曾经,一缕汉代的风把你吹远。那一年,你驰骋疆场,日行千里的品格,在西极的纵深处,成为一部传承久远的神话。天山的精髓,在你的血脉中奔涌,积淀,日月星辰赋予你飞翔的翅膀。我知道,坚韧的意志,来自暴风雪的轰击,于是,你就成了天的骄子。那一年,你用天马行空的传说,赋予草原辽阔的美。或者,你以闪电般的腾跃,扶摇直上,就像沙场上的勇士,把壮烈投向天宇。你已经沉默得太久。纵然独往独来,也应在草原的尽头,把温暖留一点给自己。我知道,时光终会把往事漂白,可是,那些抹不去的记忆,也会如雪峰般闪闪发亮。我看见,你驰骋在刀光剑影的草原,坚毅 Once, a ray of Han Dynasty wind blow you far. That year, you ride the battlefield, thousands of miles of Japanese character, in the depths of the West, to become a long-standing myth. Tianshan essence, surging in your blood, accumulation, sun and moon stars give you the wings to fly. I know, tenacious will, from the blizzard of the bombardment, so, you have become the pride of heaven. That year, you use abstract legend, gives the vast grassland beauty. Or, you are lightning prance, skyrocketed, like a warrior on the battlefield, the heroic investment in heaven. You have been silent for too long. Even if lonely and independent, should also be at the end of the prairie, the warmth to leave a little to yourself. I know that time will bleach the past, but memories that can not be eaten will shine like snow peaks. I saw you ride in the prairie sword, perseverance