"Why can't Mongols and China people love each other? The world is greener and the sun is setting. " From Lao She's prairie,
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The host is hospitable to drive the sheep, the milk wine is crisp and fragrant, and the blessing is often difficult to express. Don't forget each other when you raise your glass. The old man still sings the songs of that year, and the young man adds the costume of the times. Why can't you bear to say goodbye to the Mongolian and Han people? [
Original text:
prairie
Author: Lao She
This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other places. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green. The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. The green color is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this state, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.
We visited Chenbaerhu Banner. The car walked 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands. Another one hundred and fifty mile, it is still grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around. After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance-river! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip. Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain, as if a gust of wind was blowing. Men, women and children dressed in various colors immediately danced like rainbows. This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away. When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together. The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts.
Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars. Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. The master got off the horse, so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. When you say yours, I say mine, which generally means national unity and mutual assistance.
Somehow, I got into the yurt. Milk tea is poured, milk tofu is placed, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, kind and comfortable. Soon, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton. The cadres toasted us, and the elderly in their 70s toasted us. We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate. At this time, Ewenki girls wore pointy hats and were a little shy in generosity, singing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast. Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile.
After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?
About the author:
Lao She (1February 3, 899-1August 24, 966), formerly known as Shu Qingchun, has other pen names, such as Qingqing, Hongse and Fei Ming. , the word gave up. Because Lao She was born in beginning of spring in the lunar calendar, his parents named him "Chun Qing", which may mean celebrating the arrival of spring and having a bright future. After school, I changed my name to Shu Sheyu, which means "give up on yourself", that is, "forget me". Believing in Christianity, Manchu in Beijing is a red flag man.
China is a modern novelist, a famous writer, an outstanding language master and a people's artist. He is the first writer in New China to win the title of "People's Artist". Representative works include Camel Xiangzi, Four Generations of a Family, Teahouse and so on. Lao She worked selflessly all her life. He is a well-deserved "model worker" in the literary and art circles. 1966, Lao She was forced to sink into Taiping Lake in Beijing due to vicious attacks and persecution during the Cultural Revolution. [