, so I came to the desert road of Taklimakan, the car was crushed with the thirsty Gobi, and the desert was shrouded in the blue sky. The sloppy sloping grass slouched on the gravel, swinging the petite body down the wind. There are a few thin camel thorns that are almost burnt by the hot sun. The sand dates are licking the back of the malnutrition, and everything looks so desolate and lonely. The northwest wind was wrapped in broken sand and swept in the wilderness, and the life was so fragile here. , a huge body of Populus euphratica came into view, my heart swayed. That piece of Populus euphratica, some live, some die, but some are still dead. Born, born high, dead, dead and tragic. Ah, the blue sky, the yellow sand, the brown trunk, the shackled branches, the beautiful crown of red and yellow, and the dizzying golden leaf, what a wonderful picture.