一直以来,我都向往着西北,那个粗犷、包容、不掺杂半点修饰的地方。一望无际的草原上牛羊点点,一股清流唱着西北的豪迈奔向远方,无际的大漠中偶尔一阵驼铃声唤起心中的寂寞,却又寥廓得让人无法释怀……透过《寒江残雪》那孤独的音韵,箫、 All along, I have been longing for the northwest, that rough, inclusive, not mixed with the slightest modification. An endless stream of cattle and sheep on the grassland little bit, a clean air singing Northwest heroic ran to the distance, occasionally the occasional burst of camel sounds in the desert to arouse the loneliness of the heart, but the boundless profile was unforgettable ...... Through the “snow” That lonely phonology, flute,