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雅克夏雪山雅克夏,是一座雪山。她泊在黑水河的源头。达古冰山是她至亲至爱的朋友。西北风从她的垭口刮过,经幡舞动在她的头顶。狂风踏过垭口,一缕浮云飘过长空。雅克夏的风从青草尖上响起,我坐在海拔4000多米的雪山垭口,静静地聆听花开的声音。远处的灌木丛里,走动着一位藏族姑娘,瘦弱的身躯一如干枯的柴禾。贝母苗像金针银线,使她流连忘返。
Jacques summer snow mountain Jacques, is a snow mountain. She is parked at the source of the Black River. Daru Iceberg is her dear friend. Northwest wind shaved off from her pass, streamers danced in her head. Wild wind Pass Pass, a ray of clouds drifting across the sky. Jacques Xia’s wind from the grass tip sounded, I sit at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters of snow-capped mountains, quietly listening to the sound of flowers. In the distance among the bushes, there is a Tibetan girl moving around, and the thin body is like the dry firewood. Fritillaria fritillary silver wire, so she linger.