A剪羊毛的季节,悄然来临。草原深处,一座寺庙刚刚砌毕;一只鹰捧着完卵,驰越天庭;一块毡毯将撵完一半;一个黝黑的婴儿才啼出一声。风起时,一个剪羊毛的季节,落地生根。——其实,我一直相信,是太阳这个彪形大汉,拎着一把黄金大剪,走过草原。要不,比牛奶还白的羊子,比白昼更亮的羊子,说明什么?风吹斜表情,天空陡峭,鲜花打开。这个醉酒的糙汉子,踉跄奔行,在星宿上买 A cut the season of wool, quietly coming. In the depths of the steppe, a temple has just been completed; an eagle holding the egg in full bloom is more natural; a blanket is half finished; and a dark baby cries out. When the wind starts, a shearing season, take root. - Actually, I have always believed that this big guy, the sun, carries a golden scissors and walks through the prairie. Or else, a white sheep than milk, a lighter sheep than the day, what does it mean? The wind is oblique, the sky is steep, and the flowers are on. This drunk rough man, wandering around, bought in the stars