Following the fingers of the herdsman's "old sheepskin", I involuntarily looked up at the sky, and the heavy clouds piled up from the top of my head to the horizon, and my heart echoed his last words, that the "dragon" was in the sky.

After saying this, the "old sheepskin" did not continue to say anything, and went to the side to slaughter the sheep with his head stuffy, and I looked at the sky for a long time, and my heart was still skeptical of his words, and at this time the grassland began to be busy, and everyone was helping to prepare for the evening banquet, so I couldn't ask any more, and turned back to the ranks of the educated youth.

There are many taboos in the slaughter of livestock in pastoral areas, such as after killing, you must not say "it's a pity", or "it's better not to kill" and the like, because once this kind of thing is spoken, the soul of the animal will stay and haunt it, and the cow or horse riding, the livestock that has helped the master, the mother animal that has given birth to more milk, etc., are not allowed to be killed, because the educated youth are all foreigners, and the herdsmen are rarely willing to let these people help slaughter the livestock, and the matter of skinning and cooking is also tried not to let the educated youth come close.

So we have a few educated youths in the cattle and horses after the circle has nothing to do, can only do and wait for the meal, night finally fell, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields, the herdsmen on the grassland in front of the tent lit a fire, the herdsmen have served a large plate of food with Mongolian customs, opened the whole sheep mat, with what blood sausage, sheep tripe and the like, we have never eaten, smell the night sky filled with the unique sweet smell of dairy products, keep swallowing saliva.

The fat man and I didn't eat at noon, and when we saw so many delicious foods, I couldn't help but move my index finger, and the fat man just wanted to reach out and grab a piece of meat to eat, so he was knocked back by the "old sheepskin" with a cigarette pouch pot, and it turned out that he had to ask the cadres from afar to say a few words to everyone.

Speaking of words, it is nothing more than a popular old tune in the current rally, the cadre surnamed Ni is in his thirties, thin with deep myopia glasses on his face, with a one-sided cadre style, in fact, he is not a leading cadre at all, just a civilian personnel, sent down by his superiors to write a report on the exemplary deeds of the pastoral area, I can't imagine that he is treated so highly on the grassland, the herdsmen have never seen any leaders at all, and he is really a little flattered to call him a "chief", and everyone must change their names to call him"Old Ni".

Mongolian people to the west is big, to the long respect, please sit in the most noble position in the west, an elderly herdsman holding a horn cup, first sang a few toasts, Ding Sitian has lived on the grassland for more than half a year, has learned a little Mongolian, to me to translate and say, singing: wine, is the crystallization of grains, Mongolian wine to the guests represents welcome and respect......

The fat man and I had no interest in what the toast was, staring at the roasted leg of lamb, hoping that the old man would finish singing it quickly, and when the old man would say a few more nonsense words to deal with the scene, we would be able to eat.

In accordance with local customs, Lao Ni dipped his ring finger in wine, flicked it to the sky, the earth, and the fire, and dipped some wine in his lips, and then began to speak, first reciting a few words of the highest instructions, and then praising a few words of the great good form of the pastoral area, and finally did not forget to mention the educated youth here, saying that the young intellectuals have received a lot of exercise in the grassland, and while supporting agriculture and animal husbandry to grasp the revolution and promote production, we must also strengthen political study, and we must often hold life review meetings, report ideas in a timely manner, and criticize and self-criticize in a timely manner......

Old Ni Che spoke like a wheel for twenty minutes, maybe even he himself felt hungry, then he waved his hand, let everyone eat, the Mongols drank wine as if drinking cold water, all with a big bowl, the small amount of wine can be frightened to see this formation, at this time the herdsmen have to toast the chief, the old Ni who is not strong enough to parry less than half a circle, was poured unconscious, let people carry into the tent horizontally.

There are no large number of people in the educated youth, and they dare not drink with those herdsmen bowl after bowl, so they simply grabbed some food, and lit a bunch of smaller fires, and went to the side to eat, the herdsmen know that the young people from the mainland are shallow, and no one is chasing us to fight, they are also happy to have no outsiders to interfere, the herdsmen like to sing when they drink too much, and when they are halfway through eating, I don't know whose horse-head qin whimpered and sounded, the sound of the piano is like a sad complaint, and it is extraordinarily desolate and majestic, the timbre is strong, and the sky is moving.

Our eleven educated youths sat around another pile of fires, experiencing the grassland life with the fire roasting the chest and the cold behind the wind, listening to the horse-head qin, I want to go over there to see who plays the horse-head qin so well, Ding Sitian said: "You don't need to look at it to know, it must be the sound of the old sheepskin grandfather's piano, although he is an outsider from the northwest, but not only Qin dialect, Xintianyou sings well, he has lived on the grassland for decades, and he has won the charm of playing the horse-head qin, I think Tengger must be the most beautiful timbre of the grassland of the Kling Left Banner, They all gave the old sheepskin grandfather this horse-head harp. She stood up and danced a solo dance to the sound of the horse-head fiddle.

Ding Sitian used to be the backbone of literature and art, dancing and singing are all brilliant, and always wanted to join the army's art troupe, but because of the overseas relationship at home, she failed to do so, she learned the Mongolian dance on the grassland, and danced more Mongolian than the Mongolians.

We watched Ding Sitian's dance so fascinated that we forgot where we were, until the sound of the piano stopped, and we were still immersed in it, and we didn't even think of applauding. As the saying goes: "Everything is better than a cup in hand, and a few months in your life are at the beginning." "The sky is high and the moon is bright on the grassland, in front of the blazing fire, everyone sings and dances, drinks and talks, there may not be a few such opportunities in a lifetime, the educated youth settle in the flags and districts, usually rare to meet, they all cherish this party, one after another performed the program, either singing or dancing.

In the end, Ding Sitian dragged me and the fat man up from the ground and said to everyone: "Let's all welcome one from the Xing'an League to Bayi and Kaixuan." "A few men and women sitting there applauded, I and the fat man glanced at each other, this is a bit difficult, the place where we cut the queue seems to have a great dancer, but there is no dance like this on the grassland, singing and dancing have not learned, this is not let our brothers show their eyes?