We have idle time down, everyone has learned to plug up their horses, have learned to put the reins loose a long, so that they are free to graze.
That day morning, I clearly did not hear the birds on the prairie, in fact, I do not remember the book that there grassland birds. It was only my assumptions Bale. Me and my two girls crowded into a tent in the dark on the lake. The lake have our driver last night planted the net, we all look forward to this morning to harvest the big fish online.
Then hear the crackling of the rain hit the tent. That sounds big enough to let me be a storm in a rich. But the tent does not collapse. We would like to go to sleep. Such as the small rain, and drill out a look, before we know just just a few drops of drizzle drifted across the sky slightly reddish blue, the lake is dark blue. This proves the ability of our wild life is almost zero.
Our horses were tied 2 Back shoe guide, scattered on the grass.
Every morning, the wizard to eight immediately saddle, packing luggage, sets of chewing head, take to a full two hours. We will organize tents, light a fire for cooking. More often, we are in the lodging house of the Kazakh people drink their tea.
When I leapt on horseback, I forward to see that so many of the more perfect charm, maybe I overlooked the front galloped over the charming scenery. Those, but I am now left to review, let me fascinated neglect.
Around noon, we have two passing Zhanbao jump the queue, eating dry food, He Naicha.
In more than a day walking the mountains of the hinterland, we are so easy to access the extraordinary nomadic Kazakh families, their home in the old man put his right hand on his chest inclined to those of us who come from afar salute the guests. Whenever such a time, I was always a bit pinned down. Let me not wait for the Han Chinese think of any decent etiquette way to express my excitement and gratitude.
Each of them are so quiet, face with a radiance of smile, silence, bearing extraordinary.
"He's always watching me, but calm and gentle eyes."
"Breaking up the next morning 。。。。。。 the man suddenly open, they begin a low voice of the Koran. Read a total of two. He read the tone of a good listen, read the chapters I did not know that he expected the level of a neglected , but it is not difficult to guess where he intended. We, even his women are very impressed, but had to bid farewell to the man and then without saying a word. "
I do not know their heart is not meditation with, but God with them forever.
We re-entered the valley, this is a large expanse of pine forests of. Of those giant pine trees, quiet lying here hundreds of years. There Komatsu scatter in all directions on the bounce in their branches.
Wizard picked up a thick tree branches move up Ding, will fall to fresh Echinacea. Re-Ding, but also falling one. So, we staff a few to eat on horseback stripping pineal. That fruit filled out the long rosin. I have been left a one returned to Beijing. However, in the city have lost my sense of smell.
By this time, I can hear when the first one pineal was beaten down when the voices of the girls cheering and laughing mischievously. At that time we have an unparalleled excitement, and beat the horse to pick up that new fresh fruit. Some horses nearly hit a go.
And then the next, the haze of the sky. We Ganma ahead, the rain Xi Li's next up. We are walking in a large open forest. When heavy rains come down, we have one foot high kick low to walk in the wet forest hinterland. That was my life, I can no longer access the original mountain likely呀. Ancient trees, Chan Man of wild vines. Perhaps the roots at the bottom is countless small mushrooms. I seem to see their head held high to the occurrence of moisture in the rain inside look of life.
We are just being rain-fed the whole body shiver, can not sigh in. Unfortunately, those not due to subjective causes, along with memories of the cold, let me heartache.
"There are two sub-Pakistan Lang rode horses, from the valley on top of Chi, the silence of the mountains ringing They just cry a crisp."
Yes, there are a few drunken rampage in Zermatt Pakistan Lang child to catch up in the rain, it was the scene of a thrilling way to be called. Ranch where the young people in the wilderness and suddenly see several women, roaring, far away.
I have come to live the reins, looking at the date of their horses rolled mud "black blah" blooming go, from the slope close to the wind at my side the same brush in the past. There are two seconds, my breath stopped.
Author: kokokoko
