The blue sky, the clear lake, the green grassland, the galloping horses, the white sheep. The savannah is truly a paradise.

Sitting in the car, the clouds are walking, the birds are flying, the wild apricots in the distance, the yurts are one after another, and the wisps of cooking smoke rising from the yurts, the sheep returning to the pasture, and the clouds on the red sky at sunset, all show people the charm and magic of the prairie everywhere.

"Kanto is a minister, Kansai is a general, and Jiangnan is a talent."

A sturdy man on a horse, galloping across the vast grassland, flying to his heart's content. That skillful posture and fast speed are worthy of a nation that immediately fights the world.

Set off at five o'clock in the morning, two trucks sped along the way, and finally came down to the pastoral area at sunset.

At this moment, everyone did not feel tired from the journey, and the scenery along the way was breathtaking.

It is different from the turbulent sea, and it is different from the tender Jiangnan water town. The prairie has conquered the world with its own unique charm.

When he arrived in the pastoral area, Zhao Dashan took Zhang Guoqing and a few people to a yurt house and found his friend Zhamu.

The hospitable middle-aged Zamu used their local customs and etiquette to ceremoniously receive a group of people. Fortunately, before coming, Zhao Dashan specially instructed everyone on some etiquette, and he was not rude.

The two trucks continued to drive to the military horse farm under the leadership of Zhao Dashan, and many Mongolian Dapao people from Zamu's family came to watch the excitement.

I heard that Zhang Guoqing and his children came to play in order to enjoy the prairie. The hospitable elders proudly introduce the surrounding attractions and tell the legends of their tribe.

The youngest daughter of the Zamu family helped with the translator on the side, saying that she would mix a few words of Mongolian when she was in a hurry. The cheerful and generous little girl's laughter from time to time made everyone lose their restraint for a while.

Finger meat, lamb and pork rib soup, pies, mare's milk wine at the dinner feast. A sumptuous meal, everyone hated to have to leave.

When night falls, I look up at the stars in the sky, the cool breeze blows, and the ears are bursts of local songs, and the cries of sheep, cattle and horses in the distance.

The scenery in the pastoral area tonight is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful. It's so beautiful that it makes people open-minded and forget about the world.

The next morning, everyone got up early, had breakfast, followed Uncle Zamu, drove a herd of cattle and sheep, and went to the lake not far away.

Along the way, from Uncle Zamu's mouth, I learned that everyone was a few days late, and the grand horse racing festival on the grassland had just passed. Let everyone regret it.

Zhang Guoqing hugged his son, and when he heard that the Jockey Club was also a material exchange meeting, the herdsmen who helped the old and the young set up dense tents to exchange their own production of meat, ghee, lake salt, cordyceps, and fritillary, and bought the production and daily necessities needed for a whole year.

He was surprised, he didn't expect there to be a market here.

After Uncle Zamu's explanation, everyone understood that in addition to the Jockey Club material transaction, they had to go to the town's supply and marketing cooperatives to buy at other times.

Zhou Jiao winked at Zhang Guoqing. Now that the management is lax, I just went to the town to see the situation.

Before the couple could communicate, Zhang Yuntao and the others were already anxious to consult Uncle Zamu, but they planned to bring the specialties back.

Zhang Guoqing listened to their conversation, let go of peace, and let him pick wildflowers to play. He picked a bouquet of flowers and knitted them into a wreath and put them on Zhou Jiao's head, and took out a camera from his backpack to take pictures of his wife and son, threatening to leave their smiles under the lens.

You can't waste a lot of time, you don't have to be like those fools, still discussing eating, drinking, and Lazar there. Meat, the savannah is more. Mare's milk wine as much as you want.

Zhang Guoqing's family of three played for more than an hour not far away. In the end, Li Qinglin found the camera and called everyone forward.

Zhang Guoqing took a group photo of a family of three, changed the film, and finally handed the camera to a few of them. I took my daughter-in-law and son to the meadow to touch the wild duck eggs.

When Zamu saw this group of young people, he sighed that he was old, these children really knew how to play.

It's very good at playing! Zhang Guoqing is a master of tricks and play.

Soon, Zhao Yuanyuan and the others found out that they had to follow Zhang Guoqing. He didn't see everyone fishing, he had already cast it with a fishing net and caught a net full of fish.

Near noon, everyone returned with a happy face and followed Uncle Zamu back. If he hadn't reminded everyone to take everyone to ride horses in the afternoon, these people would have gone crazy and wanted to set off into the depths of the grassland.

Zhang Guoqing has a deep understanding of the pleasure of galloping horses, but he can't describe the chic and chic, and his stomach hurts when the jujube horse is bumpy all the way. There is still a gap between imagination and reality.

Fortunately, his good archery skills made him popular. Seeing the fallen wild things in the grass, he finally didn't lose his grandfather's face.

Uncle Zamu is worried that this group of young people will run into danger without knowing the severity of the situation. Don't look at the peace and safety around them, but deep in the prairie, there are wild wolves.

On the third day, Uncle Zamu personally drove a group of them to the town. Before they could get around, a bus bound for the city took the young people with them. He looked worriedly at the smiling faces in the distance. If this were his son, he would have beaten these wild boys to death.

Zhang Guoqing and his group didn't know Uncle Zamu's worries. In the week that Zhao Dashan came to pick them up, they were eager to run around.

As is customary. After getting out of the car, they first checked into the guest house, and everyone took the bath ticket that Zhang Guoqing had exchanged for at a high price, and hurried to the bathhouse to take a bath.

In the past few days, men can still jump into the lake and swim around, but Zhou Jiao and Zhao Yuanyuan are very pitiful. At this moment, Ping An was taken away by Zhang Guoqing and them, and the two girls ran inside excitedly.

With plenty of time, a group of people stay in the city looking for food and specialties. It's a pity that in addition to snacks now, you can only order special dishes in the restaurant.

A few days passed, and everyone spent almost the same amount of money, and finally gave up, carrying a large bag and a small bag, and reluctantly got on the bus back to the town.

Uncle Zamu has long been in a hurry. These children have been out for so many days, and they have taken a telegram, and they don't know how to explain it to their old friends if something goes wrong.

Finally, a second telegram was received, and the bear children finally returned. He waited early at the bus stop and didn't see anyone until the afternoon. He found himself wanting to cry.

On the return trip, listening to everyone's gossip about the interesting things encountered on the trip in the past few days, Uncle Zamu laughed, he really convinced the young man.

I saw some pedestrians on the road dressed in tatters, dragging their children and daughters with packages on their backs. Uncle Zamu feels that it is necessary to let the children have more eyes, don't be stupid and just play, they should understand something.

Far away, he whispered to Zhang Guoqing and the others that the people behind him were all refugees who had recently fled from Guannei. Now these people are still looking for the tribe to take them in. Now that the weather is not cold, the lucky ones can still find refuge, and the unlucky ones don't know if the town will drive them back to their hometown.

Uncle Zamu's words made everyone sober up from this happy day. No one would be stupid enough to ask Uncle Zamu why their tribe didn't accept it.

Everyone turned their heads to look behind them in tacit understanding. Looking at the pedestrians who support each other, looking at each other, you can feel the palpitations and shocks brought by this heavy pace.