The three of them quickly chatted together, and out of nowhere, they called someone to get two decks of cards and start playing Texas Flutter.

I don't know how to play Texas Puff, so I just sit on Moria's bed and listen to them chatting while looking out the window. None of the people here have had a lot more travel experience than me, and listening to them have a lot of travel experience and learn a lot from chatting.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, I suddenly remembered what the sweeping aunt who was suspected of being a scalper said to me in the Mongolian embassy, Mongolia is not fun, it is empty, there is nothing

As far as the eye can see, there are grasslands, and it is May, and the pastures are vigorous. So the scenery is not ugly, the turquoise grassland against the transparent sky overhead, it can be called magnificent.

The steppes of Mongolia can clearly see the existence of the "topography", or flat as the ground, or undulating, with a strong sense of concave and convex lines.

The train moves all the way forward, and occasionally you can see a house or a yurt. In fact, a house in Mongolia also looks like a yurt.

Whether it is a house or a yurt, there are seven or eight of them surrounded together, like a small tribe. The yurt is surrounded by wooden walls, which I guess are used to keep livestock, but if you think about it, the area enclosed by the wooden wall is not large, and it can accommodate up to a dozen cows and horses, which obviously does not match the impression of a nomad who rides a horse and drives a hundred sheep.

As for the houses like yurts, most of them are just square walls under the spire, and the surface of the houses is often painted with dark green and iron red paint, dark green doors and windows, and iron red gables, which have a unique taste.

Looking at the endless sky and wilderness, the wind blowing the grass and seeing the cattle and sheep in the background, I tried to describe in my mind whether the scene of Mongolia in autumn was as long as the wind and the autumn geese were sent to the autumn geese as depicted in the poem.

There are many wooden poles along the railway, most of which are made of two pieces of wood, and for me, who is used to seeing concrete poles, these crooked wooden poles are just as new.

Time slipped quietly through the running of the train and the Texas flutter of Flower and others, and the train arrived at the second station of Mongolia, which is the capital of Mongolia - Ulaanbaatar.

The sight of moving with the train is, to be honest, I was a little disappointed with the city of Ulaanbaatar. I thought that as the capital, Ulaanbaatar would be a metropolis full of modern grassland flavor, but it turned out that this was not the case.

The tallest building is only six or seven stories high, which can be regarded as a metropolis.

The train would stop in Ulaanbaatar for sixty-five minutes, and Flower invited me to Ulaanbaatar for a small urban adventure. I gladly went.

The railway station in Ulaanbaatar is not large, probably equivalent to the size of a station in a medium-sized city in China, but the interesting thing is that there is a locomotive and a train in the Ulaanbaatar railway station, and the kind of old-fashioned locomotive that can only be seen in the locomotive movie, with a black and shiny body, a straight upward chimney, and a red star and searchlight in front of the locomotive, making the locomotive look full of age.

Flower said that this is a commemorative locomotive, presumably carrying the tradition of Russian railways, and Mongolia's major railway stations will have their own commemorative locomotives. Most of these locomotives have made outstanding contributions to the city.

Flower and I walked out of the train station smoothly, there is no security check on the Mongolian Railway, there is no ticket gate, there is no waiting room, when you want to get on the train, you only need to take the ticket to the door to check and get on the train.

Walking out of the train station, there were a lot of cars on the streets, and I even saw the kind of blue dump trucks that I had only seen when I was a child. Ulaanbaatar gives me a strange feeling, the city is big, but there are not many high-rise buildings. I guess it's because it's so vast and sparsely populated, so most people in the capital can choose to live in bungalows. And the city can also expand in all directions.

After all, this country of 1.56 million square kilometers has a population of less than 2 million or 3 million.

After walking around, I found that there were not many places to go near the train station, and 65 minutes was not enough time for me to run too far, so I took a few photos, bought some Mongolian baked cakes and a few cokes in a shop, and walked towards the train station.

When I walked back to the station, I saw Crewe and Monica, and Crewe couldn't wait to show me his loot - a large sausage and two large bags of bread, which cost 20,000 Mongolian coins, which was converted into about 30 soft girl coins, which seemed to me and Crewe to buy so much food, which was not a loss.

Monica showed off the Mongolian stamps she bought, most of which were motifs such as yurt horses and horses, full of grassland atmosphere.

After getting on the train, my eyes fell once again to the vast land outside the window, I preferred the grasslands of Outer Mongolia in Ulabaatar to the city of Ulaanbaatar, and the magnificent and vast scenery could make my body and mind empty. I guess this is also the reason why the grassland on the dam in the imperial capital has become more and more popular in recent years.

The next stop on the train after Ulaanbaatar is Naushki, just as Zamyn-Uud is the first stop in Mongolia, and Naushki, a place I had never heard of before, is the first stop in Russia. After Naushki, there is the vast expanse of Siberia.

As the train kept moving forward, getting farther and farther away from Ulaanbaatar, a Mongolian in the train suddenly began to sing, in Mongolian language, with a familiar melody. I paused for a moment and suddenly remembered the name of the song, Ulaanbaatar Nights. Tan Weiwei once sang this song on I am a singer, and I once cycled this song for a while because of this.

I turned on my phone and called up the Chinese translation of the lyrics of Ulaanbaatar Night, and I felt that the translated version of Ulaanbaatar that Tang Jingjin sang on China's new voice generation was more appropriate at this moment.

You've been gone for so many years

You're still with me

Your smiling face that day

Close your eyes now

I can still see it

Through the wild winds

You go slowly

I tell you with silence that I am drunk

Night in Ulaanbaatar

So quiet, so quiet

Not even the wind can be heard

Can't hear you

Drift to the clouds in the sky, you walk slowly

I run to tell you that I won't look back

Night in Ulaanbaatar

So quiet, so quiet

Even the clouds don't know

I don't know

Night in Ulaanbaatar

Hey you're in this world

Every corner is stored zài

Hey you're in your walk through the wind

Walk through the clouds and come back through a qiē

What our world has changed

What our world expects

What's left of our world

Our world is nothing but deserts

The wind through the wilderness

You go slowly

From time to time, the singers shed tears

The Mongolian voice was deep and constantly echoed in the carriage, and the song was full of deep reluctance to Ulaanbaatar.

I opened the memo on my phone and wrote this paragraph, ready to put it in my travelogue: Mongolia is supposed to be poor, probably because it has sparsely populated land, so it also has people with unique personalities in the world. What is the night like in Ulaanbaatar? There are many bright stars in the sky? Or are there many bright lights on the ground? I think it's beautiful anyway, so beautiful that the people of Mongolia are willing to write songs for it and sing for it.