Rows of the airflow over grassland, flowing through a blinding midday sun and my hair. I stood there, looking at the same to the partners in the barren grasslands of "walking" horses, an inexplicable sense of loss in the hearts of the general movement of wind up.
By dinner time, I still feel it is wrong for this piece of grassland, and even a little angrily. Cooking up a tradition this is the roast leg of lamb and hand-Grilled meat, and as usual, there is wine. Are Tuibeihuanzhan occasion, a team of the guy dressed in Mongolian robes walked in, they may have come for everyone to sing. Changba a few folk songs, a guy wearing a blue robe stood in front, saying that he wants to sing a long for us to emphasize these words, he began to sing together. Suddenly a quiet hall, and only those flying the lingering beauty of vibrato, sadness overflowing. Yes, grief overflowing. Bright afternoon sun was pale,
Shining through the window of my shoulder, my thick black shadow cast on the table. That sad as I like the clarity of the shadow. For a time I am a little surprised, why? My heart as blood Fanyong drink beverages. This is my life for the first time in the field listening to a long tune, while outside the house, grasslands are briskly passing wind. Although I did not understand what he was singing, but I have heard in his singing of a nation Dianpei and drifting. This may be the common sentiment of all nomadic bar - for several thousand years, they are looking for life, looking plump pasture, to find their own homes, until today. Two thousand years ago, the Huns in the war because of snow and the days of forced westward whether sing this song? More than 100 years ago, Torghut people go on a road to the East if there is such a tone? Mongols, how strange a group. For their own ancestors and the culture of unparalleled beauty pride, even arrogance, but in the face of continued influx of foreign culture, there is a faint fear can not escape. Japanese Tea Hu said, a few hundred years later, do not know the Mongolian nation is not still exist. I am speechless. In fact, that they be confined to such arrogance and self-esteem is almost all of us shared by Chinese people's heart knot呀. So, today I have heard drifting just their roaming, and also my drift; So today I am sunshine, in the joy of the feast on the tears fall quietly to ......
Back home, I opened from the Inner Mongolia and brought back a large number of tapes, that beautiful voice flowing together again.
However, in the cramped little room, I no longer have the original kind of feeling. But I believe that one day I will walk in the grasslands on horseback, singing heard in the distance, when the sunny, Baiyun 1000, I was wandering. And I love my life, so adrift, but also beautiful.
Author: sharon
