Prose of grassland chronicle
First, the cow's maternal love
On Sunday, Meng Gen Bi Lige was called up by his father before he got up. It turned out that the calf was sick, and I don't know why it suddenly couldn't stand up. Dad breastfed the calf, and the calf had no strength to eat. Cleisthenes, an old cow, was so anxious that he used his hoof to plan the land under his feet from time to time. Dad said, "Don't worry, mother calf. We'll take the calf to the doctor right away. " So, Dad and Meng Gen Bi Lige put the calf on the carriage and walked all the way to Dugentala Farm. There are veterinarians in the pasture, and veterinarians have ways to treat calves.
When they walked for two hours to the pasture, they learned that the veterinarian had gone on a house call and would not come back for an hour. Dad cleaned up the snow and ice on horseback with a brush, and then went to the grocery store to buy some salt and fried rice. Meng Gen Bi Lige stood there waiting, looking at the carriage and the calf.
After a while, Uncle Bater, the vet, came back. He opened the calf's mouth and looked at it. He also tried the calf's temperature and said, "Bi Lige, Meng Gen, your calf has a cold and a fever. It needs an injection. You have to observe it for one night. If you get better tomorrow, you can go home. " At this time, dad came back, and they held the calf together. The vet uncle gave the calf an injection. Dad put his Mongolian robe on his calf and said to Meng Gen Bi Lige, "Go to the office and have a rest. I'll watch the calf. " Meng Gen Bi Lige was afraid that his father would be cold, so he said, Dad, have a rest. I'll stay with the calf.
It was cold that night. The vet uncle told his father and calf to rest in the yurt, lit the stove and sent the horse to the stable before going to bed. The next day, the calf stood up trembling and barked at Meng Gen, Bi Lige and Cleisthenes. The vet said, "The little guy is fine. Go home. "
Just then, my father said, "Listen, my cow seems to be barking!" " "Meng Gen Bi Lige said," Dad, you miss the cows at home. I can't find a pasture on my own for such a long way. If the cow hasn't been here, how can it come? "Dad, listen carefully again. The cow is outside the yurt. He quickly opened the door and saw that it was his own cow. His sweat was frozen and his mouth was full of hot air. When the cow saw her master, she immediately ran over and gently rubbed Meng Gen Bi Lige's neck with her face. Dad showed the calf to the cow, and the cow's tears fell. Uncle Veterinary said, "Your cow is really something. It's amazing that you found it yourself in 20 miles of ice and snow. "Dad said this is a cow's maternal love!
Hearing this, the cow Cleisthenes cried again. ...
Second, the lamb protects its mother.
In Bi Lige, Meng Gen, a ewe gave birth to two lambs. Bi Lige, Meng Gen, take the ewe into the yurt and observe the maternal love carefully. He saw the ewe licking the wet wool of the lamb inch by inch and helping the lamb stand up with her mouth. The lamb had no strength, and soon his ass fell to the ground and his head tilted. The ewe is not anxious or dry, and patiently helps the lamb. Time and time again, the lamb fell, and the mother picked up the lamb's back with her mouth and let the lamb stand up. So repeatedly, the two lambs finally stood up. They knelt on the ground and sucked the ewe's nipples.
At this time, my father brought back a puppy from outside. That's a German shepherd. It's with Meng Gen Bi Lige. Dad put the puppy on the ground, and the puppy immediately walked slowly to the ewe, trying to grab the ewe's nipple and eat the goat's milk. Before everyone could react, two lambs came. They tried their best to push the puppy with their heads. The puppy insisted on not going. The lamb worked together with Xin Qi Xin and finally pushed the puppy away. The puppy hid aside and cried reluctantly. ...
Soon the dog got sick, didn't eat, didn't like activities and faded. Dad said, "Let's give the puppy a name. It misses its mother. " Dad named the puppy "Elton", which means baby. He also allowed Elton to sleep in his leather quilt. A few days later, Elton became happy, skipping and became Meng Gen Bi Lige's best friend.
A year later, Elton grew into a tall sheepdog, and it began to take on the work of defending the sheep. This shepherd dog is the fiercest I have ever seen, but who would have thought that it would be bullied by lambs when it was a child?
Third, the magical mushroom circle
When summer comes, Meng Gen Bi Lige's calves are playing, and the lambs are chasing and frolicking among the sheep. Grandma said, "Bi Lige, Meng Gen, it just rained yesterday. Let's pick mushrooms today. " Meng Gen Bi Lige Jr. doesn't know where the mushrooms are, and he doesn't know why he picked them after the rain. But my mother is an expert at picking mushrooms. She drove with Meng Gen Bi Lige for a long time. My mother pointed to a fertile meadow and said, "Bi Lige, Meng Gen, there is a mushroom circle in front. Let's start picking mushrooms. "
Walking in, sure enough, those snow-white mushrooms stood on the green grass with umbrellas one by one, like mushrooms after rain. Mom and Meng Gen Bi Lige are talking while choosing carefully. Mother said, "Don't pull it too deep, don't destroy the vaccines, they will grow back after a few days of rain." Meng Gen Bi Lige asked, "Mom, shall we dry them and sell them all to the purchasing station?" Mother said, "No, no, we should keep some for ourselves. It is delicious to stew mutton with it. This is the famous Tricholoma, and only our Inner Mongolia prairie is delicious. "
Meng Gen Bi Lige asked, "Mom, why do mushrooms grow into mushroom rings?" Mother said: "Generally speaking, mushrooms grow in places where yurts have been pierced. The mycelium of mushrooms grows from the middle to the periphery by radiation. After a long time, the central point and aging hyphae died one after another, and the vitality outside was vigorous, forming a natural hyphal ring and growing into a mushroom ring. Whenever the rain clears in summer, mysterious circles will appear on the grass, ranging from 10 meters to 100 meters, and the surrounding grass will also show different colors. If you look closely again, you will find that the circle is made up of white mushrooms with water droplets. "
Meng Gen Bi Lige said, "Mom, you know so much." My mother said, "I didn't understand this knowledge at first." When I was a child, my mother always told me that it was the fairy water sprinkled by the mushroom fairy, and these fairy waters grew magical mushrooms. " Later, I married your father. He is the first generation of college students in Dugentala grassland. He knows everything. He told me. Son, you should also study hard, so that you will know a lot of knowledge. "
"Yes, mom, yes, son." Meng Gen Biliger made a naughty team salute to his mother. Meng Gen Bi Lige is a pupil. He is in grade three.
After a while, they picked all the mushrooms in this circle. The next day, the topic of my composition for the children was "Remember a meaningful thing", and Meng Gen Bi Lige wrote down the process of picking mushrooms. So one day after half a month, I joined Meng Gen Bi Lige's family to pick mushrooms. ...
Fourth, the plastic bag in the cow's stomach
On this day, Bi Lige, Meng Gen, found the cow writhing its neck anxiously in the cowshed and rubbing its belly on the railing. He thought, what happened to the cow? Suddenly I found that the plastic bag wrapped in cake next to the cowshed was gone.
"Oh, that cow must have eaten the cake and the plastic bag wrapped inside. What can we do? " Meng Gen Bi Lige told this discovery to his father for the first time. In his eyes, his father is the most capable, and he must have a way. Unexpectedly, my father said, "Come, take the cow to the vet."
They came to the ranch headquarters and explained the situation to Uncle Bater, the veterinarian. Bater said, "has it been two hours? It can't be more than two hours, otherwise it needs to be taken out. " Meng Gen Bi Lige said, "In less than two hours, it should still be in the first stomach." Bater asked, "Are you sure?" Meng Gen Bi Lige nodded. "Then let's hurry to find Batu." Bater said decisively.
Batu is the tallest herder on the grassland. His arms are so long that he got the nickname "gibbon". They came to Batu's house, and several people tied up the cow. The cow somehow struggled desperately, and Cleisthenes shouted. They pried open the cow's mouth, and Batu put his hand into the cow's stomach and took out the plastic bag. At this time, the cow cried, tears welled up and stuck out his tongue to lick Batu's face. ...
Meng Gen Bi Lige's father said, "Batu, thank you. It knows that you saved its life. "
Batu said, "I don't think the cow thanked me. You should thank me."
Meng Gen Bi Lige said, "My father and I are also very grateful to you. Come to my house for a drink tomorrow. I still have two bottles of good koumiss. "
Bater said: "It should be. Since there are plastic bags, cows often eat plastic bags in a daze, and Batu has become a professional plastic bag farmer, hahaha ... "
Batu said, "Who told me I had a pair of gibbon arms?"
Bater said, "Tengger singer must have sent you to save the cows. There are more and more plastic bags on the grassland. We need a better way to save cows that eat plastic bags. I'm afraid your long arm alone is not enough. "
Batu said, "Another way is to tie some broken hemp rope with hemp rope and stuff it into the cow's stomach. When the cow ruminates, take the opportunity to pull it and pull out the plastic bag. Ge Zile's grandfather once told me this. "
Bater said, "Well, we have another way to save cows."
The sun sank to rest behind the hill. Batu said: "The opportunity is rare. Don't go. Tonight is the full moon. Let's have a drink together. I have Beijing Erguotou here. I have always been reluctant to drink from Beijing educated youth. "
In a short time, the toast song sounded:
"Wine songs float in the sky.
Please drink to you, my friend. Please drink to you ... "
Forty years after I left the grassland, I can't let go of my grassland complex. Every night, I think of the grassland, honest cows and strong sheep on the grassland, the magical mushroom circle on the grassland, and the influence of modern life on grassland life. How I want to go back to the grassland again, to the embrace of my old mother in Mongolia, and to enjoy the natural and fresh grassland air!
Grassland, my hometown, where my youth passed away!