一头野牛在原野上走着。他那对巨大的角,尖角强有力地向上弯着,上面仿佛刻着他一生的坚韧和痛苦。他低头走着。他是一头孤独的野牛。他走到一个高坡上,站在那里,一动不动。他特别喜欢就这样站着。他在等待。一阵风吹来,带来了淡淡的九叶草的气味。这是一种奇 A bison walk in the wilderness. His huge horns, strong corners bent upward, as if engraved with the tenacity and pain of his life. He walked down He is a lonely buffalo. He walked up a high slope, standing there, motionless. He especially likes to stand on this way. He is waiting A gust of wind blew, bringing a touch of nine-leaf clover smell. This is an oddity