有时,我会遇到别人的问询:你老家什么样子?到处都是草原吗?我答不上来,迟疑,不知从哪儿说起。我迟疑,是由于草原没法描述,它宽广而且单一。草原静得好像时间都在打瞌睡,低头看,一朵小花微微摇摆,像与别的花在对话,蚂蚱随人的脚步弹到半空。回头看,人的影子被拉出两米多长,这是早晨。躺在地皮上的老鸹草的蓝花在见到阳光之前还不肯开放。说草原,谁都说不流畅,只有旅游者才会说出一些观感,就像说大海,怎样才能把海说清楚呢?给每朵浪花做上记号,便于你的讲述吗?海边的人说不清海有多少朵浪花,每朵浪花长什么 Sometimes, I will meet other people’s inquiries: What is your home? Are all prairie it? I can not answer, hesitate, I do not know where to start. I hesitate, because grassland can not describe, it is broad and single. The grassland is quiet as if it is time to fall asleep, looking down, a small flower swaying, like with other flowers in the dialogue, grasshoppers with human footsteps shells half-empty. Looking back, people’s shadow was pulled out two meters long, this is the morning. The blue flowers of the old grass lying on the ground will not be open until they see the sun. That grassland, no one said that no smooth, only tourists will say something, like the sea, how can we tell the sea clearly? Not clear the sea how many waves, what is the growth of each spray