我认识的游牧民族与世无争,与草原、牛羊、天空、宇宙融为一体。他们的音乐是从土地里面长出来的,从没有加过现代化肥。许多人听到张智的歌会感动,感动于克拉玛依绚烂的晚霞,向往喀纳斯山晕眩的星空,有位姑娘在九月白桦林歌唱,古城里传来凿铁音色……此刻,我正在听着张智的《秋天》,“清晨我醒来,漫步旷野,闻到青草的气息。”哈萨克弹拨乐器谢尔铁尔悦耳迷人,也 The nomads I know have no competition with the grasslands, cattle and sheep, the sky and the universe. Their music grew out of the land and never added modern fertilizer. Many people have heard Zhang Zhi’s song touching, touching the gorgeous sunset in Karamay, the dazzling starry sky towards Kanas Hill, a girl singing in the birch forest in September and the ancient city where chisel sounds ... At this moment I was Listening to Zhang Zhi’s “Autumn,” “I woke up early in the morning and walked in the wilderness and smelled the grass.” "Sheik Er erysuckle,