At night, I lie quietly in the grassland.
Night, quiet. The wind, cool. I lie on my back on the soft green grass, pull a piece of grass in the mouth slowly chewing, the flavor is a little salty with a hint of sweetness. Looking at the sky round moon, counting the few bright stars, the mind like water gurgling, drive away the journey brought unhappiness and worry. Breeze blowing across the cheeks, with a smell of grass, I indulge in a deep breath, feel quite comfortable, quite warm, the heart of the beautiful.
Where did the time go? I don't know. The grassland is a sleepless night. The night is deeper, a bunch of yurt before the bonfire is still burning, sitting around the fire next to the friends in high spirits eat, drink, laugh. A few of them even sang and danced happily with the melodious sound of the zither. The boundless grassland is profound, deep grassland night is fascinating, reminiscent of, intoxicated.
The green grassland is beautiful, the green grassland night is more beautiful. Beautiful to let you forget the world of sorrow and worry, beautiful to let you feast your eyes. At the same time, also let you feast your eyes, but also let you become famous and become a family. I sat by the campfire, holding a fast knife for meals, picked up a piece of peppery roasted leg of lamb, and with a swish of a slice, the roasted lamb with its stinky and charred flavor was stuffed into my mouth. The eating here is not polite, no one laughs at wolf swallowing, this is a kind of beauty of the grassland. Holding up the black and brown wine altar, clattering full of a big bowl of grassland wine, raised his neck and drank it all. This is not a way to get rid of sorrows, but rather a way to get the most out of your drink!
Eat enough, drink enough, you are free to sing. The prairie is the heaven of singing. Some people say, will not sing it, broken voice casserole tone. It does not matter, the prairie, the stage, as long as you are happy,
As long as you are bold, you do not care to sing, run to Russia are not afraid of the tune. If you're too shy to sing, then eat a lot of meat, drink a lot of wine, a bowl of wine, a bowl of wine, and then a bowl of wine. Half-awake, half-drunk, half-drunk, half-awake, not to mention that you do not sing, that is, like a wild wolf dry howling, can break through the silence of the steppe, spreading far and wide, only the night sky of the grassland know, only the vast prairie know, only your heart feel immensely relieved and proud! The boldness, the boldness, the boldness to sing. A song finished, not waiting for others to pick up, and then another 'the grassland rises the sun that does not fall'. Ah, the prairie, the beautiful prairie at night! I felt what it means to be unrestrained, I understood what it means to sing with indulgence. I felt to myself, how do I have a singer's good voice? How in the crowded city, in the heart of the manic dust, in the airtight cement lattice, how no one found, how no one appreciate it?
The song is not yet finished, I jumped up with the dance music. The night is thick, and the love is also angry. Friends around the burning bonfire, hand in hand jumped up and down the happy square dance. A song 'the most dazzling national wind', and then dance 'free flight', not too much, and then dance other dance music. The bonfire burned with passion, and passion burned with youth. If you can't get enough of dancing, you can simply find your own partner. You hold my hand, I gently wrap your waist, dancing tango, dancing rumba, dancing Latin dance, dancing 。。。。。。。 Dance, how you want to dance on how to dance, the heart with the dance music, as you wish. As long as the hands dance, how to dance are charming, how to dance are beautiful, as long as you open, as long as you can indulge. Grassland night beauty, singing and dancing more enjoyable, a small poem can not help but spring from the heart --- grassland vast stage, invited to dance with the moon, bonfire burning passion, singing and dancing happy.
The moon is bright, the stars are shining, the night sky of the grassland is blue. I sang beautiful, dance also jumped tired, just lying in the tide of the grassland, breathing the fresh cool air, looking at the beautiful and charming night sky, listening to the stirring song, thumping heart, with the grassland of the cool wind drifting far, far 。。。。。。。
My heart is flying in the night sky of the grassland.