This time, I saw the grassland. The sky was lovelier there than elsewhere, the air so fresh, the sky so clear, that I always wanted to sing a song to express my heart full of pleasure. Beneath the sky, it was a thousand miles of blue, but not vast. There were hills on all sides, the flat land was green, and so were the hills, and the sheep went up the hills at one time, and came down again at another time, and wherever they went it was as if they had embroidered the boundless green carpet with large white flowers. The lines of those hills are so soft, like only with green rendering, without ink line outline of Chinese painting, everywhere green color want to flow, gently into the clouds. This realm, both make people marvel, but also called people comfortable, both want to stand for a long time to look around, but also want to sit down and recite a small poem of strange and beautiful. In this realm, even horses and cattle are sometimes still, as if recalling the infinite joy of the grasslands.
Our visit was to Chenbalhu Banner. The automobile traveled one hundred and fifty miles to reach our destination. A hundred and fifty miles is all grassland. The car was not in the car, but it was in the grassland. The grassland is very free, as long as the direction is good, how to go can be. Initially into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, can not see anything, in addition to some of the small birds fly suddenly fall. Walked for a long time, far away from seeing a meandering bright as glass band - the river! Cattle and sheep abounded, and herds of horses were seen, and faintly there was the soft clatter of whips. Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a herd of horses appeared on a distant knoll, men, women, and children on the horses dressed in all colors, the herd galloping, fluttering their flaps like a rainbow flying toward us. It was the hosts who had come dozens of miles away to welcome their distant guests. Seeing us, the masters immediately turn the horse's head, cheering, galloping, in the car of the left and right and in front of the road. Silent grassland lively: cheers, the sound of the car, the sound of hooves, loud. The car followed the horse flew over the hill, saw a few sitting yurt.
Outside the yurt, many horses, many cars. There are many people, all from dozens of miles away by horse or car to see us. The masters got off the horse, we got off the car. I do not know whose hand, always hot to hold, hold not loose. We all speak different languages, but our hearts are the same. Shook hands again and again, smiled and laughed. You say your I say my, the general meaning is national unity and mutual help.
I don't know how, but I got into the yurt. Milk tea on the pour, milk tofu on the set, host and guest are sitting cross-legged, who are polite, who are so intimate, not at all constrained. Not long ago, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of hand-held mutton. Cadres to us a toast, seventy-year-old man to us a toast. We toasted back, the host raised his glass again, and we toasted back again. At this time, Ewenki girls with pointed hats, both generous, but also a little shy, to sing folk songs to the guests. Our fellow singers also rushed to sing, the song seems to be louder than any language, are more touching, no matter what is sung, the listener will always reveal a heartfelt smile.
After the meal, the boys performed horse set, wrestling, the girls performed a folk dance. The guests also danced, sang, and wanted to ride a Mongolian horse. The sun is already in the west, who will not go. Yes! The Mongolian-Chinese love can't bear to part with, the end of the world, the blue grass to talk about the slanting sun!
I hope my answer is helpful to you! (*^__^*)