如果不是草原那片晨风太醇,如果不是故乡黑金子般的土地牵系着他的情肠,也许,他早已和家人一同走向远方,定居在山东一个同样盛产煤炭的地方;如果不是看到故乡正以前所未有的艰辛陷入迷惘,如果不是感到男儿的热血从来就没有过这般的滚烫,也许,他将会选择沉默。然而,沉默本不是他的秉性,他就是那样的无所顾忌,他就是这般的血气方刚。 If it is not the prairie morning breeze too alcohol, if not the hometown of black gold-like land involves his love, maybe, he had long gone with his family, settled in Shandong also a place rich in coal; if not see Homeland is lost in an unprecedented mystery, if not feel the blood of men has never had such a hot, maybe, he will choose silence. However, silence is not his nature, he is so careless, he is such a flesh and blood.