Saihanba of the Hongshan Jun Machang Travels
Baiyun Piao blue sky, white clouds under the horse race ... ... This is an old song sung in N years, only today I realized the realm of the song is definitely not able to appreciate the virtue of imagination, grasslands really beautiful ah, really big TMD.
Inner Mongolia prairie, we young people will aspire to a place Zongma sing, lamb Chijiu. After a simple discussion, we 30CLUB members in a network after the conference and a meeting to discuss, it was decided at the July 18 Friday night, went to the real steppes of Inner Mongolia - the Red Mountain Saihanba Jun Machang.
Hongshan Jun Machang located in Inner Mongolia over the Fengning dam, magnolia paddock but also northward, we have a line (hang two acoustic, multi-tone words, be careful not to read the wrong) 9 +2 people have gone through a night in full swing, intensely sensual Ju After the happy scene, in the year July 19, 2003 Beijing time 4:20 pm arrived in Hebei siheyong paddock. Seem to have been outside, rain, cold air, mixed with a strong moisture, take a deep one, grasses, trees, soil, atmosphere ... ... very cool, and not the slightest smell of horse manure.
Day, daybreak, we boarded vehicles rushed to the territory of Inner Mongolia, the Red Army Jun Machang Saihanba along the way I was blowing cold, biting wind boring summer of my chest. Beautiful scenery outside the window, ah, the boundless forest, long grass. Slowly, everything is in front of Mo becoming increasingly blurred, I felt cold, biting cold, my hands have not moved my legs are numb, breathing slowly slowly down the weak, and later I lost consciousness of the ... ... Then I fell asleep.
When I awoke, the sun was shining outside the window, we have reached the Hongshan Jun Machang, the distance was a hazy green, shrouded in the morning, I also heard the sound of horse's bray, and the wings of the air goshawk flap. At this time the car reaches a super-star hotels, getting bigger as a "courtyard", simple decoration.
Wash face, brush your teeth, eat breakfast on the train departure.
First the general nur, visitors for more than a late, not Maji, we play volleyball, play quickly, I am alone in bed, extremely comfortable.
Afternoon to the Grand Canyon, the scenery is also very good on the road, a large of nasturtium, as well as a variety of wild flowers, the distant grasslands of the solitary tree, buckwheat neat places, everything is the United States.
Here we are, rolling undulating green in a creek meanders, creek next to the bush is lush. Camp, corruption ... ... a sudden moment, heavy rain fell from the sky (nonsense, do not fall from the sky where down), but fortunately we are wise, ahead of tied up the tent. Grasslands, often under the afternoon rainstorm. Strong winds to blow the rickety tents, tents, wind mixed with rain outside the tent flapping sound, the sound constantly, as if not far off firecrackers "Thunderbolt Pa啦, Perak par啦,." But at the moment, I am never quiet, deep-seated quiet, inexplicable and grasslands magic? Musings of a sudden, from the tent next door heard a woman screaming, and several men's laughter, the voice of Lara lock, I can not help but tense up? I went out of tents, found that the rain had stopped, we opened the tent zipper to climb out of, are cheering.
"Riding to the Grand Canyon go, which is very fun." Villagers were holding their own horse came to us looking to do business, our organization and their horses from the first few consultations, negotiations, and finally identified the services, duration of contract, the total amount of payment and contracts.
I like you, I want you, I want you, and finally I got his wish. This is a very handsome horse, horse's mane is very long, as well as point Wei Juan, Xiang Gang burns hot ions. We went horseback riding the bottom, but also came up, but also gone through a deep quagmire even imagined I felt very nervous very scared, I really might have stuck to get out in, and always be buried deep in the quagmire inside. Trotting horse with us for the ride, naughty specifically looking for the branches under the drill, and many comrades back of the head, after the neck, back and the branches have been set aside a bloodstain. The way my dearest brother, I do not know why the knife, suddenly a Ehupusi, across from the horse's head, the flying Grilled upright in the ground, but fortunately compare swampy. My horse is really good horse, beyond the control of any kind in his front, untamed, flying up to five meters tall can I paving, but fortunately I clung to Ma reins only be spared the knife brother repeat mistakes. For reasons of timing and the saddle of the reasons, I have not rushed to the Grand Canyon on the back, leaving a little regret, but we have the next life Well. Grand Canyon Good-bye, waiting for me, I will certainly return.
Sheep are roasted with fire, we have two gay lesbian with a look at the sunset to go along with the mountains, and Tingyou ambience. The few of us did not flavor of the two brothers at the same time Rengzhe UFO, sweating, I feel my skill has improved darts, Amy UFO ninth grade.
Hungry, hungry giant. Have not come back, we have been lying in bed to play every seven games, losing self-flagellation 5 push-ups, sit-ups, Ms. 5, when the President made a beautiful time of 385 push-ups, watching the sunset comrades back, and they seemed very happy, but also a bit tired look.
Dinner began sharpening its talons to the lamb, tastes great, drinking beer, eating mutton, lamb cutting knife feeling pretty good, it was great, and then cutting knife (I have to go back to see the psychological doctor), drank beer, eating mutton, we are fighting beyond imagination, a few cases of beer, a whole sheep, who are all finished, leaving only a sheep's head, sheep spine head and two without a shred of meat leg of lamb. Delicious ah! As the cold and alcohol reasons, jumped for a Mongolian style dance, I went to bed.
The next day I woke up, we no waking, sleeping in the mouth still sported the slightest smile, and I feel very good together casually. I went out the door, grasslands, the air is very fresh, and very quiet. Rest a night in some parts of the body some pain, but pain that I am also conscious of mankind's most terrible Daoshi numb. Eaten rice, we drove again started a new journey.
As has just rained, the air is fresh, the grass on a fascinating and dew on the grass. The car did not go far, they fall into the trap a series of unfathomable quagmire, it is a masterpiece of heavy rain yesterday. We carts, difficult than we imagined large mat boards, moving stones, weeding, as well as hand-dug mud, it is this suddenly a natural scene, let me be more precise feel of our tremendous team spirit, unity, selfless, fearless, it is moving, a great team 30CLUB. No one Pazang avoid the Rolex dredging pad stone, mortal cart was covered with a splash of mud, fine silt Vice-foot struggling to carts, the reason I moved is because today's young people ah, ah refused to bear hardships, especially the little point of success, but our comrades are a lot of achievements, engineers, psychologists, boss, department manager, a rare rare ah, ah touched moved and tears splashed the left ah.
We have to ride the morning to go Yeya Hu and generals nur. We get on a horse, set foot on the journey.
My horse quickly, while large forces and wizards have disappeared. Horse thirsty, and took me to the river, he drink water, grasslands, a small river is very clear, some sandy river bed. I did not deliberately set out to horse going? Any horse to take me to the ends of the earth, walked, walking, and soon I went to the depths of the grassland. I have been to Fengning dam, but also went to Emperor Kangxi grasslands, Taishi village, but in the grasslands Saihanba is a real insight into the broad prairie, when you ride the flying on the empty prairie, only a small distance Hongshan, as well as horse and you, as if the whole world, only you one person, between heaven and earth completely tolerated by any miscellaneous things this world has nothing to do with you, the real soul release, the real heart sublimation of this world have everything Yung Shen Mo no less than it. In particular, Zongma mounted on top of the hill grassland overlooking the Quartet, rolling hills, neat chunks of wheat fields, very clear and big blocks of color like a painter with only two colors to describe the world. Between heaven and earth as if only the clouds and the grasslands of the shadow of clouds, the sky clouds thick, underground shadow black, the sky clouds light, bright shadows on the ground, between heaven and earth there are only two colors, eyeful of green, clear blue. If you have the feeling of speeding on their pastures are intoxicated, that Mo, boarded the top of the hill overlooking the grassland of the Quartet is a feeling of vertigo, the feeling, this life had on no regrets.
Any good things are short-lived, because you could not bear. Time off quickly, blink of an eye and I want to say goodbye horses, and horses can not bear to me, and soft dark eyes disclosed a natural luster, the distant green color schungite more, unlike the bright start that Mo . Dam under the road gloomy days, it seems God do not want us to leave, I am a little frustrated and no longer speak. The vehicle it began to rain, and roads that we have gone through Mondsee, outside of the rain more, we all appreciate that the dam line and get off the last one landscape, we arrived in the lake, the rain suddenly up, I am quickly distraction umbrella, comrades all gathered in one Xiaosan, the crowded forward. Outside is a vast expanse of rain, day and moon, the lake mixed up into a ball the same as before mixing uniform gray, but the umbrella is full of warmth. This team, everyone Nanaimo enthusiasm, sincerity, there is no line of defense of each other's minds, there is no preoccupied, we care for each other, mutual caring, deeply moved me.
The most precious thing on earth than this.
This trip I am very productive, deep experience. Pure blue sky, the boundless green, shiny stars, proud nasturtium, authentic Inner Mongolia Kaoquan Yang also big mama my dear.
And our team.
Always remain in my memory. (END)
Haitian 2003/7/24
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