Autumn on the grassland is bold but not lingering, magnanimous but not desolate. Autumn sweeps from the tip of the grass, turning the grass yellow and the leaves red, making the wilderness colorful.
The grassland in autumn is maternal. The undulating Mao Mao grass in the wind has smooth fur from a distance, playing with the sunshine and grassland. The golden grass tip has numerous bright spots and dances, and the grassland has a velvet texture, which has become the golden, smooth and bright hair of Mother Earth. Close up, the swaying dog tail grass stands tall with a small flag, which has become a flowing note in Xiao Ye Qiu Ge, singing in unison, singing the glory of October and singing the last beautiful voice in a life cycle.
It was the first time to get close to the grassland in the warm autumn sun, and it was also the first time to drive for a long time. My thoughts gallop in the autumn wind in the wilderness deep in Horqin grassland.
Horqin grassland, just the name, can cause unlimited leisure thinking. This grassland reminds people of sourdrang queen, Prince Tushiyetu, and Ma Touqin flowing on the grassland. Once upon a time, there were abundant water plants here. This is a vast land that has never been dismembered by vertical and horizontal roads. Except for the hiss of cattle and horses, there is no roar of modern machinery, and it is quiet. Flaming foals, flowing Che Le and bright red and green Mongolian robes are the embellishments of green, golden and dry Yuan Ye. On the endless grassland, besides raising rough and unrestrained Mongolian children, there are also golden eagle flying in the sky, mallard playing in the water, beautiful rain crane, grey goose returning to the south and Huolin River flowing eastward. ...
Now, near Xinjiamu's livestock farm, I see all kinds of animals belonging to the grassland in my memory. Little Hongyan flying from afar is playing happily here. The staff said its scientific name was Red Duck. There are golden ducks, grass carvings and ostriches; Foxes, red deer, guinea fowl ... some are artificially raised, and some are rescued in the wild; Every morning, they will fly in the sky deep in Horqin grassland for a while, and more often they will wander in cages.
I came to the deepest grassland, and the grassland spread out in front of me with a strong autumn flavor: the golden grassland and the blue sky seemed to be the background color of Yuan Ye, and the colorful trees in Yuan Ye were beautiful in the background color. I think, after living in this hot land of Xing 'an for so many years, I am lucky to have a date with this beautiful woman this fall. How many people can appreciate the beauty in the depths of this grassland? Spring goes and summer comes, and it is barren again and again. It is a person who blooms alone and grows old alone. I want to ask, whose love this grassland loves, whose pain it hurts, whose sorrow it grieves, and whose happiness it delights?
Grassland, grassland where modern civilization and primitive culture coexist, grassland where sand and green fields coexist, and modern net fence make herdsmen's harness a collection grassland. In the autumn season, the grassland deep in memory is beautiful, which is the most beautiful and magnificent picture.
Indulge in the embrace of grassland
I've always been crazy about wine. Not delicious, not greedy. It is precisely because of wine that people can be passionate and excited. Because of wine, the hearty poems of the ancients came into being, and often let me borrow a wisp of hazy wine. In these hearty words, I let my thoughts float freely from heaven to earth. ...
This time, I participated in the activity of "Walking into the Grassland and Writing on the Grassland" with the UNITA Writers Association, and I had a new feeling about wine.
I have had the experience of being frequently toasted by national singers wearing Mongolian robes and holding Hada and silver bowls, but most of them are a ceremony and a courtesy. This time in Mongolian yurts, when I saw singers toasting with silver bowls, I was coming back from outside the yurts and facing each other across the curtain. Because I have nothing to do with myself, because I have no fear of that bowl of silver wine, and I don't have a good capacity for drinking. I watched the singers toast and the guests toasted the wine with great interest. Several singers, carrying a bowl full, dressed in gorgeous national costumes, showed their magnificent voices and were full of respect and enthusiasm. It's really impossible for people to accept that bowl of wine. Some people are really embarrassed, because it is filled with two bowls of wine. One bowl goes into the stomach, Xia Hong leaps up, and the other bowl goes into the throat. It is not only the face but also the heart that turns red. In endless singing and endless wine, I saw the sincerity of the host, which is undisguised, because the host drank first, the host was drunk first, and the host's song had already started. The guests couldn't help drinking too much and getting drunk. No matter how reserved and cautious you are, you can't be reserved and persistent in the face of sincerity. It is not the wine that intoxicates, but the enthusiasm of the host!
To experience this passion again is the wine before parting. After saying goodbye, when we walked to the front of the car one by one, we found the host standing in front of the car door, holding a singer and several jars of wine! Saying goodbye to the silver bowl, the guests obviously cringed. Only the woodcutter, vice chairman of Xing 'an League Writers Association, walked to the front of the car door, probably feeling cordial and embarrassed. And that song is obviously dynamic. I found that I actually came around the front of the car and joined the toast team, singing with the flag bearer and the singer! Friends, friends, welcome to your home; Friends, friends, this is the grassland we love ... The golden cup is filled with pure fragrant milk wine, and the competition is fierce in winter-that song never stops, one after another, dancing in the wind of the grassland; That kind of enthusiasm is endless, echoing in the hearts of guests. I mixed in the host's team, singing loudly and watching the woodcutter teacher. It is extremely difficult and brave to lift the wine and drink it. I sneaked up on the car door, just trying to take advantage. The flag bearer Chao Ketu was sober and blocked the door behind him! I can't drink, but I like to drink. I stepped forward, picked up the silver bowl, gathered my thumb and ring finger, respected the sky, respected the ground, respected my master, raised my head, picked up a bowl of spirits, got on the bus, continued to listen to the melody swirling in the wind in the car, and watched the leaders and teachers walk into the door one by one!
On the grassland, it is not wine but songs that intoxicate people. It is a mixture of sincerity and enthusiasm, which makes people intoxicated.
We are all children of nature.
I've always been in awe of many things. Like at night, deep. What's in the boundless blue and black? Is there a story? Do you have emotional awareness? Have feelings? Compared with the rolling time and space from ancient times to the present and even the future, compared with the endless ends of the earth and even the far-reaching universe, I often meditate in the middle of the night: I, the ego, the dusty me, what I think, dream, do and exist are as fleeting as light and shadow, right?
I don't want to write these words like this. But at this moment, for no reason at all, I am imagining things.
In this world, we come and go, not by ourselves; In the process of existence, I can't help myself. I'm not just "me", there are many extra things that go hand in hand. For example, being a son, a father and a husband; For example, being a woman, being a wife and being a mother; For example, the role given by professional status and survival; Such as sadness, anger, disappointment, excitement, desire. In the noisy day, in the deep dream night, walking, walking all the time, walking with different faces. The pace of life can not stop, nor can it rest. At what moment am I the real me? Which is closer to the real me The man who was given life by magic?
I don't have much time to think about such problems. But rarely, life will quietly return to the real state without warning.
That day at the water's edge, after walking barefoot on a large white beach, I played in warm water and became a child in the arms of nature.
The warm sand under my feet sparkled in the sun. I don't know if I have been in the sun for a thousand years or a hundred years, and then one afternoon, I warmed my feet.
Soft sand at the bottom of the water, warm and coming up, gently flows through the toes in harmony with the water, like comfort from ancient times.
The cool wind, blowing from the vast past, is invisible, rubbing against each other, rubbing against each other, touching from hair and skin. Then I don't stay, I pass by, like me, I don't exist.
I did it once on the beach, in the water and in the wind.
Splash water, jump up and step on water, run and chase, splash water on unfamiliar people. Life at that moment was simple and happy, except for various reasons imposed on the body by the outside world.
There is a song: How many nights can life have?
Looking back at my simple and happy self in the shallow white sand of Hangali Reservoir, I am also asking: How many times can I get rid of everything that has been added to the world in my life, so wanton indulgence?
On the way home, I looked at the dark night outside the car, and I saw the blurred vision retreating quickly. I was drunk and remembered a song long ago: who can get drunk with me and know each other year after year ... suddenly I remembered that the realm of songs is different and the realm of drunkenness is different. In this song, I lamented that "it is close at hand, and this feeling warms the world." I sang three sighs, and the tune was affectionate. And our Mongolian songs, such as singing love, singing the fifteenth moon and singing a girl's love, are not lacking in boldness. That feeling is not intimate, it is called out. Let the wind know, let the moon know, let the boundless grass sea know, let the horses on the grassland know that they are flying by in front of the galloping horseshoes and express their feelings openly. I am very happy!
Back to the step-by-step life, calmly repeating the day-to-day life, remembering the way I was drunk on the grassland, I realized that it was good to get drunk once in a while.
Want to be a grass on the grassland
Returning from the grassland, walking among the high-rise buildings in the city, unconsciously, looking up at the sky, I found that there was no cloud above the city.
No, there are clouds. But is this a cloud? In a hurry, lonely in a narrow sight. The building blocked the horizon, it was a tall building, which dismembered those clouds.
Think of the clouds on the grassland.
Walking into the grassland, you will know that the culture of the motherland is profound and profound, and the Chinese chapter left by our ancestors is unparalleled. The sky is like a vault and a cage, covering four fields. The sky is like an upside-down pot. In the center of the sky, the highest place is blue, clean blue, pure without any distractions, like mother, like life, like everything that people admire and submit from the heart, long live the Mongolian people! Then there are clouds, which are very atmospheric and lazy. Cloud is the most leisurely and casual thing in the world. It rolled, transpiration, stretching, like a lotus flower, blooming one after another or floating alone, casting a large shadow on the grassland. Is it the happiest thing in the world to be a cloud? And those flowers, those flowers that are swinging on the grass, there is grass in the flowers, and the grass is connected with the flowers. These flowers belong here. They are pushed away by calm clouds, neither refined nor pretentious, nor luxurious and self-pitying. Even after stepping on them, they quickly stood up and stood up. Lovely flowers!
It took more than half an hour to cross the grassland that day, and it was a wetland. In the green, wormwood gradually turns reddish brown, and there are more gravel in the sand grass under your feet, and then it becomes wet clay. Wang Wang water lit quietly, and large clouds were projected into it. Suddenly, Moff, chairman of the Xing 'an League Writers Association, pointed to three o'clock and asked everyone: Is it a person or a bird? We will wait and see, getting closer and closer, only to find that it is an unknown big bird! At this moment, I realized that the chirping of birds had already reached my ears, and someone sang the famous sentence "Lonely sunset in Qi Fei, autumn water * * * sky is one color". The funniest thing is a female member. She gave a cry in imitation of a bird, and a bird responded. Give a shout before you answer. After several rounds of duet, a bird really flew high towards her from a distance! Looking up at the sky from here, I saw a flock of birds hovering irregularly on a small black dot under a white cloud. For a long time, a voice came from a distant cloud.
Still water is long, birds are singing far or near, one after another. At that moment, my heart was quiet. I am a grass in nature.
However, the grassland is like a sudden dream. After all, I want to go back to my life in a tall building. In the office on the sixth floor of the unit, not long ago, I saw the data of desertification investigation in Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region just summarized. In Inner Mongolia, the vast majority of people live in desert areas or areas affected by sandstorms. Imagine those muddy yellow sand or Bai Jingjing sand moving forward on the grassland, a kind of tingling, spreading in the bones. Grassland, grassland rich in water and grass, I have the honor to walk into you, my daughter, my daughter's daughter. Can you walk out of the house like this, drive for hours and kiss the grassland?
The grassland is speechless. Grassland, with the most intimate and serene expression, extends to the horizon under the blue sky and white clouds.
I can make grass. In the Inner Mongolia prairie where the yellow sand rises, I would like to be a grass in the cycle of four seasons.