如同站在悬崖下渴望半壁中的一粒草莓,为了进行一次盼望已久的草原之旅,我在流火的七月来到了草原。 车出呼市,翻大青山一路北上,过武川不远便进入希拉穆仁草原。虽然是蓝天、白云、也有草,但草原象少年唇上的绒须,四处静悄悄的,最多的便是沙,干沙,遇风而飞,到处飘扬打在脸上生疼的沙。没有明镜似的湖泊,没有玉带似的河流,没有如书里的描绘? Like a strawberry standing in the middle of a cliff waiting for a long-awaited prairie trip, I came to the steppe in July. Out of the car out of the city, turning the Castle Peak all the way north, Wuchuan Wuchang soon entered the grassland. Although it is blue sky, white clouds, but also grass, grassland as juvenile lips on the velvet, quiet around, the most is the sand, dry sand, the case of fly, flying everywhere hit the face of the pain in the sand. There is no mirror-like lake, there is no jade-like rivers, not as described in the book?