广袤的草原上,一个老人立在一个土堆前,落日的余晖照在她沧桑的脸上,她的脸上流动着一份静谧,还有安详。她遥望远方,目光深邃,似乎有着说不完的故事。马兰是草原的孩子,现在已经十二岁了。她除了牛羊、家人、白叶,就只剩下天那般大的草原了。白叶是匹好马,鬃毛被阳光照得雪白,好比阳光下还没来得及融化的雪。白叶是匹听话的马,也是马兰唯一的朋友,它所望向的草原,只有马兰家的蒙古包,其余的除了草还是草。马兰经常骑着它去散步,去奔腾,去感受自由。 In the vast steppe, an old man stands in front of a mound, and the twilight of the setting sun shines on the vicissitudes of her face. There is a quiet and serene flow on her face. She looks into the distance, looks deep, seems to have endless stories. Malan is a prairie child and is now twelve years old. In addition to her sheep, family, white leaves, leaving only the sky that day the prairie. White is a good horse, mane was shining white sunshine, like the sun has not had time to melt the snow. White leaves are obedient horse, Malan is the only friend, it is looking toward the prairie, only the Malan family yurts, the rest except for the grass or grass. Malan often rode it for a walk, went to Pentium, to feel free.