Appreciation of Bordeaux's Series Prose
July of 20XX is a month I can't forget, and I have to record it in writing. At the beginning of this month, my friends and I were lucky enough to walk together on the Hulunbeier grassland, with geese, wild ducks and larks next to the bubbles (pools formed by grassland groundwater). I was lucky enough to sit on the knee-deep grass in the red sunset, drink tea and chat, and witness the feast of time; I had the honor of knowing the herdsman trapped on the grassland, making a fire and cooking with them, and herding cattle and sheep. ...
In a place called Purdue, we are happy and lonely together. ...
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At the beginning of July, when autumn is coming, the weather is hot and sultry. At the invitation of friends, we went to a feast of grassland walking. In a place called Boerdu in Hulunbeier, friends of friends graze, mow grass, shear wool and shovel cow dung there ... Their family is a local herder. It's a complete stranger to me, just like I didn't know that sheep also had to take a lunch break, and sheep ruminated. ...
On July 5, we descended from the sky, crossed the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi and landed in the vast world of the capital Beijing. The next day, together, we arrived at Hulunbeier Hailar Airport in the evening. Friends of friends and we have never met before, so we are close at hand and keep in touch by phone. Our characteristics should be obvious enough. Apart from the amount of luggage we brought, she should be able to recognize us as long as she carries two cartons containing four or five kinds of local wines marked "xifeng liquor". Finally, the mobile phone helped us.
A short, chubby and plain-dressed woman came up to us while talking on the phone. She is a prairie shepherdess-Ola! I know Ola because my friend Bai Wenfeng (later, he was given a Mongolian name by a secretary on the grassland-Baiyintala, which means vast grassland, which made me envy for a long time. Not long ago, I threw a bottle on the internet (do you have any friends in the grassland? ), Ola was herding sheep while surfing the Internet with her mobile phone, and her friend's bottle was fished out.
The trip to the grassland is as simple as that! Think again, how amazing!
It's already past ten o'clock in the evening, and Hailar, the city of grassland, seems to have just entered the shallow night. In a barbecue shop, a group of friends of Ola sat with us again after a round of wine and dinner. Ola looks a little shy, because those students have been shouting that Ola's netizens are coming, and they have been waiting for a long time! What's more, several of Ola's sisters, nieces and nephews all know that Ola's netizens have come, and one by one they ask Ola: Have your netizens come? When will your net friend come? Ola said that it seems that the whole city of Hailar knows about it. At this time, her face is magnanimous and slightly shy, so she blends in harmoniously. This makes the mystery of the so-called "netizens" without any mystery.
The enthusiasm of grassland people is enough to make people everywhere intoxicated in the constant singing and drinking glasses. Even people like us who are good at drinking on the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi will eventually get drunk by them. It's just that we can persist enough, and we don't slowly lose our memory until after three o'clock in the morning.
The next morning, Ola's classmates accompanied us to Ola's home. Companionship is on the one hand, and on the other hand, they have never been to the home of this old classmate who lives in the depths of the grassland. A group of dozens of people pushed into the vast grassland in three cars. This is everyone's deep desire.
Purdue is 0/50 kilometers away from Hailar/Kloc-,but it didn't take long for the car to slip out of the bondage of monotonous asphalt road and jump on the vast grassland. Strictly speaking, this section of the road is not a road, because there are lush flowers and plants everywhere, plus infinite openness and slightly white scars, it is the road. Such a wide road really makes people look happy, not to mention there are no traffic lights, traffic police! Even less.
Galloping on such an endless land, you can't do without an open mind and high interest. Encouraged by the wind, flowers and plants surge in front of your eyes like wheat waves, and occasionally dozens of beautiful horses gallop past on the grassland. You don't know whether the wind leads them or they are just the wind, and the illusion of speed under the horseshoe becomes a real poem.
The scenery on the road always forces us to stop from time to time and make a joke for a while before we start. At first glance, the sky and grassland recede deeply in the new field of vision, and you can't find the margin, just like being immersed in infinity and having no worries about your body and mind. Only the nearby clouds have low pressure, obvious texture and pure color. Clouds on the grassland are rarely poetic and graceful, as if they are always celebrating something. Such a cloud, people inadvertently have a kind of awe, and even have an impulse to personally integrate into it.
In short, it is amazing!
After walking for a long time, it seems that I have been walking in the same scenery. Occasionally bubbles, like the bright eyes of the grassland. You can see that the reflection of the cloud is reflected on the calm water, and there are sheep or cows drinking water or just standing quietly next to the bubbles. No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ancient oil painting.
This is July, and it should be the golden season of grassland. Along the way, we touched the delicacy of the grass, the passion of the lush grass one foot high and the silence of the waist-deep grass sea. In short, along the way, my heart is shaking and seems to be always calm.
When I got home, the sun was still lazily hanging in the sky. In fact, it is already afternoon, but it feels far from noon. During the day on the grassland, it seems to be so unhurried and unhurried. Ola's lover Ba Gen is waiting for us at home. We all call him brother-in-law Brother-in-law Ba Gen's helplessness is that no one can help him kill the sheep, so he can only wait for our arrival.
Ba Gen is a real prairie man. With the help of others, he cleaned a sheep with a knife the size of a finger.
In the stove of the yurt, the firewood is strong, the water is boiling, and large pieces of mutton are foaming and making an attractive sound. In the brick house next to it, the booze has already started and the songs are constantly singing. Bai Wenfeng (Bai Yintara) and I are naturally guests who have come from afar and received warm hospitality. We can only drink one cup after another. The kindness of the grassland people touched us, but we saw the stars. Every time someone raises a glass and adds a prairie song, we are on the verge of drunkenness for a while. When the meat in the big plate is served, in Ba Gen's words, "the feast officially begins."
I vaguely remember that wine is a round of drinking and song is a song. If I hadn't gone out occasionally and secretly hid in the grassland, I would have dreamed of entering the grassland. During the period, the neighbors of Ola's family and three young people from the forest fire prevention station came one after another, making the atmosphere of the party in full swing again and again. We even made a real bonfire on the grass outside the door, and then a group of people sang and danced around the boiling flame while drinking. ...
This is my goodwill in exploring the grassland. Who knows, accidentally, I have been deeply integrated into the vast feelings of the prairie, I can't help it.
The song rose in the flame, and we temporarily broke the silence of the night and the silence of the grassland. We returned to the original life in the original temperature of firewood. Although our eyes were choked by firewood smoke, the smell was a long-lost familiar smell, distant and real.
As for the next few days, I don't know how to spend them, but tonight, Purdue, you have made me no stranger. As for being drunk or not, it doesn't matter. ...