Well.. from west to south, the scenery is like from Karamay Turpan to Ili. Familiar Gobi, Familiar horizon, Familiar sunset, Familiar water plants, Familiar snow-capped mountains... It turns out that when I was playing in Altay, the driver's uncle liked to pick up stones. Many people in our place like to pick up stones. Picking up interesting stones on the Gobi Desert....too many stones. Delicate stones that are not horny, wipe off the dusty and shiny colorful stones, and eagerly mention that at the end of the horizon, an ancient giant will rush out. beast. Bob Dylan's gate .. even. There are no swear words. The handsome Nicholson has few meanings. Heaven is in religion. Religion is in the Pope. , will comment on the clown on Liangshang and say, you look like that person looks like a dog! Then walk away without having to blast your Harley with a single shot and you too will feel your heart smashed and your head turned into a mush. Unlike the decadent self-imposed exile, this film is the god of road movies because of its timeless spirit. In fact, what the beat generation is on the road, blabla, doesn't mean much at all. We live, we live in this country, and in this era, we occasionally see with our own eyes and speak with our own mouths, and sometimes chase after the jubilant, that's all.
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