当我的双脚踏在草原上,目光所及是无边的辽阔与平静,哪里都不是路但哪里又都可以走;哪里都不是床但哪里都可以躺。规矩惯了的人往往会茫然,像在鸟笼里关久的鸟儿,即使你把整个天空给它,它也不知道怎么飞翔。 草原最简单又最丰富,就像一些话虽然朴实却蕴含着真理一样。 面对蓝天绿草白云,我像一个孩子打开了一本奇妙的书,但是什么也看不懂,只好细读草原上盛开的野花。 野花虽然细小,可是每一朵 When my two feet on the prairie, the eyes of the vast expanse and calm, where the road is not but where can go; where are not beds but where can lie. People who are used to the rules tend to be dazed, like birds in the cage for a long time, and even if you give it to the sky, it does not know how to fly. The simplest and richest grassland, just as simple as the words contain the truth. In the face of blue sky and white clouds, I opened a wonderful book like a child, but I could not understand anything. I had to read the wildflowers in the grasslands. Wildflowers though small, but each one