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    夏日清晨打着哈欠的巴尔鲁克山舒展着懒腰，雾霭氤氲。马背上的哈萨克族小伙子在山谷里寻找着心爱的姑娘，琴声悠扬。漫山遍野的野花捂着嘴瞄着他英俊的脸庞，留下芬芳。头顶上盘旋的雄鹰指引着马儿加快了步伐，就在前方……
    傍晚狂风吹灭了白色毡房上冒出的浓浓炊烟，消失不见。草里撒欢的小花狗钻进了山坡上托腮姑娘的厚衣裳，歌声凄凉。成群的牛儿羊儿挤在一起望着七彩的余霞，洒下忧伤。眼眸中倒映的草场听不见的是耳边的冬不拉，你在何方？
                                                                               ——2013.6.21
                                                                              于北京遥念阿克乔克
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     最后，所有的爱情，都归了粪土。