头顶上，伴随着飒飒的声音，灰色的云终古不息地飘向西方，直飘到天边那堵火红的墙上方，翻卷成一场瀑布般的暴雨。

And overhead, with a rustling and loud noise, the gray clouds rush westwardly forever, until they roll, a cataract, over the fiery wall of the horizon.

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头顶上，伴随着飒飒的声音，灰色的云终古不息地飘向西方，直飘到天边那堵火红的墙上方，翻卷成一场瀑布般的暴雨。

And overhead, with a rustling and loud noise, the gray clouds rush westwardly forever, until they roll, a cataract, over the fiery wall of the horizon.

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