[高原之高]美景总在半梦半醒之间。火车驶进乌兰察布境内,高原上黄土丘陵馒头似的盘踞在铁路两侧。乌云压得很低。我不经意的一眼,捕捉到了一个难得的镜头:一个小孩带领一群羊缓慢地游行在馒头顶端水平面的一侧。在那接天之处,我的心一下子飞到了他跟前,和他一起张开双臂,拥抱天地间那浓重的西北风。这一幕,对于发现者来说,不亚于任何物质的奖赏。美,诞生于缓慢。此景此情,由缓慢而来的震撼,那种力量感,远比事后对 [Height of plateau] beauty always half awake. The train sailed into the territory of Wulanchabu, the plateau on the loess hilly bread like entrenched in the railway on both sides. The dark clouds are low. I inadvertently glanced to capture a rare shot: a child led a flock of sheep slowly parade on the side of the bread level. At that very place, my heart suddenly flew up to him, open arms with him, embracing that heavy northwest wind between heaven and earth. This scene, for the discoverer, no less than any material reward. Beauty, was born slowly. This scene of this situation, shocked by the slow, the kind of sense of power, far worse than afterwards