呼和浩特的天并没有想像中的那么蓝。街上走来走去的人群中也见不到身穿民族服装的蒙古族同胞。从外表上看,这不过是一个普通的城市,只有晚间从城市北方连绵的大青山间掠过的阵阵罡风提醒着人们——不远处就是草原。一位热爱围棋的蒙古大汉告诉我,大青山就是古人所说的阴山。于 Hohhot days did not imagine so blue. Mongolian compatriots in national costumes can not be seen in the crowd walking around the streets. On the outside, this is just an ordinary city. Only the bursts of wind blowing across the Daqing hills in the north of the city in the evening remind people - not far from the prairie. A loving go-go Mongolian Han told me that Daqingshan is the ancients said Yinshan. in