孤独的索拉血红的晚霞水一样落在祁连山黑河岸边时，我又听到了对岸索拉老人凄惨而悲切的笛声。那一声声撕破人心的笛声正敲打着落日的心，落日带着沉默把红红的泪花洒在草原，隐向山后。泪光里草原在颤抖，大地在哭泣，那笛声剑样一下一下扎穿大地的心，淌过滚动的河水一串串 When the lonely Solla blood red sunset water landed on the banks of the Heihe River in the Qilian Mountains, I heard another miserable and sad flute on the other side of the Sora. The whistling sound of the torn heart is beating the heart of the sunset, the setting sun with silence of the red tears sprinkled in the prairie, hidden behind the mountain. Tears in the grassland trembling, the earth is crying, that whistle-like sword about wearing the earth’s heart, flowing through the rolling river string