Hercynian deep unspeakable joy really can not be more than 30 years of age to leave the city, in this play with on the slopes of mountain flowers brilliant "Diushou Juan" game say that it is tedious in the leisure, gloomy in the well-being.
In accordance with the character of Ah Hao straightforward, we prepared to come to the end of the road leading to the Hercynian and went until there is no road. I marvel, Hercynian how far the road? Is it really no end?
With the gravel road, with the A-ho dissipate into the atmosphere of the character, I really doubt that he wanted to go to their cars and out of the country (in this case from the mountain is only separated from the Republic of Kazakhstan), to bring everyone to go to open to the limitless horizon .
Simply beautiful without saying that in return therefore, willing to go somewhere where went to the bar, according to our character, the ultimate lie here it anyway.
Westbound more than 20 years, not gradually as expected in front of a decent way, just a dusty green velvet ribbon in the distance started to go slowly, gradually narrowing. Gravel like to run tired of small animals, quietly sits on the road, no longer fly as the wheels roll the same again.
A Villa side to the window around, and while asked me: "We are open to the pastures go?!"
I am very excited. Because the feeling of driving in the grasslands is very natural, comfortable, but I am afraid of the road ditch and gully gully vehicles would fall into the trap to go, when some hesitated.
Less than I answered, the car left the shoulder bumps to go forward to open grasslands, Zonda, and Shoko followed Touyan body and took a turn has come.
From a distance, while a flat grassland, but that is not artificially trimmed, it is inevitable that some fictions situation. Near the lake about 100 meters away, the A-ho stopped their cars, "how we like to play here?" I said, "Well."
Out of the car, I immediately stretch the limbs, comfortable heart and lung, greedily suck the fresh air of the two Hercynian. At this time, chunks of dark clouds obscured the Hercynian, so that every one grass Hercynian all dim down.
Beautiful scenery nothing short of amazing.
Hercynian beauty lost after the sun slowly reveals another kind of beauty: the wind from blowing You Lan lake, tilting the bushes, as if there where a bunch of grass in the search possession of a little bit of sunshine but also to It flickered, making it distributed, disappeared in the Hercynian of the air, so that the whole Hercynian without leaving the slightest sunshine, so that the exposed Hercynian in the gloomy desolately Grass and slightly uneasy with the landscape.
Cattle and sheep around the car quietly grazing, the wind in their ears mews, they occasionally raised his head and looked at us, the people, as if not aware of when we came here, the wind will be the message to tell them, they slow leisurely turned and went a little far away from our spots.
Hercynian no brilliance, no 4 in the sunlight to show the gorgeous, spectacular scenery, but reveals the true original color. Dark green grasslands, lakes Youlan, distant mountains of the fog, everything is back to the original, there is no sun in the superficial jump, there is no post-Wu-beauteous mountain flowers embellished, everything embodies calm, which embodies the breadth and depth, which embodies so people feel the real beauty of melancholy, so that people health sympathy and affection and confusion. I immediately thought of at the moment under the sun in the eyes where the US-Hercynian, in the colorful arcs will be the next people moved out of a tear, while the loss of sunlight Hercynian, beautiful even better through my heart.
Hercynian the cold wind carrying the lake from my arms in the holding ring through, lifted my hair, breeze my face. I am alone in a place not far from the lake stood quietly watching Hercynian, thinking hard about the sun and now the Hercynian Hercynian.
Hercynian now seems to unload the costumes, virgin, from the sun to return joy in the boudoir, simple and minimalist inner meaning of the blame as if filled with cold conditions, such as cold image arrows through my heart, so I called the Cold War : The girl was originally Hercynian Hercynian overtaken by the wind, then cold, then the permeability people, by her blowing the grass has bent over at once to tell a girl's bleak past Hercynian.
I suddenly remembered the legend of race Satoki is indeed true. I remember A Hao told me that the girl died Hercynian love good brother, the sadness, and crying every day, they gush of the present Sailimu Lake, which lake water is the girl's eyes spring out of the heart. Came here last year, when I have been to Lake Central, touching off the tears, the kind of head cold biting cold so I can not forget ......
Think of ecstasy, he suddenly surprised them, how I will feel in it, feel this girl, this Wind it?
I called the Cold War, subconsciously shook his head, my thoughts quickly dumped a clean, for fear of what is here, also left a mess of the blame situation.
Grasslands, such as green velvet, from under our feet was spread to the horizon, with the line of sight, I tried to chase the green at the end, chasing to catch a can not see marginal. I am laughing with their own to leave the city came to the vast Hercynian eyes are not even enough, and often boast very good eyes, look at it very prospective ...... all this it makes no sense -- - Landscape vegetation would have natural, where I will be able to see a finished, see undercooked? Even if my thoughts will be ten times on the Hercynian the wind does not carry with her a Ling Ding Hui random idea.
I felt so insignificant in. The city saw many people and things here, too insignificant, and to my eyes to measure the Hercynian of grasslands, mountains, breeze thorough, did not dare to think of cooling down, and that even some of Xie Hu Youlan The lake is simply ridiculous and funny, and in such a King Hercynian screen, I think I was honest look at nature, and are seriously really get a feeling of natural, carefully listening to the teachings of this nature is correct.
I had a natural, you can hear the wind, see Youlan, and cattle and sheep to speak with the grass ...... I have learned to shake hands, and I will conquer the Hercynian and also I am a natural.
A ho lit a cigarette, leaning against the car at, suck the Hercynian wind Mody, a pair of eyes on the lenses inside fired at the lake since then. Suddenly come to this view of what the people in the initial situation, his mind is well aware, fresh vision, fluctuating emotions, words failed to convey his ideas of representation, are a love of nature. For this love, Ah Hao is not the same with all of us, he has placed within the heart of this love. Years of wandering the Quartet's mature experience made him such a love has become calm and full of deep feeling.
A side Xizhe Yan Hao while quietly watching the green blue connecting places, thinking will never be in the beautiful scenery would also like a never-ending feeling of nature. In order to pursue this very personal feelings, he often suddenly disappear in the crowd and filled with sand, and independent of the dim blue of the Star Lane. He is a "god."
At this time, Zonda came up, hands in his trouser pocket, the calm face was also wondering this luxuriant beauty of the Hercynian where, the usual smile was always apparent coolness Hercynian temporarily concealed by the wind. He kind of smile when they are together so that people feel quiet and peaceful, plain humble smile had often to bring together partners happy. This is a very known person regulatory body instrument. Friends together, as the Zonda so few people are entitled to. I have consciously or unconsciously, took note of partners where each flash, while others can not see the advantages of flash when I feel my shortcomings too much, I feel to find a friends not looking for a block of Pao-yu, if used carved seeking Baoyu eyes to see a friend, then no one is your friend; When you are objective and up, real up, you will find friends who are struggling to find an impressive flashing light.
Shoko opened the car's sound, sonorous and forceful flying grassland music, told the lonely prairie, Shoko cheerful bird with a truck coming here any more. I like the character of Shoko, happy, stable, honest, respected friend. Interaction time is not long, but felt that he was a respected partner, and he can always adjust the atmosphere when all together, people feel that humor and comfortable.
With the music we Shoko spontaneously began to dance.
At this point I was standing 3,40 m away from the people outside on the grass and watch them joyfully jumping, and I will inspire. Suddenly felt funny: In this day and grassland, in addition to those of us flying characters people who would want to dance here, popular culture?
I like to watch. We went to front to take over the Zonda fed to the smoke lit, standing next to the A-ho and Zonda looked at. Then came whoami asked me that there are swans you see it?
I smile. In the left when you go to the lake I saw a pair of bird wings to take off from the surface of the water slowly Yang, beautiful and soft and touching gesture. At first thought it was a swan, but the lake is salty, no plants, the average temperature is very low. The lake is beautiful for us, for the swan a bit harsh. Grass is probably the North according to the sand flying geese or duck-like waterfowl bar!
But I do not want to tell whoami my thoughts. Since the Hercynian, I began to like the fat partner, and together on top of one night and I Zonda and Shoko had to take him to the United States and the United States opened a second heart. Since the swan is beautiful, whoami mind is beautiful, then let them beautiful with it, to waste his side touched the belly side of the hand stretched out to touch the air feeling to go, as if exploring a small waist.
Are static thinking, I heard A-ho said, "come a Kazakh," go back and saw the front not far from there to the side of the Kazakh nomads on horseback Ben Lai, wearing a black wool coat, shoulders the very end ping, people looked far exceeds the size of the horse and feel really at odds.
Kazakh music along Shoko Bozhuan horse easily turn, stand in front of us. The face was thin Youhei sustain the high cheekbones, showing the different ethnic minorities and Han Chinese a strong personality. Yet, looking at his eyes, I found it to be a pair of dismal, dull eyes, there is no nimbus, showing that in the eyes of the strange and there is no glory in the eyes so that he suddenly lost their cheeks full of personality strength, and change unable to get some boring.
Kazakh herders from blunt Chinese asked us not to ride horseback, and then policy body leg lift and lower the saddle. To seize the bridge from his saddle can be seen, he did not tighten the girth a horse, he is almost twisting body slide down from his horse, the movements are very skilled, even if there is no stirrup he would up and down freely. I think that this coherent action in this grassland there is no one better than he did.
His horse around, get to where we prepare and A-ho accosted the opposite, I clearly saw him inside a root of the bloodshot whites of the eyes, but also smelled the smell of a wave of alcohol Kazak herdsmen ---- This is a drunkard.
At first I could not understood what he said, he said, every sentence with his lack of language to express the meaning of coherence, there is no logic, there is no clear expression to his idea to place, from the "You ride my cheap to "click on to" Mao was a good man, "and we had puzzled, not understand it from an.
I explore the Kazakh people's thinking about coming 90-degree turn, and his expression of stubbornly trying to be my line of thought with him think, pulled together. This greatly aroused my interest, so I stood on the side of A-ho, stare at his every move, listening to every one of his blunt words.
Kazakh removed from the coat pocket a roll after a careful volume of waste newspapers, I immediately realized that he smoked a cigarette together Mo. I am very pleased to co-Mo smoke, because the changes over time and life slowly and prosperity, which the original can be found everywhere in the city streets of Mo combined smoke, now hard to find their trace, and for a long time did not smoke that cigarette The feeling!
Time Shoko and the Arab-ho also aware that should draw one. The three of us tear each good piece of paper, around him, so he has given us co-Mo's inside rolls of tobacco.
In this gap where the corner of my eyes found his face clearly showing a happy smile, the spirit of atheism's eyes up in his eyes, revealing a trace of happiness shimmer.
Kazakhs actually caught a large group of tobacco on my Cigarette Paper, almost no fewer than Sheng, and I quickly said: "Enough, enough!" To the legs, one or two steps. Then he raised his head, the whole face had changed, become so suddenly. He eyes were carefully again our three cigarettes were carefully read it again, seems very curious that we can with him smoke his cigarettes, along with his little happy to share. He Yangqi Mei-yu, as if confided to us his joy, seems a little nervous, maybe it is because of the relationship of language to express them while others do not feel oppressed. I do not know if my guess is correct.
He began waving his hands in front of us, God flying color.
I'm sure he wanted to say, but not come out the words to express all instilled in front of me that let me dazzling moves.
Kazakh people will be placed at an angle a shoulder, a hand over his head, as if to tell us that in his hands raised above all else there is in the flickering light, one will be another hands together on the lower abdomen before the hunched, as if he told us that he is very tiny, very modest, very dare say or do.
We asked him, you know that Deng Xiaoping is? He said: "Well the Communist Party. I am now 51 years old, the Communist Party saved me; Mao Zedong's good, Deng Xiaoping's good."
We asked him, you know that Jiang Zemin and Bill Clinton do? He said, "Jiang Zemin? I do not know, I can not say. Clinton that Pakistan Lang son (Victoria words: kids) Well? I do not know. I do not know, I can not say."
The few of us began to laugh, and we got the message, also centered on the idea of working with him, unwilling to stop the feelings of his unique expression.
After a little quieter, which Kazakh people do not know from where抄手him pull out a bottle of wine. I think it's interesting, and then a few moments he felt could not know from where the body to work out a missile to tease us.
He put the bottle right hand, left hand dropped the whip around in my hand, Ye Xia Yang a black wool coat down, laying on the grass, lower my eyes, sit down, put the bottle of wine on the pier on the ground in front of us move beckon, it is necessary and we like him to sit down and earnest eyes, a solemn expression.
Zonda handed him a mug of Health. He opened the bottle, pour the first glass of wine to pass me, asking me to drink. I Bianhe Bian thought it was a drunkard before we came here may have drank a bottle, I drink now is clearly a new bottle of wine. Waiting for my Zonda, Shoko, cloud-hui, A-ho drink the cup on the post in front of him, he suddenly stood up, shocked look, but also indistinct to turn his back to everyone that the car with the Shoko music jump.
His response to the music, swaying around the body, feet marching beat, input was like a child, followed by those of us of this forgotten people who drank with him just now.
I am greatly amazed, and instantly forgot rushed past the alcohol, thinking, what is the reason that he has done so one makes an unexpected move? Him that the performance of a sudden, what made me feel embarrassed, I sat on the grass behind him, Leng Leng's looked at him, watching his face has not lost the excitement and pleasure.
I left the Kazakh people, but also toward the lake.
To leave the city, in the distant prairie, along with wind and rain, along with cattle and sheep, in the quiet lonesome in the tenacious people who spend their lives there is no happy? I do not know. Looked at the Kazakh people, I felt that he was very lonely, but his heart certainly existed in the past the illusion. In this vast grassland, we are not regulars, like we do with him smoking and drinking, after all, scarce to be looked at him with music, dance, we can not understand his inner world? Why did he jump up and do?
Around the Tianshan Mountains in Urumqi I have seen many of the Kazakh steppe on the shepherds, as he did not make me feel so outrageous.
Kazakh people, encouraged by their A-ho, a hand of "Bortala old wine cellar," in one hand and whip sang the resonant idyll.
Voice was hoarse throat in the smoke syllable is harmonious.
A song fine, A-ho asked him, what you sing? Translation to us to listen to?
Shepherd's face when the brilliant smile, "Me? I sing is 'We do not hasa culture, riding a horse gallop on the grasslands; no culture can only grazing, always living in the foot of the mountains.' "
Pastoral grasslands, grasslands on the radio.
The wind, and the lake shore, green light ......
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Author: kalakashi
