高原人以树的形象,挺立高原。3000多米的高度,仅在你的举手投足之间。风,扯得很紧,卷走了孱弱的蒿草,却卷不走傲立的树。坐在毡包,你时常爱给你的子孙的子孙讲述一个故事——北方狼与牧羊犬对峙,落败而去。烈马的长啸,撕碎遮天蔽日的雾霭。太阳的金丝线,总在缝补着漏落的日子。落于高天之上的云霞,簇拥着,簇 Plateau people to the image of the tree, standing plateau. More than 3000 meters high, only in your gestures. Wind, pulled very tight, swept away the weak wormwood, but did not take the stand proud of trees. Sitting in a felt bag, you often love to tell a story to your children’s grandchildren - the North Wolf confrontation with the shepherd, defeated away. The shouts of the horse, shattering the mist of the sun. The sun’s gold thread, always sew the days of missing. Clouds above the sky, surrounded by clusters