清晨,迎着东方第一抹绯红,登上高高的大青山,披浩瀚高天、倚芳菲大野;观骏马追风,金雕翱翔,百花竞放;让每一缕爱意的微风吹过我浓密的发丝,聆听着草原悠久的诉说,竟不知坠入岁月的苍茫……对生活在这里的草原儿女来说,内蒙古是温暖的摇篮,是甘甜的乳汁, Early morning, facing the East first rub crimson, boarded the high Daqingshan, Phi Hao Han high days, relying Fang Fei Ono; view Horse Horse Herd, golden eagle soaring, flowers race; let each ray of love breeze blowing My thick hair, listening to a long time to tell the prairie, I actually do not know the vastness of falling into the years ... For the grassland children living here, Inner Mongolia is the cradle of warmth, is a sweet milk,