I love the Hilamuren grassland

Grassland, for those who live far away in the grassland, the definition in their hearts may be the grassland of NMG. My initial longing for the grassland came from the movie "Little Sisters of the Prairie Heroes", to the "The Sun That Never Rises on the Prairie", and then the pictures about the grassland and Genghis Khan in the film and television I saw later, which made the grassland three-dimensional and concrete in my heart. yearning, I have been there since I knew the grassland, and I believe that I will definitely go. While waiting, there were many opportunities to make the trip, but I never got off and couldn't tell what I was waiting for. It seems that I subconsciously feel that it is a place that cannot be just visited. I always want to walk into the grassland at a suitable point, body and mind are one. Especially after reading the book and movie of "Wolf Totem", the idea of preparing to set off rose from the bottom of my heart.

As a result, I had been longing for so long and planning in my heart for so long, but I made a hasty decision to set off on July 16th. Maybe it's because the next day is my birthday, and the thought that I will be in the NMG grassland on July 17th makes my heart feel hot. The first thing that flashed in my mind was that I would stand on the grassland and watch the picture of 'the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets over the long river'. But after thinking about it again, this picture is something I never thought of in the past, I have always longed for 'the sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass to see the cattle and sheep', and I wonder when I became so bold?

In such pride, I came to the grassland I longed for. The grassland on the itinerary was the Xilamuren grassland, which is closest to the city of HHHT, not the HLBR savannah that I know. Shelamuren, I hadn't heard of it before. I thought that the grasslands of Inner Mongolia must be the same beauty, and the difference would not be big. Therefore, I set off with great interest.

In the car, the tour guide said that the Xilamuren grassland we are going to is a heroic grassland, which is the grassland where the stories of "Little Sisters of the Prairie Heroes" and "For the Three Thousand Orphans of Shanghai" take place. When I heard that, I was excited. I'm glad for the coincidences in this arrangement. Thinking of the tears I was moved to when I watched "Little Sisters of the Prairie Heroes" when I was a child, I thought that today, a few years later, I actually came to this grassland. Hearing it at the moment was as exciting as seeing the movie at the time.

It was overcast and smog when we left HHHT. An hour later we entered the Hira Muren steppe. Through the car window, I saw that the grass on the side of the road was sparse and bare. Thinking that this might be a grazing area, it might be spectacular when we get to the depths of the grassland. The car continued to move forward from the grassland, and saw a large area of neatly arranged white yurts blooming like flowers on the prairie from a distance, which was very spectacular. The car was parked in front of a yurt.

I hurriedly got out of the car, and the first thing I saw was the clear blue sky, the big white clouds full of smiling faces were very low, and the white clouds were surging on the grassland not far away, and also drove on the yurt at the far end. The white clouds are in clusters, resembling magnified flowers, cotton balls, figures, sheep, snow-capped mountains, etc., and the indescribable white clouds and grasslands in beautiful shapes converge together, regardless of you and me. The grassland is in the white clouds, and the clouds are in the grassland. At this time, the white and dazzling yurt with sky blue lace under the hot sun seems to be made of blue sky and white clouds, and it is also like flowers blooming on the grassland with blue sky and white clouds. Ouch, it's so beautiful!

I am so happy! For me, who loves the blue sky and white clouds, what could be happier than seeing beautiful clouds on the grassland to greet me, and I was so excited that I burst into tears: I want to be with you.

I was so excited that I didn't even put down my backpack, so I opened my arms and ran towards the most beautiful white clouds on the grassland. I ran with a smile, and I knew that I was a smiling cloud, a beautiful cloud. I continued to run happily, running, and I wanted to reach the place where I had just seen the white clouds connecting with the grassland. More and more white clouds were running with me in front of me, laughing together. I ran and whispered, "I'm coming, I'm coming." But it was as if he heard Baiyun say: Duo'er, run slowly. We are already together, but how can we ever be apart?

yes, how have we ever been separated? So, I stopped. There is only one me in the grassland and the blue sky and white clouds. I quietly looked at the most beautiful clouds on the grassland, and the white clouds flocked together and looked at me with a smile. At this time, the grassy wind blew on the grassland, blowing my cheeks, blowing my long hair, and blowing my skirt to swing, blowing my whole body swaying, dancing with the green grass around me, and rolling up and relaxing like white clouds floating in the blue sky. This moment is beautiful. I don't think about anything, I can't think of anything. Only happiness came to me like a tidal wave, and I burst into tears again. Suddenly, I felt that this is not the unity of body and mind that I have always hoped to come to the grassland. Yes, that's how it is now.

I was so lucky, I really didn't expect that as soon as I walked into the grassland, I would realize my long-held yearning. At this moment, it is so happy. As for this, I opened my arms and shouted: I love you grassland!

Two

At this moment, the call of his companion came from behind him: Horseback riding.

I came to the herd satisfied. Decide to ride on the farthest route. From the moment I came to the grassland, I decided that I must break through the limit of timidity and ride a horse! What is very interesting is that after I made up my mind, what echoed in my ears was the song of the power train, "Let us be the companions of the red dust and live a chic life." Riding a horse galloping, sharing the prosperous ...... of the world", when humming, I was also curious about me, who has a hero complex, why did I not want to do Genghis Khan galloping the grassland, holding the reins in one hand and holding the whip in the other, and the heroic appearance of the mountains and rivers!

This is my first time riding a horse, and it is false to say that I am not afraid. I pursue perfection in everything, and my personality decides to do my best and leave no regrets. So, I came to the herd of horses that the lady was riding. At a glance, I fell in love with a jujube red horse with the cleanest fur and told the Mongolian coach that I wanted this steed. With the help of the instructor, I jumped on horseback, and my heart started to be apprehensive. It was only now that I learned that my family told me that the coach was leading the horse, and I was only responsible for sitting on it, how big a soap bubble it was.

At this point, I can't manage that much. We had a team of about 30 people. To get on horseback is to put yourself in the middle of the herd. Before setting off, the horses kept moving, and the horses were still snorting. My heart was pounding with fear. I'm always worried that the horse next to me will bite me, and I'm even more worried that I'll fall off the horse's head. I asked the coach, "My horse's neck seems to be shorter than the other horses, and I was afraid that if the horse's head was lowered, I would fall from the front." "Coaches" are all the same length. Your horse is a newly-grown foal, the most docile of the bunch! Don't be afraid, remember the essentials, he's obedient. ”

Then the coach shouted, and the horse team began to set off. My red horse snorted and rushed to the front. Swinging left and right, I felt that I could fall off the horse at any moment. Moreover, the herd of horses is huddled together, which is too scary. I nervously said to my steed: Lovely partner, this is our fate, I cherish it. I won't hit you, and you have to be kind to me. Let's have a good time together, shall we?

My words made everyone laugh. But my handsome horse doesn't seem to buy my account, it's still there, and it burrows into it. I had to communicate with him again: Lovely horse, I don't speak Mongolian, and I don't know if you know any other language. We're not in a hurry, don't huddle with them, I'm scared.

It's still me who said mine, and the jujube red horse squeezed there with me lively. After about half an hour, I got the hang of it and got used to the horse's habits, and I tightened the reins and the horse slowed down. I let the red horse walk at the rear, and no longer squeeze with the herd of horses. When I was about to adjust my posture and put on a posture and enjoy the 'riding of the horse and the whip, enjoy the prosperity of the world', I suddenly heard the coach 'snap, pop' whip behind the horses, and let out the shout of 'ride, drive, drive'. The horses sped forward quickly! My red horse jumped from the gap on the side of the team to the front, and soon pulled the team some distance. Just when I was worried about not knowing how to go, the instructor arrived on a big white horse. He said, "Your horse is the most beautiful, and you have been talking to it, and he understands it." That's why you ran to the front. We watched you from behind you beautiful, beautiful!

Haha, I laughed happily when I heard what he said. The coach is handsome and speaks fluent English. At this time, two horses slowly moved forward on the grassland. He said: "We have ridden 20 kilometers and we are about to reach the reserve. The grass here is not very steep, so you can relax. You see, what a beautiful scenery it is!

I pulled the reins tight, sat up straight and relaxed. As far as the eye can see, on the undulating grassland, there are white clouds floating in the blue sky, and there are white yurts in the distance below the white clouds. There are also cars running on the prairie. When I looked back, I saw the horse team following. The picture composed of all this is very beautiful, and I instantly feel that this moment is a portrayal of 'riding a horse and whipping a whip and enjoying the prosperity of the world'. So, I laughed. The coach looked at us and then he sang loudly: "The white clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the horses are running ...... under the white clouds" The song was melodious, floating on the grassland. I was infected by this most beautiful artistic conception, and once again burst into tears!

We dismounted and came to the reserve.

A protected area is a pasture where grazing and herders are prohibited. Walking into the reserve, I found that the grass here grows very tall, and it is dense compared to the sparse grassland in front of it. As we hiked forward, we saw a streamer-like river meandering through the grassland, flowing quietly into the distance. Standing by the river, seeing the grass lining the river with green lace, and the blue sky and white clouds reflected in the river, it is like putting on a beautiful long skirt for the river, and I feel that this is a daughter river on the grassland. It is the long sleeves and skirts of the girls who dance gracefully and lightly on the grassland. Looking upwards, the river zigzags over the grassland, and in the distance, it shines like a mirror or a jewel sprinkled on the grassland in the depths of the grassland. At this time, the grasslands adorned with precious stones are the most beautiful.

Leave the reserve. We rode deeper into the prairie again.

The white clouds on the vast grassland were still very low, and they fell on the grassland from a distance, like a curtain of white flowers on a blue background parting the scene behind the curtain. But I was curious about the grassland behind the curtain, because I was looking for the footprints of "Little Sisters of the Prairie Heroes". The hero's story is happening right here in front of me.

My mind switched back and forth between the story of the old man and the image of the little sisters in the film protecting the collective sheep during a snowstorm. The grassland is so big, the big is boundless, there are so many sheep in such a sunny wind and snow, how hard it is for the little sisters! I burst into tears again on the grassland (and, as I write today, I shed tears of emotion as I did on the grassland. )。 I would like to express my reverence to these heroic sisters! I also pay tribute to the warm and prosperous Xilamuren grassland that I see today!

At this point, we started to return. At this time, it suddenly began to rain heavily on the clear sky. The rain came so quickly that there was no greeting at all. It's really a response to 'the prairie sky is a child's face - change when you say it'. In the pouring rain, we galloped along. Two teams of more than 50 horses converged together and moved forward mightily. Six coaches surrounded the herd and kept shouting, "Don't panic, bring the horses closer!" That formation is like the scene of the recent "Wolf Totem", where the horses are chased by wolves. Haha, naïve me laughed again in nervousness!

The clothes were soaked, and the rain stopped. After the rain, the grass is shiny and shiny, and the air is filled with the scent of earth and grass, and the grassland looks fresh. Everyone's happy laughter and singing, and the breeze on the grassland drifting on the grassland, is very comfortable. There was only a little sign of heavy rain. It seems that there has been no rain at all, because the grasslands are so dry. The rain was so heavy that it only wet our clothes and Xiaocao's.

Everyone slowed down and blew their clothes. I walked last. As we walked to a flat grassland, my red horse suddenly ran into the air. It frightened me by leaning forward and backward on horseback. Fortunately, he soon walked smoothly like other horses. I was trying to do ideological work for the jujube red horse, so that it could be low-key and not different, and when it ran in the air, it raised its hooves and ran in the air. I nervously said to the instructor in the back, "Don't hit my horse, I'm scared." "The coach said, "I didn't move your horse, it was playing with you." Horses only walk and jump when they are excited. You talk to it along the way, and it understands. This is the most docile of horses and will not throw you off the horse. You have to stand in the saddle when you run with your hooves raised, so that you don't have to bump. “

When the horse was walking normally again, I brushed its wet mane and said, "Thank you for teasing me, but I'm scared." Before I could finish speaking, it snorted and ran. The coach's laughter came from behind him: "Haha, stand up quickly." "This time I stood in the saddle, and sure enough, I was apprehensive and happy. It's so cute, a playful horse, just like me, who always wants to be different!

At the finish line, I said to the coach, "Please take a picture of me with the horses."

So, I sat on horseback, pulled the reins with one hand and raised the other high, leaving the happiest picture with my horse. After dismounting, I kissed my red horse and said emotionally: Thank you, this is the only time I have ridden a horse so far, and you are my only horse companion. Thank you for the joy you have brought me!

The coach also said emotionally: This is the most beautiful horse in the herd. You're in luck. You talk to it all the way, and it won't forget you.

I won't forget it either. Goodbye, my lovely jujube red horse!

Three

After dinner, I watched the sunset over the grassland with three teachers from Chongqing. We walked through the grassland, accompanied by the cool breeze of the grassland in the evening, and came to the highest point of this grassland. As far as the eye can see, what you see is undulating green with no edge in sight. The grassland is so big, and the beauty of the grassland makes me feel refreshed.

In the evening, the sky was still very blue, the sun was much softer, and the light was not as white as it was at noon, but warm and bright, so there was dusk. At this time, the sun also became orange, and the large, bright and bright sun hid in the dark gray clouds and became a flower sun. The sky was red like a flame, as if the large clouds connected to the grassland were burned into thick smoke and black, and the white clouds in the distance were burned into crimson. I looked excitedly and greedily at the lowest fiery cloud I had ever seen, longing for the red glow to be stronger, and to make the white clouds above me a beautiful red cloud.

The sun may be tired, or perhaps shy. Draped in a veil that became more and more yellow, he slowly moved down into the darkness. I felt a large comfortable bed in the dark, and the sun came to the edge of the bed and sat down. At this time, I saw the sun, which was half of my face red. Look at it again, and I laugh. Because the sun showed less and less faces, like an amorous girl waving goodbye. I continued to look, but the sun would not let me see, and I lay down in the blink of an eye. So the sky was dark, and the sun slept. The sun is setting.

On the way back to the station, I had time to take a closer look at the grassland in front of me. The grass here is thin and hard, and it hurts to prick your hands when you get close. The grass is sparse and bare, with sand exposed. As I walked, I saw insects flying all around, and at first I thought they were butterflies, but when I looked closely, they were green and earthy grasshoppers.

Ouch, this was so unexpected. It's been a long time since I've seen this grasshopper that I caught and played with as a child. Grasshoppers on the prairie will fly far away. So, we chased after them excitedly and watched them fly. When they fly, their wings are shiny, and they flicker one after another around them, which is very beautiful. It's just that when I look at it, I understand: there are too many. If there are too many, they will become pests of the grassland, that is, locusts.

I continued to move forward, looking east. The grassland that blocks the view draws an ink line in the sky. I know it's not the horizon, but I know tomorrow it's the dividing line where the sun rises. Looking at the highest point not far from me, I decided that I must get up early tomorrow and stand there to welcome the newborn sun to the grassland.

I woke up all night in anticipation, and woke up less than four o'clock for the first time, walked out of the yurt and looked, quietly everywhere, and I couldn't see far in the oriental fog. I continued to sleep, but I couldn't sleep again. I'm afraid that I will sleep and miss the time of sunrise. One moment out of the yurt, another time back to the yurt. After going back and forth a few times, I finally saw the morning light in the east, and someone walked out of the yurt. I washed up and changed into clean clothes to welcome the newborn sun.

The early morning of the grassland is bathed in a white mist, and the whole grassland is quiet and peaceful. The air is fresh and moist, and there is no grass smell during the day. From a distance, I saw several horses grazing leisurely on the high slopes on the vast grassland. When I saw it, I was a little moved. They got up so early, and I don't know if there were any red horses I had ridden. Another impression is that the picture of horses and grasslands is so beautiful and harmonious.

The east was already white, and I hurried up the high slope only to find that this was not the highest point. There are already some people who are not at the highest place in front of them to welcome the sunrise. Apparently they wanted to climb the highest slope ahead, but found that they were too far to walk. I didn't go any further, because the sun's rays diffused out.

The red light grew stronger and stronger, piercing through the lofty mountains that stood in front of it. The East is getting more and more red, and the East, which was still red just now, instantly turned golden red. It's just that the light is stronger, so strong that I can't open my eyes, and the grassland that connects the horizon is so dark that my head is clear in the picture I shoot, and my body is vaguely visible. Just as I was holding my sunglasses, the golden sun left the horizon and shot its golden light into the early morning grassland. The whole grassland is golden and bright, and I and the grassland are bathed in golden light, which is very spectacular!

The sunrise over the prairie made me feel the same as the sunset picture. It's just that the sunset is affectionate, elegantly carrying the light to the west mountain. The sunrise is full of enthusiasm, vigorous and bright from the east mountain!

A new day on the prairie has begun, and I will start the next part of my trip. During the 24 hours in the Xilamuren grassland, the beauty of the grassland made me devote myself to this heroic grassland, where my soul flew happily and very happily. For this, thank you for the infinite happiness that the grassland has brought me!

Goodbye, Shilamuren steppe. I wish the grassland eternal prosperity, herdsmen living and working in peace and contentment, auspicious and healthy!

2015－7－20