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7月,蒙古草原。一阵微风吹过,像士兵一样站着的小草,全都调皮地歪着脑袋有韵律地“抖动”。黝黑的放羊男孩巴图仰着脖子,咕咚咕咚喝着水:“真爽啊!”巴图正打算躺在草地上眯一小会儿,突然听见牧羊犬特特儿发出一连串急促的叫声。巴图知道它肯定发现了什么,连忙跟了上去。在一个小山坳后,巴图发现了一只难产的蒙古野驴,空气中氤氲着浓浓的血腥味。
July, Mongolia grassland. A breeze blows over the grass like a soldier, all naughtyly tilting his head rhythmically. Batu, dark-skinned boy raised his neck and thuddled with water: “Bathe! ” Batu is planning to lie in the grass for a short while, and suddenly hears the shepherd’s special child issued a series of rapid calls sound. Batu knew what it must have found and quickly followed. After a hill pass, Batu discovered a difficult-to-produce Mongolian wild donkey with a thick bloody smell in the air.