Someone once told me that the sunset in the desert is beautiful. So, I came to the desert.
The sunset in the desert with flying sand is indeed beautiful. For this beautiful sunset, I gave up my beautiful hometown and settled in the desert.
The year I came to the desert, I was fifteen, the age of cardamom. My skin was so tender that it could squeeze out water. My whole body was like the beautiful flower in the south of the Yangtze River in March, so beautiful that the sun eclipsed it.
Nowadays, the once delicate face has long been engraved with traces of the desert. The red skirt from back then has long faded its bright color and has become a memory at the bottom of the box. A coarse cloth dress and a wooden hairpin are all the decorations.
Just for the beautiful sunset, I stayed there for ten years!
In the desert, there is an inn called "Dusk". Business travelers traveling from south to north across the desert will stop here to rest and recuperate before continuing their journey.
In my Dusk Inn, there are only two guys and me, and an old horse depends on each other.
Simple facilities, rough food, harsh environment, and no delicacies, but we are still living strong.
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