论文部分内容阅读
当峭厉的西风把天空刷得愈加高远,当孩子们望断了最后一只南飞雁,当辽阔大野上无边的青草被摇曳得株株枯黄的时候,哈萨克族的牧民便开始
When the westerly wind brushed the sky farther and taller, when the children looked over the last South Feathered goose, the Kazakh herdsmen started when the boundless grass on the vast fields were swayed and the plants were yellow.