Sarilang is a red flower with tiny stems and leaves, a white bulb like garlic, and a rolled and burning corolla. People in Inner Mongolia grassland call it Sarilang Flower. The Mongolian Sarilang flower, translated into Chinese, is the Shandan flower on the grassland, which symbolizes the harmony between husband and wife and the abundance of children.
On the beautiful Shiramuren grassland, every summer, red wild lilies compete to open, slender branches hold rolled petals, and graceful figures dance against the breeze, as if they were the goddess guarding the grassland. People call it Sarilang, which means "dandelion flower on the grassland".
Legend has it that a young Mongolian Khan suspected that his Hatton was having an affair with a general. He left the pavilion, angrily left, and came to a hillside in the Xilamuren grassland. A tribe rebelled, Khan was surrounded and was in danger. Despite being pregnant in July, Hatton, who was far away from Hanting, led an army of 10,000 people to come to the rescue. As soon as the army reached the foot of the mountain, they heard the sound of fighting not far away, and Hatton took the lead and rushed in. Hatun wears a red gold helmet and a red robe, rides a pink horse and holds a red velvet broadsword, just like a hawthorn flower. In the fierce battle, Hatton was shocked by the rebels and became very angry. The blood in her body flowed from the trouser leg to the stirrup and from the stirrup to the ground, but she still tried to save the sweat. A general around Hatton was stunned. He wanted to lead an army to protect the soldiers killed in Hatton, and the rebels fought hard. The two sides fought in one place and the situation was unprecedented. Hatton's army just can't be killed. As time went on, Hatton's pants were soaked with blood, as if someone was ripping out Hatton's heart in her stomach. According to a mother's experience, Hatton knew that the child would be born prematurely. Hatton gritted his teeth, insisted, insisted, and insisted on everything except having children. Hatton couldn't stand it any longer. She said to the generals around her, "My child" is not finished yet, and the baby has arrived. Hearing the baby crying, the general gave the soldiers a dead order: Never let the rebels kill them! Soldiers are also red-eyed, each with one as ten. General, get off the saddle and dismount. He helped Hatton get off the horse, and the general ordered the soldiers to stand in a circle facing the outside. The general asked everyone to take off their shirts. He spread two of them on the floor and made a simple curtain out of other shirts to block the view. Hatton was lying alone in this so-called curtain, and she didn't even have time to untie her armor. Hatton forgot the pain, the shyness of women, the battlefield of life and death, and so many men standing outside the tent. She unbuttoned her trousers and carried the child out. Hatton had just wrapped the child, and his stomach ached violently again, so he had to let go of the child, and another child came into the world. Hatton was so weak that he seemed to break down after giving birth to a baby and premature delivery. She just wants to close her eyes and sleep for a while, even if it is a nap. However, the rebels killed like hungry wolves, and Hatton's soldiers fell one by one. In the blink of an eye, several rebels killed a tent surrounded by shirts. At this time, Hatton didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. At this critical juncture, Khan broke through the encirclement and led his troops to kill, and the rebels were losing ground. Facing Hatton, Khan felt guilty. He regretted that he was too headstrong to doubt Hatton and run away. He picked up Hatton and burst into tears. Khan and Hatton went back to the cold pavilion together. The next spring, people found a brilliant Sarilang in full bloom in the place where Hatun gave birth and bled. Every year since then, until today.