Prairie Line
Jason
Occasionally turn the old albums, and a few in Inner Mongolia yellow photo shoot of the shadow into the eye; I remove from the CD racks prairie singer - Tengger album, so that he was able to penetrate the space-time singing my back Napian green sea ......
Closer, closer, with the smell of the green from the smell, I know that he has really come to dream of green sea --- grassland.
Ulanhot train slowly entered the station, a station, I was a symbol of Urumqi - a white horse statue come into view. The importance of horses in Inner Mongolia is self-evident. In the grasslands to the real, I first went to the temple to visit the suburbs of Genghis Khan. A few hundred years ago is the only knowledge of the Mongols carved bow shoot great, so that the entire Eurasian continent have succumbed under his iron heel. The temple is not large, which hung weapons and maps, as well as display of spoils of war. History, people can not understand the world of the Chinese nation was Megatron in the Ming and Qing era of rapid defeat, but all is not important. A Western proverb says, a reflection of mankind, God laugh. In order not to allow the elderly Xiaopodupi God, I have visited the circle slightly and went back out, sweat the merits and demerits have to let historians note bar.
Back to the station, I jumped into the ditch of the CMB bound trees. The administrative division of Inner Mongolia and the mainland is also very different from what is known in many parts of what the Union flag, as Ulanhot bleeding near the right-wing before the flag is called Kohl. My purpose is to Kohl secretion in prairie. After China and Pakistan more than two hours of the bumps, I have the car under the guidance of the local people, it is a small unknown village, a delicate and charming villages set of sunflowers to greet my arrival. A small village is really small, only a few row of houses, I turn a couple of laps, could not find a place to eat, the stomach has protested against, and not Guannameduo, entered a family. I saw man of the house sitting on the kang, the hostess in the cooking. The house a bit dark, feelings, and similar houses the Northeast. I was think about how to call them, the man of the house welcome in the ranks, "How can she say when something happens?" I hastened to explain the purpose in coming, in my surprise, Inner Mongolia and northeast like enthusiasm. They pulled me to sit on the kang, and pour a cup of tea. They asked me many questions, but where's, to do so on grassland. Know that I am a person came from Changchun man of the house with mock seriousness, said: "a person, not afraid? You can be careful, we are very rough but the people of Inner Mongolia." I quickly replied: "not afraid, I know most of Inner Mongolia are all good people as you like. "Having everyone laughed. Dinner, I inquired to them a lot about the news of grassland. Have finished a lot of local people, economic and cultural effects are greatly affected by the mainland. When he learned that I would like to go deep into the prairie their dreams, the male and female master muttered a few words, and then told me that their village was a motorcycle, you can take me in the past, but to give money. I have learned a good price, they bid farewell to it on the hospitality of the couple, so that motorcycle took me into the Napian endless sea.
To open a motorcycle is a young man, but maybe he just drank some wine, let me sit behind the suspense, but not straight, I wanted a one way, "Big Brother, where the prairie was beautiful ah!" "That's fine. "" I want to drive this beautiful grassland where certainly very comfortable, allow me to do too enjoyable? "" No problem, "If I can say he was driving unsafe, can not really go deep in the grasslands, there has been forthright in Mongolia people hit meal possible. I enjoy speeding endless sea of grass scent rushing toward us, but were drawn into the grass beside the roads lead to the green stain is really beautiful and I have forgotten their own where they have been smoked chlorophyll I have no idea for the Fish to be gone.
Opened close to an hour or so, my eyes emitting a large group of cattle, goats and horses, the group of white red brown black prairie Wizard of green under the blue sky white clouds enjoy the ocean swim, leisurely eating grass. I stopped the car towards the shepherd, asked him if he could let me ride. But said that for a long time, he just looked at me blankly, do not say OK do not say no, oh, It turned out that people did not understand Mandarin Inner Mongolia. I quickly asked the driver to give me as a translator, a shepherd smile that agree with my request. They taught me some basic knowledge of riding, I was taken to a look more gentle saddle horses are in front, I can not wait to jump up. I do not know, or horses with the Mongolian shepherd and Ma said a few words on the opening hand so that horse gently ran. Although the first time riding, but I do not feel afraid, that the flowers in the open grasslands of spurring a horse feels like a fly in the sky freely. Ran a few laps, I was not sure how to stop it when the shepherd blowing of a whistle, the horse on the steady and stopped. Down, I am excited to touch its beautiful brown hair, the horse is also friendly to me shaking his tail.
Farewell shepherd, I continue to move forward, one after another will see a number of yurts. I am in a small lakeside yurts before the stop, hospitable owner pulled me into the tent, it is a very big yurts, which is also very beautiful decoration. I pour a glass of the owner who can not be separated prairie tea. We still have to communicate through the drivers, Inner Mongolia, where many people still do not understand Mandarin. This piece of grassland is not a tourist area, visitors come here less nomadic traditions remain very well. I asked a well-known that the Mongolian Muda when there are, he said there had been opened the previous month. My mind can not help but some lost, but the contact with so many friendly Mongolian compatriots, swim in the beautiful grasslands for so long, that they have very satisfied.
Out of the yurt has it about 5:00, and we can back away. Inner Mongolia were sincere eyes, cattle and sheep leisurely cry, faint fragrance of flowers, pure blue sky and white clouds too busy, are deeply imprinted on my mind. I am in the dark in the motorcycle determined future, it will still come back this beautiful green sea.
Accommodated in a small village in that night, the next day to the White City by Ulanhot to the sea and then rushed to the Red-crowned Crane Nature Reserve
Author: jasontan
