牧马人几千年了,我们在呼伦贝尔草原上,放牧着云一样飘动的马群。如今,祖先的身影虽然已经十分遥远,却一刻也没有离开草原。每当我跃上马背,亲近骏马炽热的躯体,就会感到他出现在我的瞳仁和血管里,把我变成了他。那时候我们刚刚走出幽静的大兴安岭森林,面对广袤无边的草原,脚上的犴皮靴子已被浓密的针茅草扎破,正踟蹰在不可知的路途上。这时我看见了一群群野马涌出草浪,四蹄若滚滚惊雷般飞去。我放下手 Wrangler for thousands of years, we are in the Hulunbeier prairie, grazing clouds like the waving horses. Today, although the ancestors of the figure is very far away, but did not leave the prairie moment. Whenever I leaned back and touched the glowing body of a horse, I felt he was in my pupil and blood vessels and turned me into him. At that time, we had just walked out of the secluded Daxinganling Forest. In the face of vast grasslands, the boots on our feet had been punctured by the dense grass of thatch and were hanging on the unknown road. At this moment I saw a group of wild horses pouring grass waves, four hooves if the rolling thunderbolt fly. I put my hand down