Time is like flowing water, in the blink of an eye, the sun has almost set. For the deep friendship between the two races of Mongolia and Han, how can we separate immediately, we stand in the sunset on the endless prairie, talking to each other about the feelings of parting: the cadre held my hand tightly, although he did not say a word, but from his eyes is infinite reluctance to part with. This is the Ewenki girls in full dress, from the yurt outside came, the host and the guest are happy and smiling, we hate to fly over immediately, accept the Mongolian people's piece of mind. Under the setting sun, the emerald-colored hill and the hill are turning red, the hill is red, the hill is red, look around, as far as the eye can see, where are all entrapped with a layer of bright red. The cow is calling the calves to go home quickly "moo -" the mare is calling the ponies to return home quickly "call - "evoked thoughts of our home, but also can not let go of the hospitality of the Mongolian friends, so, the hospitality of the host to bring a few Mongolian ponies, I was eager to try, they volunteered to ride the ride, I did not think that the buttocks just sat on the saddle, the wild nature of this horse has not yet exhausted the Mongolian horse but jumped up the waltz, almost back me to the ground, it is really thrilling ah!
Drinking this cup of farewell wine we are going to end this journey, warm, really a step three back ah! As if hearing the "folding willow" from the sky.