一疾风劲草,车轮驰骋。当我点着生命之灯,行进在乌兰布统草原时,秋风正挽着白云在天边漫步。它们成朵、成片的飘逸,每一朵白云掠过头顶,都像尘世丢失的天使,最后坠卧在茫茫绿草。它们所有的梦,都会遗失在草原,就像突来忽去的雨滴,成为诸多情感的释放。云是天空的注解,就像它们难解难分的依恋和融合,成为世间的一道风景。 A blast of fresh grass, wheels gallop. When I lit the lamp of life and marched in Ulan Buh prairie, the autumn wind was walking in the sky with white clouds. They into flowers, into a piece of elegant, swept across the top of each white clouds, like the world lost angels, finally lying in the vast green grass. All their dreams are lost in the prairie, just like sudden drop of raindrops, which become the release of many emotions. Clouds are annotations of the sky, just as they are indecipherable attachment and integration, become a landscape of the world.