The late travel is a result of an attempted escape in August. At that time, online reading quenual and Hulunbeier grasslands, he will leave the idea from a can at the last moment, leave application was rejected by owner in good faith. However, the idea of going to Inner Mongolia, has never stopped. Thus, under the guidance of the ignorance of the ready to make trouble, and regardless of Inner Mongolia is not the best season to go, I am duty-bound to set off.
October 2
Down from the train is at 13:30 on October 2 of Ulanhot to terminal transfer buses, 2:30 start, four and a half-hour trip.
The beginning of the road no particular scene, roughly near the junction of Inner Mongolia and Hebei countryside not far from the ordinary. Then as the road-depth, landscape began to change. Fields disappear, surrounded by broad plains. In front of the mountains, the vast calm of the mountain, planted with trees, neatly lined, glittering in the sun. Straight forward extension of the road, cars like the baby-like, slowly climb as the mother's arms. Unconsciously, the car had been traveling in the mountains. Hill is not high, they are able to see very far away. Large and gentle slopes, bare out in the sunset under soft shadows. The sun, in the thin clouds behind the calm to light scattered in the sight of every mountain, every tree, every one leaves.
Everything is peaceful, and spectacular, I almost thought of heaven is at hand.
Is almost nothing. Six o'clock, the sun fall for, the sky overcast up, and then went so far as it began to rain, very fine very fine rain, but also mixed with snow powder. I began to worry for my journey up the unknown.
Out of the car, lay down their luggage, walk the streets at night, seven days a quenual the road was virtually empty. "Aershan the nation's smallest city, the city's population is only 8000 people." - I finally experienced the truth of this statement.
Finally living in the Hirsch, a small town not far from the Arshan.
October 3
Sure enough, the morning was cloudy, but also played a thick fog, and accompanied by thin drizzle. So I slept a Lanjue exception, until ten o'clock, before slowly out of the hotel, wandering the streets in Hirsch.
Street style and the size of the town surprisingly consistent, that is, a unique small town behind the clutter. The roadside shop in its primitive and simple arrangement of the face in front of me, these shops, in addition to a brand name to simply read, outside, without any modification. Pedestrians on the road much, but seemed to know each other. The only thing I was somewhat surprised that here, means of transport - taxis, small bread and personal motorized tricycle - a disproportionately large number of these vehicles coming and going all the time to remind visitors, here is the tourist area.
Hirsch is a valley in the town, up the mountain is extremely convenient. The main road south from the town, across several residential areas, drawing close to the mountains.
Fog charming hillside scenery, this is my anticipated. Separated by a thick fog, the original dense woods suddenly have a hierarchy, from deep and shallow level. I do not know in such a fog, the space is contracted or expanded. For my eyes, the original can see a far distance, is now 50 meters outside the object can not be considered; but the eyes of the trees is (if they have eyes and words), had crowded around, and now broadened Daoshi a lot. Perhaps the only confusing and even secretly Qiexi unknowingly is my camera, which Taiwan is not an advanced home-made camera, through the thick fog finally succeeded in eliminating the gap with the high-end cameras.
Tops of trees I have seen here, one of the most beautiful things. These fine fine branches, gently stretch forward, end chosen to have a few pieces Can Ye, sentimentally attached with refused to leave, shiver in the breeze. All this is like a touch of traditional Chinese painting, or a distant dream, quiet, spacious, and the sad.
The afternoon, and a just understanding of travelers through a pine forest. This piece of thick pine forest, trunk straight, age, they are nothing but little, apparently planted. However, the most surprising is that the ground covered with a thick yellow pine needles. I do not know how much time they spent pine needles piled up like a soft cushion, stood on top of soft ground there is a gentle joy. This is my trip through one of the best feelings.
October 4
In view of Aershan bad weather, I decided to flee to Hailar. To Hailar car every Monday, two, five, six from the eight Arshan out, subject to zuoqi reverse. We (me and yesterday's climbing companions) deliberately got up early, in order to take a look at the town next to the Halakhah River.
The river has beautiful scenery, water clear, bright colors across the low bushes. It is remarkable that actually saw the morning sun, mist-shrouded distant mountains in the sun, cordial, pleasant. Is approached Yidufangrong, I bid farewell to fellow traveler, a person continue to deepen.
To reach the foot of the process is that, first, on the river through the Hirsch bridge, then left the road, crossed a large low bushes, which would also skip the two streams, the final climb up a small slope, has truly arrived. In order to decide whether to pass off the bush, I hesitated for a while because it was already 7:15 in the morning, to continue in-depth, then the time will be very nervous, finally, I decided to go on, just for the rare sunshine, I do not want my Al Hill's trip to the final regret.
Stand Piedmont, it was found just hard work and determination are all worth it. At the foot of a large piece of golden wheat fields after the harvest, in the golden sun to show self-confidence, next to some has been burned as a manure, exposing the black fertile soil. Front into the film into a film in the woods, the same exposed golden in the sunlight, and to guide my eyes to the mountains behind.
I began to understand why he knows this time is not suitable, still insisted in Inner Mongolia is an important reason - I like the golden brown. Bright, brilliant, self-confidence, let me see the richness of life.
October 5
4 Hailar is the sunny afternoon, the next morning but it began to rain, could I really not the time come?
The main objective is to Hailar Honghuaerji, I have not seen pictures, but heard beautiful. Morning, at the station waiting room, my friends and I hesitated over whether to risk a long time. The second bus (and the morning of the last one) the provisional start, I looked at the days of the lines, the shadow of the sun. So I said, go! When we bought a ticket out of the parking lot, only to find days still raining, but this time the sun do not know where to go hide. We know this time the sun on the President's when, in any case, we sat down to Honghuaerji the car.
Along the way sometimes cloudy and sometimes rain, the weather was not improving. The car south, over-Nam Theun, after several months with "sum" at the end of the place (evidently "sum" is the meaning of the village), then according to Min River, all the way are the grasslands. Yellow grassland above grazing cattle and sheep flocks. After a yiminhe, we have close to the destination, gentle, great and began their roots in the grass. Rivers also will be floating to the ground, next to the growth of the tall red and yellow bush - now, I began to pay more attention to the river (rather on the prairie), because the river represents vitality, it always appears in the grasslands gave me a nameless excitement, as if the river the trees呀cattle呀Yang呀is from a long out of these rivers. Cars along the road far down the river walk, gradually, the river began to be filed shrubs. Then, in a foot of the mountain, a very vast expanse of scrub appeared, looking ahead is full of bright red and yellow, the river of life have suddenly appeared like a fork penetrate them. These are unmistakably told me that the most fertile grassland, the most beautiful place on the corner. This is the Honghuaerji.
I do not know how to describe this piece of land, its inherent vitality deeply impressed me. Although it was raining, although we only ate a meal in the town came out, although even stopped to shoot a photo opportunity are not, but I still believe that this Honghuaerji not in vain. I saw life, self-confidence, because the existence of such self-confidence, cloudy, or the rain can not detract from its beauty.
Hailar go with a friend has been very sorry to come across such a bad weather. In fact, as a traveler, can not ask how kind of how kind of days. He must recognize that they are tiny, and he must give up their body's arrogance and conceit, the serenity to accept the surrounding environment, into the inside and used all over the spirit to discover the beauty of the eye can see.
October 6
The morning and friends pack a car to the Golden Horde, an imitation of Genghis Khan's big tent, like most of the copies of the same tour and did not cause me much interest.
Back on the road, we went to see the mogi gel, r., this world's largest river bend. This is a Hailar in Aershan told me, I do not want to see it come to this that the river bend, but he told me, every time he saw that he had an infinite thoughts and feelings.
After that we went into a tent of local residents. Tent is not big, but sat seven or eight individuals, was originally owners are entertaining guests from afar. Enthusiastic owner invited us to sit down and let us enjoy just doing the clutch lamb, I dare say I have never tasted so fresh and delicious lamb. But a bigger shock was to come. Owner to his daughter to sing for the guests, which is a very beautiful Mongolian girl. She stood on one side, and began singing them, using a Mongolian, a language I did not know.
Then I heard the sad.
This is just a feeling, because I do not understand this language (and later she had a Chinese quartet, but I forgot to content). Perhaps this language, I struck a unique vibrato, and perhaps this in itself is a sad nation. This is not surprising. This is a beautiful land, this nation is a nation adrift.
I began to understand the feelings of people who look at a river.
- Epilogue
Next year, I will again. To this piece of vast land, and the people who live above.
Author: andrewyu
