在锡林郭勒草原上,我常见一位外乡来的老人,饱经风霜的面孔,发白的“八”字胡,身背简单的行囊,手里提着一把自制的马头琴,步履蹒跚地走在草原上,为散居在草原上的牧人演唱民歌。前年我在东乌旗罕乌拉嘎查“那达慕”大会上第一次看见了这位老人,他盘腿坐在草地上,身旁放着喝了半瓶的酒,拉着马头琴,为几个人唱内蒙古东部民歌《东香哥哥》。他那让酒精浸泡的嗓子高亢而浑厚,老眼神采飞扬。他的演唱算不上特别好,但能让人感到浓浓 In the Xilin Gol Grassland, I often saw a strange old man, weather-beaten face, white “eight ” character Hu, back simple bag, his hand carrying a homemade dances, walking faltering On the prairie, singing folk songs for the shepherd scattered on the prairie. The year before last year, I first saw the old man at Dongwuqi Hanwalagacha “Nadam” Conference. He sat cross-legged on the grass with a half-bottle of wine on his side and a dango Personal singing eastern Inner folk song “Dongxiang brother.” His sonorous voice soaked in alcohol thick and vigorous, old eyes flying high. His performance is not particularly good, but can make people feel strong