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We are just a group of children who like to look at the stars, like to dream, and like to be the masters of youth.

We don't have complicated minds, only pure insides. Dreaming is a must in our grade.

As long as youth is still there, every tomorrow is the starting point!

It's strange that we came to the most remote part of China so magically, standing in the Arctic Village of Mohe, watching the fantastic aurora flickering and swimming.

There are people from all over the world, and they all have a restless heart, and they all have a turbulent heart.

Wonderful is always on the way!

Under this endless canopy, in this romantic and magical place, everyone is smiling freely, yes, if we can, each of us can live like a poem.

The city that never sleeps, and all the people have lost their sleepiness in this magical and wonderful place.

In the unpredictable night sky, a few of the youngest faces, a few of the most innocent children, stretched out their arms, looking at the night sky from afar.

A group of small children chased each other and ran around the crowd, giggling and their voices sweet.

"Let's go back! I'm tired and sleepy! Lili said to Qianqian.

"Hmm!" looked at Uncle Tracemoon, who was smoking a cigarette and squatting on the ground chatting with Uncle Hat. "Uncle Tracemoon, take us back!"

"Hmm!" When Uncle Zhenyue heard this, he immediately stood up, and he asked the cang next to him, "Do you know the way?" Knowing the way to take everyone back. ”

"Yes!"

"Okay, shallow, a few of us will follow Cang Liao back to the homestay, and I won't go back if I have something to do with Uncle Hat."

"Hmm!"

As the eldest brother among several people, Cang Liao took the lead in the front.

After returning to the B&B, after shallow and Lili finished washing, they fell asleep.

The next day, after ten o'clock, Tracemoon and Uncle Hat woke everyone up. The group hurriedly ate, and the hat said: "Today, I will be the guide to take everyone to the Mongolian steppe to play, this to play in the Mongolian steppe, first of all, we have to contact with the local Tibetans, the Tibetans are a very etiquette minority, so we must know some of the most basic taboos after contact with the Tibetans or after entering the yurt!"

"What taboo?"

"First of all, when entering the yurt, you have to walk on the left side of the stove, and then sit on the north and west sides of the yurt, and on the east side is the master's bedroom, and don't sit in that direction. After taking a seat, the hospitable host will generally serve the local milk tea with his own hands, when receiving the milk tea with both hands and right hands, remember, never use the left hand, and another point is that do not sit on the threshold of the yurt at will, these essentials must be remembered, do not go to the basic etiquette. ”

"Well, I got it, Uncle Hat."

"Then let's go!"

When a few children heard that they were going to the Mongolian steppe, they immediately became interested, and they took some simple daily necessities and got into the car.

With one of the buggies

The road was bumpy, and the first stop they arrived at was the beautiful Molgrad River, the second stop was the moon bubble, and at night, they chose to stay in a yurt.

The nightlife of the Mongolian people is also very rich, the night bonfire party is more emotional than the bonfire party in the Arctic Village, the Mongolian men and women are good at singing and dancing, although the men's skin is a little dark, but the body is strong and strong.

Qianqian is a little unaccustomed to life on the grassland, because there are many mosquitoes here, and her arms and legs are full of mosquito bites.

Coupled with the tiring ride all the way, she actually fell asleep on Lili's lap.

This night, they spent the night in the yurt, and at dawn the next day, Uncle Hat took them back to Mohe County to see the birch forest.

When she really walked into the birch forest in the Great Khing'an Mountains, she was shocked by the scenery in front of her, and the birch forest in reality was full of hazy poetry like a fairy tale world.

As soon as Yoko got out of the car, he was busy asking Kuraya to take pictures of himself, and he said happily: "I came here to look for a fairy tale world, and I took pictures in the fairy tale world I found."

Lili had a cold when she went to bed last night, and she was constantly sneezing and had a splitting headache.

"Lili, if you feel uncomfortable, go back to the car and rest!" Lili, who looked uncomfortable shallowly, was at a loss. "Why don't you take some medicine, we still have some cold medicine in our bag."

"Hmm!" Lili returned to the car, took some cold medicine casually, and then ran into the birch forest in a hurry, chasing Yoko to take pictures of herself.

Although it is summer in this season, the temperature is exceptionally cool, and the sun shines like a phantom through the branches of the birch trees, bringing pure warmth to this morning.

Green foliage, white tree trunks, and wild birds fly in between.

Shallow pulled Lili to run through the woods, this was their first time in the birch forest, and perhaps the last.

"Shallow, what's your favorite tree?"

"Birch trees, of course!"

"What is your favorite season of the year?"

"Snowy winter."

"Me too! It would be nice if Wenwen did! Lili hugged the branch of the birch tree and remembered Wenwen again, Wenwen was her best friend, and just said without warning and left.

Not far away, Yoko was still posing for Kuraya to take pictures of herself, while Uncle Hat was leaning against a tree and smoking silently.

Uncle Hat said very little, he was wearing a gray shirt and black pants, and the whole person looked melancholy and old.

Like Trace Moon, he likes the Northeast, Inner Mongolia, and the Mohe River, and sometimes he really feels as if he is out of touch with this era, he is not a product of this era, but from the distant desert or the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

He likes the strength and boldness of Mongolian men, and he likes the ability of Mongolian girls to sing and dance

, he likes the birch forest in the Great Khing'an Mountains, he likes everything here.

It has been said that if you fall in love with someone, you will fall in love with a city. He once met his first place in Mohe, and then the girl abandoned him and went to a distant metropolis.

His friends once admonished and comforted him: as long as there is tomorrow, we will have a new beginning, and we can choose to wait or give up.

He is a stubborn person, and he prefers the wise saying: A good horse does not eat grass! Everything is fate, let it be fate!

It's just that a person who has entered the heart, how can he easily make a gesture of renunciation.

For a long time after that, he was depressed and drank all day long.

Wine, in his most difficult days, became his most loyal friend.

He likes to drink liquor, and when a bottle of liquor goes down, he vomits blood directly. I vomited and drank, and drank and vomited.

Tracemoon once advised him: "Why torture yourself so much? Once you put it down, you can feel at ease. ”

"But what if you can't put it down?"

"The sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." No one can understand the obsession of the hat, he is stubborn on the surface, weak in the heart, after all, he can't win a relationship that doesn't belong to him.

(End of chapter)