1我是一匹马,在你的山脊低鸣或者昂首长嘶。我是一只鹰,在你的天空翱翔或者盘旋。阿尼玛卿雪山啊,依旧一片梦色。2透过一种岁月的烟云,透过一种事物的本质,生命之驹,渐渐隆起渐渐高大,渐渐显出它清晰的本色轮廓。使人在泪水流干之后,血流成河之后,痛苦说出之后,寂寞变为孤单之后,寻找的小白羊阒然无迹之后,村庄与道路,牧群与帐圈消隐之后,相顾黯然。阿尼玛卿雪山,我该走向哪一座山峰哪一座帐篷? 1 I am a horse, low on your ridge or head croaking. I am an eagle soaring or hovering in your sky. Anima Qing Shan, ah, still a dream color. 2 Through the smoke of a year, through the essence of a thing, the horse of life gradually grows up gradually and gradually shows its clear character outline. After the tears flow to dry, the blood flows into the river, the pain is said, loneliness becomes lonely, looking for the Aries suddenly without a trace, the village and the road, herds and accounts after the blanking, careless . Animaqing snow-capped mountains, which peak should I go to a tent?