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listen to the prairie pastoral

listen to the prairie pastoral

That is reenexnot the grasslands, but there is a deep and vast grasslands. In the rising and falling and euphemistic song, I seem to smell the breath of thick grass again. The familiar and unfamiliar, through the small screen, with the singing spread very far, very far. Grasslands, the distant horizon, the only round about to falling dusk Yang, but it is the green grassland dyed a golden. Went down, rising above a ger a wisp of smoke. So, I think of the cow dung on the fire and the fire to boil in the ger of sweet sweet tea.

I seem to see, that was originally white yurt has been relentless time acquired a faint smoked and appear as of old. But I saw clearly, however, the ancient LeLeChe of carrying the prairie people resolute and indomitable character, from a historical fog along the way. Left in the back of the winding in the wheel rut, you will read a history of the most spectacular picture. Grassland desolation has built up a nation's great spirit. In the coming days, the simple and ordinary grassland, sure I will write a more brilliant and splendid history. The grassland! My love.

Grassland is not always in the air at the blue sky white clouds, when the clouds low pressure to the grassland, grassland is pervaded the boundless lead over the color, thunder and lightning and high winds have had no emotional engulfed the green grassland. But here is clear, singing. My wings of imagination, the pop will dispel black cloud over the prairie? The thunder will drown the shock was? The glittering song to rise above the lightning of tearing the sky? I think, when this song to fly to the prairie, the sky will be clear over the grasslands, clear sky. The grassland! My love. In that wonderful song, don't know is that the horses were admitted it run through the ruined, proud of the horsehead high, it never heard.

Didn't have the low song, milking the girl stopped her hands, stopped her to cut out the prairie, weaving hadad hands, the hands, it must be very rough, but it is one of the most gentle hands. Her the affectionate big eyes far Zhang Wangzhu singing spread direction, forget the milking, forgot her only a little milk. The grassland! My love. Here, I do not know how many people are yearning for the grassland, sings the grassland, imagine the grassland is more beautiful than paradise, in their imagination, grassland holiness and mystery. Here, I do not know how many people are coming from the grasslands, grasslands and desolate, withered and yellow, also is the most beautiful scenery in their mind.


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