Deep in the desert wasteland, an ancient city forgotten by history was resurrected little by little in my eyes. I long for its past and peer into its deep wrinkles for its secrets. But what does it mean to me, a confused passer-by with a tired and sunburned face? The ancient city of Jiaohe is unique and independent. It has never spoken for thousands of years. There is a deep mystery in its lips, like a melodious ancient song, floating between heaven and earth, exaggerating the beauty of vicissitudes of life. I am insignificant and cannot compare to one of its notes.
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