“在草原上,什么事都有可能发生!”说这话时,警察老张翘着二郎腿,坐在“大山”警务室门前的一块青石上,一边抽着烟,一边出神地打量着远处的雪峰。淡蓝色的青烟缭绕在警察老张的四周,他的眼睛微闭着,下巴微微扬起,双唇紧闭着,额头的皱纹如同刀削斧刻般令人印象深刻。在正午的阳光下,警察老张显得深沉而又淡然,看不出他在想什么,但他的神态中,却透漏出一种无法言说的神秘。警察老张就那样坐在青石上,抽着烟,讲述着他和草原的奇闻异事。 “In the prairie, anything can happen! ” When saying this, the police Zhang zigzagged legs, sat in the “mountain” police room in front of a bluestone, while smoking a cigarette while Obscurely looked at the snow peaks in the distance. Light blue blue smoke around the police Zhang, his eyes closed slightly, slightly raised his chin, his lips closed, his forehead wrinkles like an ax as impressively impressive. Under the midday sun, the policeman Chang appeared deep and indifferent, could not see what he was thinking, but in his demeanor he revealed a kind of unspeakable mystery. Zhang Chang sat on the bluestone on the police, smoking a cigarette, tells the story of him and the prairie strange.