Facing the blue water in front of me, I didn't know how to express my feelings, and then I didn't seem to be moved, but after taking a look at the lake, I quickly took the camping zhangpeng from the car and built it on a piece of grass not far from the lake.

"This is our campsite tonight." I asked, with excitement on my face.

"Yes." An Xiangfei said.

"Have you ever heard of this legend of Lake Baikal, Liangxi?"

An Xiangfei suddenly looked at the lake in the distance and asked.

"No, let's hear it." My face was full of curiosity. There must be a beautiful legend about this beautiful lake.

About, there is also a "beautiful legend of the swan and Bear Lake": in the water of Bear Lake, there are seven fairies, and they are the seven stunning beauties of the swan.

They are all graceful and beautiful, and everyone who sees them falls in love with them.

On a sunny day, the seven sisters were playing in Lake Bell.

The blue sky, the blue water, and the green grass reflect a beautiful picture of the seven fairies playing in the water.

They were playing so hard that they lost track of time. Then a young man named Battle on the prairie saw this, and he thought how good it would be if he could marry such a wife. He crept close to them and hid all the clothes that lay on the shore.

The Seven Fairies went ashore to look for their clothes when they saw that the time was not early, but they still couldn't find them all around the lake, what should they do? Without clothes, they can't turn back into swans, and they can't go home, and they cry in a hurry.

When the young man of Battle saw this, he could not bear to make them cry, so he cried out, "Your clothes are with me, and you must agree to one of my conditions if you want to take them." "We will agree to any conditions", the seven fairies scrambled to agree.

When the young man of Battle saw that it was about to be done, he hastened and said, "If one of you wants to marry me, I will give you back your garments, and if you do not agree, then do not think of taking your garments."

When the seven fairies heard this, they looked left and right, and no one squeaked, and finally the eldest sister broke the silence, "Let the seventh little sister marry him, we come to see you every spring, and everyone says that this will not work."

Before the eldest sister's words landed, the other five fairies agreed very much, but the seven fairies cried very sadly and said: "In order to save the six sisters, only my little sister sacrificed, but you talk and count, and you come to see me every year."

In this way, the six fairies put on their clothes and turned back into swans, spreading their wings and flying into the blue sky.

The seventh little sister stayed on the grassland and married the young man Battle, and after decades they raised 11 boys, and lived a very happy life.

Every year in the spring, the younger sisters meet their six sisters at Lake Bell or Ouranore. After meeting, talk about the thoughts of parting, talk about the beautiful life, and live on the grassland year after year. ”

"Wow, such a beautiful story." I was surprised.

"Fool, it's just a legend." An Xiangfei patted my head and walked towards Mu Xiu.

The night came quickly, and Makushu actually caught a few fish in the lake, so naturally we had another feast of grilled fish in the evening. And the fish in Lake Bell are really delicious. The nights were cold, perhaps because it was already late autumn. And this is more in the north. So the three of us gathered around the fire.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the Blood Mountain across the lake." Makushu said as he stirred the flames with a wooden stick.

"Snow Mountain, or Blood Mountain." I asked.

"It's a snow-capped mountain and a blood mountain." An Xiangfei said with a smile. By this time I was almost blindfolded.

"What the hell is it?" I said out loud.

An Xiangfei smiled, wrote on the ground with the wooden stick in his hand, and said: "There is a snow-capped mountain on the other side of the lake, called Blood Mountain. Tomorrow is where we are going. ”

Looking at the snow mountains and blood mountains written by An Xiangfei on the ground, I understood, but after thinking about it, "Didn't you go to Mongolia on the other side of the lake?" Are we going to go abroad? ”

"You guessed it, but instead of going abroad, we're going to smuggle in," An Xiangfei said with a shameless expression. And the curtain cultivator on the side didn't know when he was holding a compass in his hand and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Okay." Now that they've made up their minds, I think they've already figured out how to get there.

The temperature of the night dropped quickly, and after a while, even though we sat by the fire, we still felt colder and colder, and a breeze blew across the lake, making the sound of the lake water lapping on the shore, which reached our ears and became even colder.

"I want to go back, it's too cold outside." Seeing that the three of them had nothing to talk about, I went to Zhangpeng alone.

Lying inside, the temperature suddenly rose a lot, but there was really no sleepiness, and there were thousands of thoughts in my heart, and the person outside also thought about the last Jingyuan bead on the other side of the lake, looking at the starry sky overhead. The fragrance of weeds is something I haven't smelled in a long time. Sleeping under the stars at night, I couldn't believe that I was sleeping under the stars in the grassland.

Looking at the night sky, one star was telling another, and I was watching them, like a group of striking children, jumping and twinkling.

Mountain valley, listen. The mountain wind will always tell you some of his thoughts in your ear; He has never stopped for a beloved, talking and talking about every grass, every rock, every mountain comforting the mountain wind to be quiet and let go. Because, the wild flowers that bloomed for a day have budded, the eagles that fly freely have fallen to their nests, and the wild deer that are looking for wild fruits have roosted.

A person, lying in the embrace of the grassland, can feel the vast heart of the grassland, like a great father, soothing me to lie in front of his chest with peace of mind, so down-to-earth, so trusting. Even if the night is deep and dark, there is nothing to fear. Let me quietly accept the darkness, in a calm mood, get used to the darkness, get used to loneliness. Even if you look up at the sky, the stars are sparse and the moon is dark, so why mourn.

The night of the prairie is charming, with secrets that the day cannot reach. It was like the black zhangpeng covering the delicate figure of Miss Zhuoma, and she couldn't bear to open the black felt curtain of the night, and disturbed her recklessly. I just know that she took my heart away, hazy.

Looking at the sky, the night sky is dotted with stars. The moon always hides behind the clouds, passing through the clouds, flickering and brightening. All right! You just continue to watch when I fall asleep, so that I can enter into my dreams and let me touch your white face.

On a midsummer prairie night, the mountain breeze carries the fragrance of wildflowers, and the smell is very clear in the night sky. The beauty of the grassland is the beauty of vitality and the beauty of secrets. Wild wildlife is wild and tenacious, and wild vegetation is thriving.

You must have heard in the mouth of the old man that the grassland is full of treasures, just like the gods who flew over the grassland and fell in love with the beauty of the wilderness and poured treasures, and fell all over the mountains.

There have been times when I have tried to look up at the stars in the night sky of the city, but I can't see the stars dotted with the deep blue night sky, just like the smog in the city where people can't see each other's smiles.

The stillness of the prairie night sky is the luxury I once wanted, and its stillness is to experience the enthusiasm, brightness, and liveliness of the day, and turn into calmness, gloom, and composure.

I really want to be a child of the grassland, with the boldness, freedom and open-mindedness that a grassland child should have.

Nowadays, too many people are depressed and busy just to survive, which has long become a reason to blurt out on their lips. Rushing around is just to survive, busy is only to survive, and survival has become so tiring.

Now in the middle of the summer prairie night, alone, quiet. Darkness. Make a dream of flying into the night sky and touching the moon.

This novel is from Reading Books