"I want to go to the prairie"
Sometimes, looking at the green grass swaying in the wind, I can't help but think of the ancient poems: The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows the grass I look down on cattle and sheep; sometimes, I will endlessly miss the scenery of the grassland, and I really want to go to the grassland to play as soon as possible; sometimes, I will also imagine that I have a pair of wings and are flying on the grassland. Really, the prairie occupies a very important place in my heart. Occasionally, I hate myself for not being a person on the grassland, and hate God for not allowing me to be born, live, and reproduce in the grassland (of course, I don’t hate where I am now, it’s just my love for the grassland). ). I love the majesty of the grassland, love the beauty of the grassland, and love everything about the grassland. My friends, just imagine that in the grassland, where the sky and the earth seem to be flat, you can see the blue sky and white clouds when you look up, and the endless green when you look down. Grass, herds of cattle and sheep, accompanied by the wind, riding majestic horses, galloping in the vast green grass, wouldn't you be tempted? Don't you want to go? Don't you expect it to become a reality? ?The grassland life is so admirable to me. How comfortable it is to live in a tent that can be moved at any time, with a piece of green grass under your feet, oh! Every day, you only need to drive groups of cattle and sheep to feed on the prairie, how free you are! You can also ride on majestic horses, Galloping to your heart’s content, with the drizzle of the wind in your ears, the smile of the sun above your head, and the swaying green grass under your feet, how cool and unrestrained it is! What’s more, I envy the boundless grassland! Looking around, I can’t find the edge, its broad mind I admire that it accommodates so many people. Even though it is always eaten by cattle and sheep, it always sacrifices itself to raise them. It always dies and is reborn. It has no regrets for its efforts. It’s good. Noble soul! Grassland, you are the place I think about day and night. One day, I will come to your arms and enjoy the family blessings you have given me in your warm arms! Grassland, you are me This place that haunts your dreams, just wait! One day, you will see the eternal smile of this girl on you!
"Into the Zoige Grassland"
In the Zoige Plateau , looking up at the night sky, it seems that there is no need for a space telescope. You can clearly see the stars all over the sky. The dazzling Big Dipper points the direction to night walkers. The sky is filled with stars, like a huge piece of brocade studded with jewels, spread down from the top of the head to all sides, all the way to the horizon. The howl of a wild wolf came from the distant night, which made people's hair stand on end and made them feel that they were back in the embrace of real nature. It makes people appreciate the ancient life of human beings... In the sky full of stars, suddenly there is a star, which is getting brighter and brighter. It wasn't until pedestrians got closer that they realized it was the lights of the temple and the surrounding "tava". It turns out that this is the famous Namu Town. This is a combination of a small town in the northwest of Sichuan and a small town in the southwest of Gansu. It is named after the Tibetan Buddhist temple "Namu Temple" located in Gansu. Across a small river, in Sichuan, there is also a prestigious Tibetan Buddhist temple - "Kirti Temple". It is said that this is the first temple among the eighteen major temples of the Yellow Sect. Because these two temples have their own long histories and profound cultural backgrounds, and because they are the hub at the junction of Sichuan and Gansu provinces, and were known as the "Nanfan Center" in ancient times, this small town has become famous in the entire Tibetan area and even in the The whole country is famous. In the early morning, facing the morning glow, the two major temples facing each other in the north and south chant long chants of Buddhas, and the incense of "simmering mulberry" (reverence to gods and ceremonies) curls up, filling the mountains and rivers. The magnificent temples and pagodas are integrated with the steep and majestic mountains, and their charm It reminds people of the legendary Shangri-La and allows them to experience the tolerance and humility of Buddhist culture. It makes people realize the real harmonious beauty in the world. Looking back at Zoige Grassland, its vastness, depth, variety, beauty and richness are like a picture scroll, deeply imprinted in my heart. She is like a ballad that has been sung from generation to generation, and also like a beautiful girl who grew up drinking the mother's milk from the Yellow River. She will always affect me... Her charm in spring, variety in summer, plumpness in autumn, and winter Solemn, as clear as a dream, and even more blurry and faded like a dream... Under the blue sky and white clouds, there are endless green grasses that are as soft and smooth as a carpet, small rivers winding through the grassland, and green carpets. Herds of cattle and sheep, scattered yurts, neighing galloping horses and herdsmen on horseback whipping their horses to gallop, as well as the deep, rough and exciting sound of the matouqin from the distant horizon; and the gentle breeze blowing. The waving pastures make the grassland everywhere "the wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep"... This is the first impression of the grassland in my childhood memory. Walking into the top of the rooster territory of the motherland, the Hulunbuir Prairie, which resembles a rooster's comb and is known as the "Northern Jasper", has also become a long-standing yearning in my mind from childhood to youth, occupying my desire for a long time. When I walked into this vast grassland at the end of August, the Hulunbuir Prairie, which had been deeply rooted in my childhood heart, with its blue sky, white clouds, sheep, and lakes, I don’t know what words to use to describe its vast beauty. The plane landed safely at Hailar Airport. Under the heavy downpour, the misty rain in the sky was washed away into the ocher-yellow Lele car, the brown Mongolian robe with wide sleeves, and the matouqin with the sleeves spread out. It was so It cannot break into your field of vision in an instant.
The group of Mongolian life group sculptures on the middle corridor leading to Hailar Airport uses a strong visual impact to tell guests from afar that this is the hometown of the Mongolian people. Every plant and tree here has a strong Mongolian style. The people welcome guests from far away to the prairie where Mongolian long tune was born. In the early morning of the next day, the weather was beautiful, and the sky that was still cloudy yesterday cleared up. In the clear sky, a few white clouds floated gently. The tourist bus left Hailar City and ran all the way, gradually entering the hinterland of the grassland. The huge endless grassland outside the car window is so majestic and peaceful. The slopes and valleys follow the ups and downs of the terrain, so soft and soothing, and the grass is still dark green. However, there will be bundles of tied forage parked there quietly on the slopes, which will change when they dry. The richest pasture. As the car moved, the terrain also changed, and golden strips of light appeared in the distance, which were wheat fields to be harvested. Golden bands of light fluttered across the grass, like sparkling waves on the water. Occasionally, bright golden yellow appears in the nearby fields. You can also see rapeseed flowers at this season, as if you are seeing the quiet yellow color of Wuyuan countryside again. The car was driving smoothly on the not-so-wide road. Suddenly, not far ahead, there was a herd of cows pacing leisurely in all directions, leisurely crossing the road towards the pasture at the other end of the road. Not even bothering to look at the car coming towards them. The car was blocked by a herd of cattle passing by, so the driver simply turned off the engine and stopped the car. Immediately, we got out of the car and ran to the pasture under the roadbed. The green grass is not too high, just above the ankles, and no exposed gravel can be seen, but it is rare and smooth, slender, and boundless when viewed from a distance. The vast grassland can only be best described as a carpet. It is not on a flat surface, but moves upward slowly along with the undulations of the slope, connecting with the blue sky. The snow-white sheep are really like white clouds floating here in the blue sky. The cattle and sheep grazing leisurely on the green grass move slowly on this almost static scene. From time to time they look up at us or flick their tails. This boundless grassland and infinite sky make the world in your eyes, except for the blue in the sky, the green of this grassland, and except for the clouds in the sky, it is the cattle and sheep on this carpet. The breathtaking green and the profound and clear blue will make your heart calm down. The rows of high-rise buildings, cars, horses and pedestrians as well as the mountains and rivers that usually fill the field of vision have now become vague memories of the past life. He leaned down and carefully looked at the slender grass in front of him. The grass did not move at all. At that moment, he only felt the thumping of his heartbeat. The four walls of his body had suddenly dispersed, and all the worries, ambitions and ideals were gone. Has disappeared without a trace. This vast and quiet grassland, the herdsmen galloping, and the blue sky, white clouds, and green grass are like a beautiful oil painting. "Because we are destined in this life, let me have a wish. When the grassland is the most beautiful season, I will accompany you to see the grassland. To see the green grass, to see the blue sky, to see the white clouds floating gently, take me I miss you. Watching the grassland with you, the sunshine is so bright, let love take care of you." After returning from the beautiful grassland, I heard the melodious melody of the matouqin again, as if I saw the endless pasture again, and my heart returned to the Hulunbuir Prairie.
"Gupo Grassland"
The vast grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, with green grass, wild flowers, flocks of cattle and sheep, and pastoral songs flying. This is the grassland in my imagination; Yang The light is bright, the white clouds are blue, the horse is galloping on the grassland, and the wind lifts my long hair. This is my beautiful wish. In my excitement, I looked forward to going to Gupo Grassland. In order to echo the green grassland, I specially wore a pair of red pants; in order to avoid motion sickness, I specially took two motion sickness pills. These two pills actually made me sleep all the way to the top of the Gupo grassland. When everyone called out, they found that several cars had already been parked outside, with many people getting out of the cars. As soon as I opened the car door, a cold wind blew in. There was a strong wind and light rain outside. I tried to follow everyone out of the car, but the cold wind forced me, who was only wearing a white thin short-sleeved top, to shrink into the car. It seems that human thinking can never keep up with the variables of nature! I clearly checked the weather forecast and the temperature was 30 degrees. How could there be such weather! Looking at the grassland in front of me, the shallow inches of grass under my feet were frozen to the ground as pitifully and pitifully as me. A few steps away I could see a few cows lying on the ground blown by the wind, and there was a vast field in the distance. Mist. This is not the grassland I imagined! I huddled in the car and didn't dare to get out. My son said that since he was here, he would follow everyone around, so he forced me to get out of the car again. The cold wind whined and beat wildly on my two thin arms, making it difficult to move even an inch. The raindrops also took the opportunity to show off and follow the wind wildly. My arms were soon covered with goosebumps, and I felt a biting cold. I wondered if it was snowing! When I was standing in the cold wind, not knowing what I was doing, I suddenly saw Cha Xiang’s car following the crowd and joining in the fun. I got into the car without hesitation. There was also a beautiful girl wearing a pair of denim shorts huddled in the car. . The crazy friends under the car finally gave up crossing the pasture because they could not withstand the strong winds of magnitude 7 or 8, and returned to the car and went down the mountain. There are green grass in the valley, a few white yurts lying there peacefully, and a few black huts made of rattan dotted in the distance. What a leisurely and comfortable grassland picture! The wind here is much lighter than in the mountains, but it is still very cold and the rain is still falling. We rented a yurt for a short break. It was almost 12 o'clock, and everyone started having a communist lunch.
I urged Haichuan to light his stove and let me bake. During the dinner, there was Qinghai sorghum wine brought by Sister Wu Se to add to the fun. I had a taste of it as I had not had a drink for a long time. The wine was really mellow and rich, and I felt much warmer. At this time, a friend gave me a pair of sleeves to put on my arms, and Haichuan also gave me a neck gaiter. I suddenly realized that the enemy I fear the most is the cold. Once it gets cold, I really can’t live. What is surprising is that Bubble Hero suddenly dropped from the sky with two beauties. The two girls were dressed in pure white and exuded the vitality of youth. It's just that one has his arms exposed at the top, and the other has his legs exposed at the bottom, which makes people look so cold that they can't hide. At this time and in this environment, you will realize what is truly "beautiful and moving". After finishing the meal, my friends began to take pictures on horseback outside the yurt, and rode around on the horse led by the old man. The ten yuan was still negotiated for half the price. I was too cold to go out, and I didn’t like riding a horse being led by someone. If I wanted to ride, I would let the horse run as much as I wanted, but later I carefully touched the horse’s head and took a picture. After dinner, everyone suggested climbing to the top of the mountain again. Although I was still frightened, I didn’t want to leave any regrets for myself, so we started walking along the creek at the bottom of the valley. After walking for about a kilometer, three ditches appeared in front of us, and we finally chose the one on the right because according to the direction, this ditch can lead up the mountain. Stepping on flowers and plants along the way, taking photos, and feeling the scenery of the valley and grassland. The water source is gone, but people are still in the ditch. It's getting late, so we can only go back the way we came. At 6:30 in the evening, the car returned to the market, and someone shouted: "Look, she is wearing a suspender skirt!" Looking out the window, it was still summer outside, but who knew that we had just experienced a cold baptism?
"Want to Go to the Prairie"
Perhaps because I am so obsessed with Mongolian music, I have always longed to go to the prairie, even if it is just to experience the vastness of the prairie and watch the sunset. At dusk, how the blood-like sunset disappeared brilliantly into the sky, turning the dusk on the grassland into blue. Look at how the white yurt is floating like white clouds in the boundless green. Take a look at how herds of cattle and sheep dot the meadows. Take a look at the soaring goshawks in the clear blue sky... If I want to go to the prairie, I want to sit in a car like Xi Murong, in her hometown - the shining green grassland, under the afterglow of the setting sun. , slowly going into the distance. Look at the light ruts left on the grass after the car ran over it...it must be a faraway state of mind. When I want to go to the prairie, I often recall the movie "Ah!" I watched when I was a child. "Mother", the content of the movie has been forgotten, but the image of the handsome protagonist in the film, the Mongolian young man Bater, is deeply imprinted in my memory, as well as the theme song of the film that is full of charm. The long and beautiful "ah-ho-ha-na-" has made me unable to let go of Mongolian music ever since. When I grew up, searching for that kind of charm became my favorite thing in life, so much so that this obsession also created a desire to see the prairie deep in my heart. Having such a complex in my heart once made me wonder if I carry the soul of a Mongolian from my previous life in my life? If I want to go to the prairie, I want to visit Lasu Rong, the king of prairie singers, and listen to his Mongolian long tunes with my own ears, and then listen to his morin fiddle, so that the melodious, beautiful and sacred Tianlai sound comforts me. A half-life-long dream of the grassland. I once dreamed of riding a snow-green horse and galloping across the grassland with wild flowers. The wild flowers must include blue orchids, golden dandelions, red lilies, pink and white peonies, and asters that are both purple and blue. `There are many, many flowers that I have never seen before that I can’t name. Those flowers only bloom on the beautiful and vast grasslands, hidden in the vast green fields. They must be the seeds left by the God of Flowers. They bloom in strange and beautiful ways. How can people who don't go to the grassland have the chance to meet them? If I want to go to the prairie, I want to stand on the green grass and watch the moon hanging close to my head and the sunset over the Cangshan Mountains. Looking up at the distant night sky as clear as pure water, how beautiful the stars scattered in the clarity must be! I remembered what Jian Zhen wrote in her beautiful article "There is a more beautiful heaven in the distance": "I suddenly felt that 'expectation' is such a sweet moment in life. There is a person to look forward to, a place to look forward to, and the most important thing is... Have a hopeful heart.
"Yes, there is always a bright spot in life that touches us in the distance. How can this be described as "sweet"?