凌厉的风,从遥远的后方吹向遥远的前方,从未停歇。随风飘摇的草叶,青了又绿,绿了又黄,在一遍遍的轮回中承受着沉浮。使命犹存乎?这又是第几个年头了呢?一个孤独的牧羊人,倚着一块饱经风雨的石头,凝视一望无垠的草原,在心里轻轻地问。苍苍茫茫,在这荒无人烟的塞外,没有人回答,也 The fierce wind, blowing far away from the far rear, never stopped. The blades of grass that float in the wind are green and green, green and yellow, bearing the ups and downs in the reincarnation. The mission still remains? Is this the first few years? A lonely shepherd, leaning against a weather-beaten stone, stares into a vast expanse of grassland and asks in her heart. The sky is pale, no one answered this outside of this deserted plug.