On the Indian River in the Great Northern Wilderness, there are endless wasteland. When the educated youth went to the countryside, I went there and thought I had a chance to ride a horse. As a result, the carriage often took it away and I was disappointed. There are many horses, all pulling carts and rushing to the shaft.
Once, my hometown and I took a walk in the carriage class. It was a tall stallion, and his horse was riding on his head without a saddle. He managed to climb onto the horse's back. Before he could sit still, the horse began to run. Before he ran far, he was overturned and he couldn't get up. I feel horrible. From then on, I never dared to touch that horse again, let alone expect to be a hero on horseback.
Thirty years later, I traveled to nanshan pasture, Xinjiang, and my companions were riding horses. I thought to myself, I can't let others underestimate me. Horses are mainly led by Uighur girls. I picked a pony, led by a girl who can speak Chinese. She helped me get on the horse, then she got on the horse skillfully, sat behind me, shook the reins and urged the horse to move forward. The road is very rough. I am shivering on my horse. I am afraid. She giggled and told me not to be afraid. Sometimes, she deliberately let her horse go and ran away, scaring me to stop, but the horse wouldn't listen to me, and with her protection, I wouldn't fall, just narrowly missed. The scenery along the way was infinite, but my eyes just looked at the horse's head anxiously, and I was relieved when I got off the horse. Riding a horse is actually riding a horse
A few days later, we arrived at the Nalati grassland in Yili.
This is a beach grassland, with beautiful rivers on one side and rolling green hills on the other. The mountains are tangled with clouds, the forests are misty, and the pines and cypresses soar into the clouds. In the middle is a vast grassland with lush green grass and fragrant wild flowers.
I couldn't resist the urge to ride a horse and went straight to the cavalry. There are dozens of horses waiting there, led by Kazakh herders, most of whom can't speak Chinese. I chose a little boy who was leading a red-brown horse. I got on the horse and the boy sat behind me and walked along a mountain road. I met three tourists on horseback, two men and one woman, with no one to accompany me.
I was surprised and asked them, "Can you ride horses?"
They smiled and replied, "This is the first time. Very easy to ride. Put the little boy down quickly and let's go up the mountain together. " I plucked up my courage and persuaded the boy to dismount.
They taught me: "Step on half a pedal and clamp your leg ..."
Up the hill, the mountain is not high and the road is not steep. I followed them over mountains and mountains, through spruce forests, and the fragrance was refreshing. It is refreshing to ride on horseback and overlook the grassland above the mountains.
When going down the mountain, the last female knight suddenly exclaimed. We looked back and got a fright. When the saddle slips on the horse's ass, the female knight will fall off the horse. We got off the horse quickly, ran to help her down, tied the saddle firmly, and we rode on and continued down the mountain.
The grassland by the stream is vast and there are many people riding horses. We put the horse on the grassland and ran round and round, which was very enjoyable. After riding a horse all afternoon, I am tired, my legs are sore and my ass is sore.
It's dusk, so we have to say goodbye. I am grateful for their guidance and encouragement. I can ride horses happily and freely. Before leaving, the lesbians told me that they were the main leaders of Kuitun City. They are approachable and really have no airs of being an official. It can be seen that they are not riding for the first time, but their beautiful lies helped me. I finally became a rider, although my riding skills were worse. I waved goodbye to them.
In the early spring of the following year, I traveled to Diqing, Yunnan.
The mysterious Shangri-La, where there is Napahai grassland, is very big and beautiful. In the dry season, Haizi dried up and became a small pond hidden deep in the grassland. Ten miles from the water, you have to ride a horse to enjoy it. It's my turn to ride in line. This horse is led by an old Tibetan man. He walked in front and the horse slowly carried me.
I persuaded him to let me ride. I told him, "I can ride a horse and I am an old rider."
He said in blunt Chinese, "This is a fierce horse and it is in danger. I am afraid that I have broken someone, and I can't bear the responsibility. "
Helpless, ride slowly and have a look.
On horseback, I remembered an old proverb in my hometown:
People can't be bullied,
Horses are hard to ride,
Don't laugh at others wearing hemp fiber!