生命之翼,在不屈中展起。那年,我刚去若尔盖草原写生。我背着行囊顶着骄阳越走越渴,终于在无边无际的草场上找到了一处牧民家,我进去讨口水喝。牧民老阿妈端出酥油茶,几个粗通汉语的牧民围坐桌边,说起了草原上新近传来的关于狼的故事。老阿妈说:“前些日子,一只大公狼钻进一家人的羊圈偷走了一只羊。猎人就去下了 Wings of life, unyielding show. That year, I just went to Ruoergai prairie sketch. I carry the luggage carrying the sun more and more thirsty, and finally found in the endless pastures of a herdsman’s home, I went in to talk to drink. Herders old lady put out butter tea, a few rough Chinese herders sitting around the table, talking about the grasslands recently came the story about the wolf. The old lady said: ”A few days ago, a large male wolf got into a family of sheepskin stole a sheep. Hunter went under