苏鲁梅朵如果你是一片荒凉,寸草不生,也许我会放手;最怕沙漠中,那一小丛绿意的萌芽,击中我内心的柔软。恰如甘南草原上,黄花灿烂的苏鲁梅朵,在阳光下把风摇曳,把草原和羊群陶醉。虽不如江南百花竞放的绚丽多姿,却让高原稀薄的空气抒写了神性的呼吸,苍鹰雄俊的翅膀锐捷地翱翔。苏鲁梅朵,和卓玛一样,在离天很近的地方,把世界的灵魂召唤。我骑一匹白马,跃过奔腾的长江,千里驰骋,却在这里放慢了脚步,惊讶于一束束微微的火焰,将我内心的柔情打开。 Sulu Mei Duo If you are a desolate, inch grass is not born, maybe I will let go; fear of the desert, the small green buds, hit my soft heart. Just as Gannan prairie, brilliant yellow Sulu Mei Duo, the wind swaying in the sun, the grassland and herd intoxicated. Although not as brilliant as the southern flowers, but let the thin air of the plateau to express the divine breathing, goshawk handsome wings soar sharply. Sulu Mei duo, like Dolma, summoned the soul of the world close to heaven. I rode a white horse, leaping over the Pentium’s Yangtze River, traveled miles, but here slowed down, surprised at a beam of slight fire, open my heart tenderness.