那时候,草原还是真正的草原,狼群还在草原上出没,额尔德尼大庙还没有被拆毁,每当黄昏来临,苍狼悠扬的嗥叫声和寺庙里低沉的法号声就一起响彻草原,惊跑了浮云,吹落了太阳。牧民呼和巴拉的儿子就出生在一个这样的傍晚,借着蒙古包里跳动的马灯光,呼和巴拉看了看那个孱弱的婴儿。孩子瘦得皮包骨,他似乎感觉到父亲的身影山一般压向自己,他细腿一蹬,发出沙哑的哭叫。呼和巴拉皱了皱眉头,对妻子达丽玛说,有 At that time, grasslands or real grasslands, the wolves still haunted the prairie, Erdene temple has not been demolished, whenever dusk, the melodious cries of the wolves and temples in the deep sound of the French law together Prairie, Jing-ran clouds, blown the sun. The son of Hindu Barah, a herder, was born on such an evening, and Huhrabara looked at the weakened baby through the horse-drawn lights of the Mongols. The child was skinny and skinny, and he seemed to feel his father’s figure generally pressed against himself. He stomped on his legs and made a hoarse cry. Hohrabara frowned and said to his wife Darimah that there was