Dressed in sheepskin, Agina found an iron pickaxe in the storage room next to the yurt and carried it towards the river. He threw his sheepskin jacket to the ground and began to dig through the river to fetch water for the sheep and horses.

The big black dog "Hari", who came with Agina, stared at his master motionlessly, like a shy cheerleader, silently shouting "Come on—come on—" in his heart.

Just as Agina was getting his feet up, a horse came running in the distance, and the rider of the horse, dressed in a Mongolian robe and a felt hat, turned over and came down before he reached the river. His name is Hohelu.

Hohelu means "green dragon". His family's ranch is only separated from Agina's ranch by a small hill, but the biggest difference is the river. He had no river there, and if he wanted to drink sheep or men, he had to climb over the hills and come to Agenai to "borrow light." Hohelu and his wife Hao Chunhua also studied digging a hole well, probably due to the problem of site selection, they did not find the "water line", and they drilled dozens of meters deep and eventually became a dry well. In the summer, there is sometimes a lot of rain, and there will be small mountain springs gushing out, and in the winter, it is troublesome, and sometimes you have to use a large pot to melt the snow water. Therefore, in the past, Hohelu coveted Ajinai's pastoral point......

"Hey, Agina, where's the shaved ice?"

Aginai looked up and said, "Huhelu, you got up early enough."

Hohelu: If you don't get up early, you can't do it, the sheep in the pen are so thirsty that they bleat, which is louder than the rooster crows in Gachali.

"There's no water to drink again, right? Drive the sheep to me. ”

Hohelu smiled embarrassedly and said, "That's going to make trouble for you."

"What's the trouble or not, we're good buddies, how can there be so much to say."

Agina's words from the bottom of his heart made Huhelu's face a little hot. He grinned, foamed at the palm of his hand, and rubbed it to snatch the pickaxe from Agina's hand.

"Give me a few rounds!"

Aginai was not polite, stepped aside and watched Huhelu swing the pickaxe vigorously, smiled, and said in his heart: This buddy, it's really good!

In fact, it was this good buddy who almost "ruined" Agina's "industry" at the beginning. However, Agina didn't think about it, he felt that he had understood it all these years, and that was one sentence: if you don't forget the unhappiness of the past, you will be very tired and tired in life, and you can't let go of anything......

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The yard began to be lively, and at the house of Sarentai Gacha Agina and Toya, the chickens that had "survived" came out of the wooden cage and chased after them. Someone sent more than a dozen chicks to the past, but a lot of them were taken away by wild dogs, and the whole family took extra care of this only remaining "fruit". There were cows and sheep barking in the distance, and occasionally dogs barking, and the big yellow dog "Xiri" tied in the courtyard loved to respond a few times without heeding, but his eyes never left the door.

Previously, "Nishiri" was untethered and could move freely. Ever since the chick was taken away by a wild dog outside, Toya was annoyed that the big yellow dog couldn't be faithful to his duties, and even began to suspect him - "No thieves can't attract ghosts." Through a period of observation, it was found that this was not the case, and it was wronged. Toya's father, Ma Erdemutu, said: "Poisonous snakes drill holes when they see them, and bad dogs are greedy when they see profits", and it is because the dog "Xiri" runs wild every day that the wild dogs have a chance to take advantage of it. No, you have to tie it up.

Erdemutu means "talented and learned" in Mongolian, and the words spoken by such a "talented" person are not much different from the truth in this family. So, when Matoya's husband Bai Aginai came home from the pasture once, he listened to the words of the old man and found an iron chain to tie up the big yellow dog "Xiri", just to let it take care of it.

There was a palm-sized mirror on the wall near the doorway to the kitchen in the outhouse, which was secured with scotch tape. Toya took a casual look and pulled her black hair with her hand, pinching the hairpin twice before she could get it back because her fingers weren't very flexible. She reached for the milk bottle she had prepared and pushed open the outhouse door.

The host is out!

"Xiri" was so excited that he wagged his tail and jumped and jumped, and the swasting chickens rushed over like arrows. If you want to say that you are the happiest, you can count the little goats tied under the eaves, and scream at Toya. This little thing was only two months old, with white curly hair and two small protruding horns. It is also pitiful, and it was abandoned by the ruthless mother sheep as soon as it was born. The second brother Ma Suhe gave the little lamb to the second sister Toya, and she had to prepare milk to feed it every morning and evening to give it special maternal love.

Saren Taigacha in Taogs Sumu in the Peacock Ping Grassland in the north of the motherland has woken up in the morning light, and the sunlight has spread over the small courtyard of Toya's house, and painted a layer of gold on the white winter snow on the walls and roof. On a warm winter morning, this special family will start a new day of peaceful life.

Snow is the spirit of winter. In a winter without snow, there will be no fun and no charm. A snowfall a few days ago added interest and charm to the Peacock Ping grassland. The land turned from black to white, and the ridges were white scales; The grassland turned from yellow to white, and the hillsides were holy silver felt. The rivers are frozen, the mountains are galloping, and the cold and lonely winter is vividly interpreted in this grassland.

Snow is the Hada of the Immortal Heaven dedicated to the grassland, and the beautiful messenger before the arrival of the Spring Maiden. Optimistic Mongolians can feel the breath of spring in winter. If you don't believe it, look at it - the moon flowers bloom fragrantly, and the pomegranate trees thrive......

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Naren Tuya touched the heater in the house, felt the heat, and hugged Hairi off the kang. As soon as the little one's feet touched the ground, he ran out of the house with joy.

Hairi chased chickens and dogs in the yard, and Toya's eyes were firmly held by her daughter - slowly, her eyes moistened. In her heart, she couldn't help but think of a name - "Asgen"......

It would have been nice if I hadn't left the gasoline cans in the house that day, and there would have been no danger; It would be nice to check and tighten the lid of the oil drum again that day, so that even if the oil is poured into the barrel, it will not spill; It would be nice to cut the watermelon first and then sweep the floor that day, so that the children can go out to play after eating the watermelon; If......

However, how can life have ifs?

It was like a dream, Matoya. She thought again, how nice it would be if it was really a dream? Wake up from a nightmare, just like usual. But all this made her, a weak herdsman woman, bear too much "unbearable weight of life".

Toya longs for a peaceful life, but fate has given her an unpeaceful, cruel and painful experience. The fire that used to be took away her baby son and devoured her "happiness".

At this time, several children carried school bags and passed by the gate in a row. Looking at the cheerful backs of the children, a strange thought arose in Toya's heart: if—just if—if he had saved his son Asgen first, would he have gone to school with a small schoolbag like these children today......

Toya gave herself a soft mouth, and secretly blamed herself: Matoya, Matoya, how can you have such an idea? I despise you!

Hairi saw that her mother had beaten herself, and she didn't understand what it meant. He ran over and threw herself into her arms, gently touching her mother's scarred face with her little hands.

Toya kissed her beloved daughter, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

Hairi wiped away her tears with her little hands, and said softly: Mom, why are you crying?

Toya didn't answer, but hugged her daughter tighter.

Motherly love is selfless. Now Toya has given all her love to her daughter Hairi, but in her heart, she has never forgotten the son who once had all her love, Asgen.

So, looking through the snowy grassland, Matoya's mind returned to the unforgettable summer five years ago......