Learn photography learn words: collecting folk songs. The first goal of collecting folk songs set in Inner Mongolia grassland.
From Yantai to Beijing Guo Zhangjiakou, riding on a bus bound for the Xilin Gol Grassland in Inner Mongolia. Zhangbei passing it rarely crops across such vast expanse of grassland. From time to time there is a flock of sheep or cattle from the highway, crashed into both sides of the field of vision. Blue sky and gradually up, the clouds look more and more clear state of mind will be exceptionally bright, so I believe this trip will certainly not imaginary.
1 Xilinhot's friends are very hospitable. Arrived on the first day, I arranged Mongolian yurts and banquet experience. Handle mutton before in Hohhot is the experience before, the milk tea, milk, tofu and the like also can be good enough, but rather on the Mongolian friend's enthusiasm a bit scared.
A toast is a pair of younger twin sisters, dressed in colorful Mongolian robes, hat hung, obscure the gorgeous face, it is intoxicating. Sitting in the owner's first big hands wave: This is a guest from afar, from the King here! I am terrified to get up, a little embarrassed to face the two girls, looking at their hands, the silver bowl on a white hada clear liquor, listening to their melodious singing Mongolian Zhu Jiuge mildly, my face some fever, but also I do not know too much because of courtesy, or because too close from the beauty. For the lyrics, I actually could not understand a word, but I still insist on denying them to sing in Chinese, where the beauty of a foreign country is much more important than the meaning of the words. Songs stop, I quickly took the wine, left Duanwan right hand into the palm, the middle finger stuck your palm, gently stained with wine, graceful shells to heaven, playing the gravitropism, the last hint of the forehead, for the actions I am very conceited .
Respect to the host, and is also such a set, but he played the wine moves makes me surprised: he was a big brawny hands almost threw up a big bowl of wine, I blushed: I have always thought he really did not attach great importance to the surface of articles.
Drinking four hours casual side, I Jingmei Come Drink With Me.
Two host arranged for me a very thoughtful, but also was equipped with a jeep, driving is called Mandula.
Mandula not much along the way is his daughter Nana to chat with me. Nana 7-year-old, lively and lovely, fast elementary school. We talk about a lot, half were about Mandula of. From there, Nana, I know: Mandula inability to drink a lot, that he was a bundle of white wine after the vehicle has already told me: He was a great Maji has done squadron instructors; his Mongolian song is also a must , has won a song contest second Mongolia Autonomous Region. So I forced him to the preceding paragraph, his escape from the Han Xiao, and Nana is still for him to meet me. Whenever the selected shot, the shot off, when all checks Driving Status Mandula, Nana was always stubborn for my camera bag and tripod backs, panting followed behind me.
Suddenly, Mandula asked me: ride the horse? I actually can not Answer: ridden on horseback, I have the whole Tingna guy, it completely ignored my instructions, which also known as horse riding? Mandula stopped in front of the barn in a car, tell me this is the unit of the horse farm, where all his old acquaintance.
Pull horses ready Mandula hands of the saddle, while riding with me to explain some of the essentials, and helped me on the horse. Then a war came at winning a special sturdy red horse, the horse that is Mandula. Mandula lot of attention his face red, He got started soon, and loudly shouting the blink of an eye they ran out very far. I am in the back, review the beginner's "Equestrian," the rise, playing in the distance a team of horses to catch up with tourists, probably see that I was outside, someone will praise me Maji pretty well, so do not know when Mandula appears in the side, his hand to me to correct the posture, while telling me the story of him and the big red horse, I suddenly discovered that he was actually so talkative.
The evening, set up a private banquet took me Mandula. During the meal, the family could not help for me to sing, I would not live to drink, happy, then I also drink Liangsheng stretch the throat, let alone high enough, nor that he has not the tone.
Mandula is also bright voice, so sonorous, so pure, I almost can not tolerate the sound of his breathing disturb. So I believe: emotional work is an important factor in the success.
That day, I believe that not drunk.
3 days with my friends, have been rushing in grassland, bear in mind, they asked his walk around the city in the tin.
Xilinhot not large, it's easy I know, and Which tea tastes better, someone's dumpling flavor is, all have been made clear. Municipal Square finally attracted me. I can not tell how much this square in the end because the square attached grasslands, visible horizon, the square Exalted short, I found a tea stall to sit down, called a cup of tea, watching from days.
Soon, they and the sky clouds "exchanges" up. That goes with the rapid changes, sometimes piling up, and sometimes scattered, such as silk, and sometimes white Siyu, sometimes black like ink, sometimes all disappeared, but when you spray a few drops of rain. Stall holders looked to see me wait senselessly, and asked: What's so special that day? He is unmoved.
Suddenly Dawu: The original passion from the change. But why a lot of people always afraid of change?
Bid farewell to the masters of hospitality, I have set foot on the way home. On the front of the vehicle with a lot of wine, walking and drinking, after arriving home I am drunk.
Author: xuezhongfei
