伴随着北京空蒙的灰与黯然,却隔世般地回想起9年前的甘南之旅。桑科草原如冷雨中的苔藓在恍若隔世的藏东一角泛着深邃之绿。曾经在那巨大的苔藓之上抓住并不上手的缰绳,牵了一匹毛色并不单纯的枣红马。当然,我不可能成为牧马的女子,虽然我试图造作成如此这般。小鸟尚未欢快上两 With the empty and gloomy atmosphere of Beijing’s empty Mongolia, it recalled the Gannan journey nine years ago. The moss in the mulberry grassland, such as the cold rain, glows deep green in the intrusive corner of Tibet. Once upon a giant moss, he caught the reins that did not get used to, and led a mauve horse that was not purely coat color. Of course, I can not be a Wrangler’s woman, although I tried to make it so. Birds are not happy yet