冬日的西部,寒冷刺骨,雪原在阳光中,洁白耀眼。贫困的西部,在纯自然中,显得高贵而超凡脱俗。这是日挂中天的时刻,骄傲的太阳没有了夏日的狂妄,严寒耗散着它跳动的青春。亘古的荒原,远远望去,没有忧愁,没有悲伤,苍凉里隐含着深邃和高远。 西伯利亚的寒流横扫中亚,给阿勒泰草原 Western winter, cold biting, snow in the sun, white dazzling. In the pure nature, the impoverished West is noble and refined. This is the moment when the sky is hung, the proud sun without the arrogance of the summer, the cold dissipates its beating youth. The ancient wasteland, from afar, there is no sadness, no sadness, implied in the desolate deep and lofty. The cold spell of Siberia swept through Central Asia to the Altay prairie