tenderness and kindness

The vast boundless prairie, forceful and desolate melodious tunes filar silk, as if to tell an old story, MoBei grasslands swirling an eagle in the sky, blood coagulation in hand, the baby, cry echoed through the prairie, he used his cries calling all begging for yan of the soul, the sun for him to send out the golden light, immortality for him to send out an extraordinary day, the eagle wish for him to send out the vast grassland Royal Romance. .

Gently stirring up my days, let my thoughts through, quietly, slowly back to more than 780 years ago, someone is blurred, I saw the vast Mongolian grasslands, the past and green grass everywhere prairie, at this time was blood rendering, ai soul everywhere, 'four jie yong led grassland hero fighting in the front, on horseback always travel in went Royal Romance...

Bloody, I prefer to go to the post of Marco Polo in the model, one side, looked at the Marco Polo, the figure of post under the setting sun is ahead in the distance, gradually, she learned to committed to memory, spirited ride across the kerulen once upon a time lover, is so tall brave, like the butterflies, appear in front of his eyes, the day the sun possessions on the prairie, the sacred hill road bogle bless their love, they mutually close embrace figure printed on the prairie Royal Romance.

This beautiful model difficult river flowing slowly, in the quiet for her endless love and care, pious hope lover across the horses back safely, even though she knew after short tenderness is long to see... Even though she knew a military life is his destiny... Although she know Mongol his wish... From the innocent playmates to, in her heart always cherished a tender feelings.

Waiting like 'legends' sweetheart, long breath waiting for the lover, waiting for a constant agreed, had done my sorrow, tears shiva sand, sitting in the long years of copy with the profound tenderness, flip through memory dumbly, I'm going home! It is meet to die... Days maturity, wild boundless, went red blood, genghis khan in the hands of the rod sacred dabie-sulu ingot pike, forever is the symbol and sign of victory.

It led the Mongolia hundreds of fighters still invincible, warriors, invulnerable, knife knife see blood, roam everywhere, even the god of death is in the left and right sides, but not the slightest retreat, with blood defending their national dignity, to defend their homes with life. ~ ~ ~ cool wind blow gently, outside the window was condensation over icy breath, but will bring my thoughts back, looked at st genghis khan's portrait.

Looked at the majesty of the dabie-sulu pounds, wordless, feel now how happy we are! No war, no turbulence, no pressure, no wandering, grassland vast stretches of immortality day forever so holy, holy fathers genghis khan in immortality, forever guarding his Mongolian nationality, was born, and every Mongolian men have hemorrhagic and resolute, like he was born, and every Mongolian women have like Marco Polo son for tenderness and kindness.