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已经数不清这是第多少次进草原了,每当听到德德玛、腾格尔的歌声,无论正开车行驶在城市中的哪条街道上,脚下都有加油驶向草原的冲动。蒙古包上升起的袅袅炊烟,马头琴和蒙古长调的如泣如诉,草原牧民纯朴的笑脸,还有大草原上的繁星点点……它们就像在我的心里生了根,离开一段日子就会分外想念。在我周围的朋友里,不少人都有这种草原情结,去过一次草原就从此难以停止对那片辽阔土地的向往,无论春夏秋冬,有一点儿时间、有一点儿理由,就奔向了那里。因此,我认识了不少生活在草原上的朋友。于是再次启程前往锡林郭勒大草原。
It is not clear how many times this is the first step into the grassland. Every time I hear the song of Dedema, Tengger, there is the urge to refuel the prairie at the foot of any street in the city. The curls of smoke rising from the yurt, the dances of Matouqin and Mongolia, the simple smiling faces of pastoral herdsmen, and the stars on the prairie ... They are like rooted in my heart, leaving for some time Extra miss. In my friends around, many people have this prairie complex, went to a prairie it is difficult to stop on that vast land of longing, regardless of seasons, a little time, a little reason to Ben There Therefore, I met a lot of friends living in the prairie. So again leave for Xilin Gol prairie.