In the evening, moved to leaves home yurt, there are three boys in Chongqing University.
Row after row of yurt on the bar in the mountainside at the vast grassland. Ye told us that they lived in the mountains here in the summer yurt, winter foot of the mountains to live in brick houses. Because the winter very cold and inconvenient transportation, housing and not the mountains. Now is the season put the horse, except for some for visitors to the horse, all other things into the mountains wild, they grow too large Biaofeitizhuang, one prepared by the winter off fat.
Hardly worth the effort-based people can not earn a day's horse, and now have put a saddle and freely on the grass planted noble head, chewing grass. There is no horse stables, horse in the wild at night to sleep in his own office to find a shelter from the wind and put the trilogy. Early morning, horses obediently waiting for the master to send to it the god. I asked, horses do not stand the cold? Ye said, not afraid, horse hair longer go again.
Horse's life about 20 years, 5,6 years of age is the most humane, the most robust age of 7,8 years old to the prime of life, 12,13 the age of the retired. Kazakh tribe not eat his own horse, but most sent to markets in the sell, there are feelings of horses has been pension nail in the coffin. Ye said the horses pass human. Watching horse big watery eyes, long eyelashes flutter, I trust. Ma Ye arch lips around him dawdle, I gently Fushun its brown hair, it is not to hide, and sometimes what I affectionately arch.
Horse loves freedom, and loved to run. Tajima still have to put on those cards every day with their mouth and neck of the saddle, one after another stupid weak Tuozhao stranger, like an old ox pulling away like a broken car.
Ye said that he especially like riding like Tianchi life, he earns a summer vacation on the more than 2,000 yuan, enough flowers to go to school, tuition, books, living expenses are all on their own.
Ye took me to see a small waterfall Tianchi Unfortunately, not the time, only the steep of the mountain, without rushing sound of waves of water potential.
Is far from a large group over the dark mass in the grassland circled yes eagle group. From time to time a few dive down Diao something, but also into the sky. Didi De, tall, gradually dispersed. Yeh said the day, evening, eagle group should be getting together here.
Two Kazak little boy, each holding the waist, in the wrestling. A little smaller did not point this Cheche clothes, pulling it's trousers, and still push 2. Sunset the grasslands and they all blend into a golden, when I go to the lens to sweep them when they jump up in Yiliu Yan, laughter rolled dispersed. The smallest in my direction that the tail did not forget to play a grimace.
Night, where people wander Star America was heading, and when I come out from the yurt fall in. inadvertently raised his head. Stars woven curtain, could not bear to jitter. I reach out and want to catch that falling wizard, one to a very beautiful arc, into the end of the night.
I exclaimed, did not care for me, and I arrogate Star.
Riding on the Tianshan Mountains.
To see the snow to go. Xuefeng, under the blue sky, stood a solemn manner. Lingyin is like the Buddha, in front of you is very remote, not Having understood the Millennium tricky.
I just want to touch her soul bare veins, and small knot - medusa. Mountains have snow lotus and Shek Lin, now is the flowering period. Shek Lin length of a crevice in the mountainside, above the snow line in Saussurea. They look roughly the same, Saussurea efficacy about wins a chip.
On horseback Huangyou You, the sun fierce face. Mountain, tree, river to the sky a unique combination of welcome to you, the generous display of colorful green.
Horses were injured, and thorn headlong into water chestnut, bleeding, need to re-nail horseshoe.
Into a steep climb, no longer is a horse, but the person himself.
Watching endless road, and still distant mountains, I got cold feet. Days is so Che, grasslands are so touching, I wish to lie down and rest. I think I could ever dream of snow as a.
But all people have leave, Xu Yuan, I watched them, such as ant-like jumping. I am also a stroll.
Tuodui traveled paths,
Wildflower little
Girl singing
In the mountains of Wang Dan's light waves
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In this piece of land, no life to give me a little touched. The soul, always a place far away from the city stop.
Ancient sun wet, I was in tears.
I Zouliaohenjiu, countless wild flowers wither in my hands and went back to the earth. I finally away from the snow-capped mountains close vicinity of sleep.
Wake up, eyeful Venus, the world's very quiet. I began to Mile, I want to set foot on the snow line. Hungry, thirsty, and a crevice mouth squeezed white snow.
Many people who head down the mountain, some holding snow lotus, tell me, from the snow line not far away.
I climb numb, I do not believe that I was standing in the snow line, though their predecessors trampled by a large black glaciers, towering into the sky is the rise of the peak.
I was on the snow line, one to this one travel photos.
There is no snow lotus, lotus leaves, green leaves and broad, lying in the rock crevices in tightly. Sichuan Province has sent me two boys, huge and white petals Saussurea outreach, surrounded by a circle false flower, a bit like a night-blooming cereus, but more green secluded, incense is more pure.
Down the road, was dragged under the guide.
Close to collapse, in the mountainside of the yurts, a bowl irrigated horse breast grunt down, sour, and cold, and my internal organs be properly pacify a bit. Out of the yurt, the first is more strange, Shen, a Unit, channeling heat straight forehead. I am drunk, after all, wine, a bit like the taste of beer, with horse breast fermentation, usually stored in a black leather pocket.
On the horse, the sun is getting away, day after dark, more cold. Ye sing the Kazakh love songs, a long way roundabout.
Lake a large group of foreigners lit bonfires, Kanda Shan. I waffle a few in English, then a string of hand hot lamb.
Malaysia continues to gallop, hot patches in the leaves of the yurt waiting. Fatigue, cold air swept away.
Is also a starry night
Author: outdoor3