Since I was a child, I have seen phrases such as "The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind and the cattle and sheep are low." This has had a bad influence, making people afraid of going north. This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than elsewhere. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. It makes me always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sky, there is a vast expanse, but it is not vast. There are hills on all sides. The flat land is green and the hills are also green. The sheep went up the hill for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they walked, they seemed to be embroidered with big white flowers on the boundless green carpet. The lines of those hillocks are so soft, just like the boneless paintings, which are only rendered in green and not outlined with pens. As a result, the green color everywhere flows gently into the clouds. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to stand for a long time and look around, but I also want to sit down and whisper a beautiful poem. In this realm, even the horses and bulls sometimes stand still, as if reminiscing about the infinite fun of the grassland. Zisai, Zisai, who said that?
This is an emerald world. Even Jiangnan may not have such scenery!
We visited the animal husbandry commune in Chenbalhu Banner. The car traveled one hundred and fifty miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are all grassland. If we walk another hundred and fifty miles, it will still be grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go any way. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear a sound or see anything, except for some birds flying and landing. After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt in the distance, as bright as glass. river! There were more cattle and sheep, and horses were also seen, and there was a faint sound of whips. It's almost time to arrive at the commune. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant hill. The men, women and children on the horses were wearing clothes of various colors. The horses were galloping, with ribbons dancing on their lapels, flying towards us like a rainbow. This is when the host comes dozens of miles away to welcome distant guests. When they saw us, the owners immediately turned their horses' heads, cheered and galloped, leading the way to the left, right and in front of the car. The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, the sound of cars, and the sound of horse hooves all sounded together. The car and horse flew over the hill and saw several yurts.
There are many horses and vehicles outside the yurt. There were many people coming from dozens of miles away by horse or car to see us. We invited a female dancer from Hyrule to translate for us. Her name is beautiful - Crystal Flower. She is from Chen Qi, Ewenki tribe. The masters dismounted and we got out of the car. I don’t know whose hand it is, but it is always holding it warmly and holding it tightly. We don't need Comrade Crystal Flower to translate. Everyone's language is different, but their hearts are the same. Shake hands again and again, smile again and again. You say yours and I say mine. The overall meaning is national unity and mutual help!
Somehow, I entered the yurt. Milk tea was poured, milk tofu was placed, and the host and guest sat down cross-legged. Everyone was polite, and everyone was so affectionate, not at all restrained. Not long after, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton and milk wine. The commune cadres toasted to us, and the seventy-year-old man toasted to us. Exactly:
Blessings are often hard to express, so don’t forget to toast!
We salute in return, the host raises his glass again, and we salute in return. At this time, the Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats, both generous and a little shy, came to sing folk songs to the guests. Our fellow singers also quickly started singing. Singing seems to be louder and more touching than any language. No matter what is sung, the listener will always smile knowingly.
After dinner, the boys performed horse roping and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests also danced, sang, and rode Mongolian horses. The sun has set to the west, and no one wants to leave. yes! The love between Mongolia and Han is so deep that we can't bear to say goodbye. The green grass at the end of the world talks about the setting sun!
People’s lives have changed, and everything on the grassland has also changed. Take the yurt, for example. In the past, it was often called a felt hut, but today it has changed. It is made of wooden slats and straw poles, so that it can stay cool in the summer, and then renovated in the winter. Look at the horses. There are short and powerful Mongolian horses and tall new species of Sanhe horses. This kind of big horse is really dignified, and one look at it makes people think of words like "dragon-horse spirit" and make people want to ride it and gallop thousands of miles. The breed of cattle has also changed. Some weigh as much as a thousand kilograms, and their udders are like small vats. Cow fat, grass and fragrant milk are like springs! Not an exaggeration. The flock includes both the original big-tailed sheep and the new breed of short-tailed fine-wool sheep. The former has good meat and the latter has good wool. Yes, the prosperity of both humans and animals is one of the new phenomena on the grassland.