呼伦贝尔草原有多大,翻开史书,一定有数字记载。但此时,我要说的是她的无边无际,无始无终。抬头看蓝天,天高,云白,触手可及。我多想伸开五指,去捕捉荡漾其间的神奇和灵韵,但我什么也抓不到,只能举手向她致意。低头看草地,风吹,草摆,林密,水语,牛羊或动或卧,我多想像一棵树一样站定,一动不动,一语不发,不开花也不结果,在日出日落中,活过一生或一瞬。但我还是决定打马在大草原上风一样奔驰着,当我疲 Hulunbeier grassland how much, opened the history book, there must be recorded. But at this point, I want to say is her boundless, endless. Looked up at the sky, sky high, clouds, within reach. I would like to extend the five fingers to capture the magical and spiritual during the waves, but I can not catch anything, only to raise her hand to her. Looked down at the grass, the wind, grass, Lin Mi, water language, cattle and sheep or move or lying, I like to stand more like a tree, motionless, without saying no flowering is not the result, at sunrise Sunset, live a lifetime or a moment. But I still decided to play horse in the prairie as Mercedes-Benz, when I was tired