I said to Big Yellow Fang, "You're almost there, are you still thinking about eating snow lotus?" In my opinion, you should save your energy! Big Yellow Fang was a little unhappy, and he said with a red face? That's all I want in this life, Lao Liu, don't hit me, what did you mean by what you just said? I pointed to Mount Everest in the distance and said, "The snow lotus on the top of the mountain is the most amazing snow lotus in the world, you can go up and pick it when you have time!" I think Big Yellow Fang is already crazy about wanting to live forever, and he thinks about what elixir to take wherever he goes, I see that he will not see the Buddha in this life, and he will not give up, and he is still an atheist.

The beautiful Tibetan Plateau does not have any industry, so the air here is exceptionally fresh, and there is not a trace of dust in the blue sky. There is not a single piece of white garbage to be found on the green grass. The night here is especially enchanting, and the stars in the sky are definitely like the feeling described in the Psalms, which can be picked up by stepping on the bench and reaching out. The bright moon can illuminate Mount Everest in the distance more majestic and mysterious, and the howl of wolves and nighthawks in the middle of the night will make people's thoughts think far, far away...... In such a quiet night, I feel like I was at home when I was a child. The early morning sun was mild, and the cold of the night had not yet faded, and the herdsmen would not rush to lead the sheep to graze after an early breakfast, but first leisurely cleaned the saddles and picked up the horse poles. A beautiful Tibetan girl carries a milk jug to milk a goat, and an old Tibetan grandmother picks up some dried cow dung in the pasture to use as fuel...... Contemptible people have a habit of getting up early. But I don't like to wake up early, and I want to sleep more. The reason I wake up early is that I don't want to be woken up by the sound of the assembly call, I like to make the bed and quilt slowly, and then clean myself up. Then I went for a walk on the playground, and when the assembly call sounded, I didn't have to rush in a hurry.

I got up early this morning, because the morning in Tibet is very cold, there is a layer of white gauze mist on the green grass, and the dense fog in the sky is like a light cloud, in the form of silk patches to tie a beautiful Chinese knot on Mount Everest in the distance, or like the old Tibetan grandmother presented us with a hata. As I had done before, I walked slowly on the dew-covered meadow, when a cool morning breeze blew, and I shivered with coldness. I simply stopped walking, and stood on the open grass to practice the fist and foot kung fu that our special forces had learned. After a while, my body gradually felt a little warm. I suddenly heard the sound of people laughing in the distance, and when I looked for prestige, I saw several Tibetan girls on the grass outside the barracks not far away, as if they were rehearsing a dance, and the laughter and laughter made the silent morning lively.

At this time, the sun had already peeked out of the clouds in the east, and the red was not dazzling at all, and the dew on the ground shimmered with crystalline light, like diamonds everywhere. The rising red sun in the waters of the lake is very much like a fairyland in a mirror, and the beautiful Tibetan girls dance happily in this fairyland-like paradise. The melodious melody of Biwang and Zha Mu Nian (two Tibetan musical instruments) accompanied the dance of the girls resonated on the shores of Angren Jincuo Lake. At this time, the rallying horn in the barracks also sounded, and the loud trumpet woke me up from this heavenly holy realm, and I quickly quickened my pace and ran back to the barracks. After the assembly, I met Colonel Tariq in the cafeteria, and I asked him about the Tibetan culture and the culture of the western regions of Xinjiang. As soon as I heard him talk about national culture, he couldn't stop talking about Tibet and Uyghur as a family, and they belonged to the Western Regions, including some characteristics of the ethnic groups. When I heard this, I asked him: "Colonel Tariq, I heard that your people in Xinjiang are known to be a people who can sing and dance, and everyone will take advantage of the excitement to dance a song, I don't know if it's true or not?" As soon as Colonel Tariq heard what I said, he felt that I was provoking him, so his eyes were unconvinced, and he said to me with a serious expression: "Lieutenant Liu, don't be unconvinced, one day we have a gala party in the camp, and I will have a song with my comrades, so that your brothers in the Central Plains can have a good understanding at once......" I actually wanted to go to the lake and enjoy the Tibetan dance. It's not that I, a soldier, am not good at fighting, but I squeeze into the pile of dancing people, but I want to use us to dance together at the same time, and try to connect with the people as much as possible. So I said to Colonel Tariq: "Tariq, this morning I saw a lot of Tibetans dancing by the lake, and I thought in my heart that we comrades should also be lively and lively together. When Colonel Tariq heard this, he immediately clapped his hands, so he sat down and shouted loudly in the dining room: "Comrades, we are going to have a gala with our Tibetan compatriots today...... I quickly corrected: "How can this be called a 'party'?" It should be called 'morning meeting'! "That's right! Morning party! Interested comrades will report to me later! Colonel Tariq shouted happily. After breakfast, Big Yellow Tooth heard that Colonel Tariq organized a party for comrades today, which made him feel uncomfortable, because in the army, but everything about any activity and other things has always been advocated by Big Yellow Tooth, today Big Yellow Tooth saw that he was robbed of the limelight, and he was very unconvinced, Big Yellow Tooth shouted in front of me: "Comrade Liu, I didn't become the host today, so I have to grab an actor to do it, today, comrades will look at me!" When I heard this, I almost didn't laugh out loud, because Big Yellow Fang is a person who has no musical cells, and he doesn't even know how to dance, and today I want to see how Big Yellow Fang dances for us. About a dozen of our fighters, led by Colonel Tariq, came to the open field on the shore of Aung Ren Kim Tso Lake. The girls who were rehearsing the dance saw so many fighters coming to watch the dance, and a few enthusiastic girls asked us to join the dance team and dance with them. Colonel Tariq gave me a slight look, meaning that I should look at him. Not to be outdone, Big Yellow Tooth put down his usual serious appearance, and now he joined the dance team seriously. I actually understand the intention of Big Yellow Tooth in my heart, he does not want us to see how his dancing skills are, but wants to take this opportunity to get close to his Tibetan compatriots.

When the music for the accompaniment outside the band sounds, the dance begins. Since our class of soldiers only knows some movements during military training on weekdays, we don't know anything about dance. But even so, Tariq and Big Yellow Tooth stood together, and there was a beautiful Tibetan girl next to them to teach them, I was a little unconvinced when I saw this formation, and I said to Luo Xiaoming and Battalion Commander Luo: "Battalion Commander Luo, you see, even Staff Officer Huang, who can't even sing songs in the army, has become a dancer today, and we can't lose to him in this regard!" As soon as Battalion Commander Luo Xiaoming heard my words, he immediately responded: "That's it!" After saying that, he waved his hand to the dozen or so soldiers behind him: "Come on, comrades, come together, this military and civilian fish and water situation......

Originally, the Tibetan girls first danced alone, but although Tariq, a native of Xinjiang, is a nation that can sing and dance, he doesn't know anything about Tibetan dance. As everyone knows, the most familiar movements of Xinjiang dance are actually nothing more than vertical shoulders, taps, taps, feet, and so on. But the dance in Tibet is very different, it is a real combination of hands and feet, hand and foot dance. Although we didn't usually dance any dances, we quickly learned to do so under the guidance of the Tibetan girls. But this Tariq is different, his movements always have a bit of Xinjiang dance movements, so that they are neither yin nor yang, and the movements are clumsy, causing people to laugh. Standing in the middle of the crowd, Colonel Tariq waved his hands and explained loudly: "Oh, we people from Xinjiang, we can't dance this Tibetan dance!" First of all, I'm very unfamiliar with your song! When I have a chance to teach you our Xinjiang dance, it will be much better than your dance here......"

One of the Tibetan girls asked, "Xinjiang friends, what is your most famous song in Xinjiang?" We'd love to learn a few words from you!" Oh, what's this? Have you heard of "Wahaha"? This is our real Xinjiang song!" Colonel Tariq then put on a posture and was about to dance a song, but Nazhi was pushed away by Battalion Commander Luo Xiaoming Luo. In fact, I only knew at that time that "Wahaha" was a Xinjiang song (after listening to the colonel's words, I guess it was). Battalion Commander Luo said to him with some annoyance: "Come on, we can already sing this song when we were in kindergarten and preschool!" If you want to dance the dance "Wahaha", maybe you don't dance as well as me!" In the early morning, this beautiful grassland is filled with people's happy laughter. Let's look at Big Yellow Tooth again, and I see that this person's body seems to be not his alone, either his hands and feet don't move, or his feet don't move, and he is not as good as Tariq. I said to him next to him: "Lao Huang, your dancing posture is too inelegant, how do I think you are like a traffic policeman directing traffic." People couldn't help but laugh when they heard me.

The girl who led the dance was called Little Zhuoga, and when she saw that we were making a mess of this solo dance, she shouted loudly and told us all to stop. She stood in the crowd and said to us: "Comrades of Jinzhuma (People's Liberation Army), I think we should not dance alone like this, it is rare for our military and civilian compatriots to get together once, let's dance the 'fruit harmony' (circle dance) together, right?" Since we soldiers who have just arrived in Tibet don't know what kind of dance Guo Harmonic Dance is, people like Luo Xiaoming, who have lived in Tibet for a long time, know some Tibetan customs. I saw Luo Xiaoming and they applauded loudly. So all of us present held hands and formed a big circle, and under the lead dancer, Zhuo Ga said "Ajia hey"! After the slogan, the melodious music of Bi Wang and Zha Mu Nian in the band sounded, and at the same time, the whole dance team danced happily. As long as there is anyone in this team whose steps are not in alignment or whose body movements are uncoordinated, the entire audience can see it. I saw Colonel Tariq's two long legs seemed to be dancing again, and the two legs were bent and hooked back, and he almost kicked Big Yellow Fang's ass after a few steps. In fact, the Tibetan "fruit harmony" dance is quite simple, and most of the movements are the same, that is, take a few steps left and right, turn in a circle, and raise your hands high. But my description is a little simple, but this jump is not difficult, even so, the big yellow tooth is still the upper body can't take care of the lower body, and it can't keep up with it after a few shots. I finally remembered that my feet could jump, and when I lifted my left leg, it just hooked up with Tariq's wrong leg, only to see Big Yellow Tooth staggering forward and planting in the middle of the dance field. I have long been accustomed to the ugliness of the big yellow teeth, but the Tibetan compatriots have never seen it, only to see the big yellow teeth in a bad state, and grinning with a mouth full of big yellow teeth, which made the people present hold their stomachs, and some Tibetan girls can no longer laugh.