Women are weak, but mothers are strong. The inseparable backs of the morning light mid-Egil and the Oxlele car appear on the path from the prairie to the horizon every day.
When the eastern sky cleared, the industrious and kind Eji began a seemingly monotonous and repetitive busy life, and she followed a creaky cowler to a river called the Sancha River on the grassland to pull water, the empty grassland, the sky is vast, and a small road winds and twists into the distance. In the wind and rain, the lone figure of Egil followed the Lele car slowly in the distance.
The ancient Sancha River, the river flowing waves, has been chasing the annual rings of that era, like a dragon swaying in the air, and like a long white snake, passing through the grassland in the shape of a "Zigzag", it is willing to dedicate and run tirelessly, like a spirit of the earth, it is a beautiful nectar left on the northern grassland, stirring up bursts of blue waves, shining silver under the sun, reflecting the vast blue sky, reflecting the brilliant sunrise flowing day and night, chanting in the hometown of "Shu le Song": Shu Le Chuan, under the Yin Mountain. The sky is like a vault, and the cage covers the four fields. The sky is clear and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass down to see the verses of cattle and sheep.
Lele car, ancient called reel car, also known as Dahua wheel car, may be because of the tall two-wheeled so name. Most of them are made of hard wood such as elm, which is composed of three parts: frame, wheels and axle saddle. It can also be divided into two parts, the upper part includes the frame and saddle, and the lower part is a combination of wheels, spokes and axles. A Lele car weighs about 100 kilograms and can carry up to 1,000 kilograms of cargo. According to historical records, it has a history of more than 2,000 years, is the oldest means of transportation on the grassland, Lele car is not only the most important means of transportation used in the daily life of herders before the 1970s, but also one of the means of travel, with the reputation of the steppe boat. This wooden Lele cart, which uses almost no iron, has a simple structure, and is easy to manufacture and repair, plays a huge role in the production and life of herders.
In the morning, as wisps of smoke rose with the smell of cow and sheep dung, Eji came to a simple cow pen surrounded by branches not far from home to milk the cows, and the cows regurgitated while chewing the undigested food returned from the stomach, like a kind old man standing quietly waiting for the master to milk the milk, only to see Eji on one knee skillfully milking, and the milk spurted out from Eji's hands. I used to follow Eji and observe, helping to do what I could. The first time I practiced milking, although I was careful, I couldn't squeeze it out at first, and I learned through Eji's guidance that milking is to squeeze the cow's nipple with your thumb first, and then put four fingers together and gently squeeze it to express the milk. Looking at the white milk in the bucket with a faint smell of milk, a few small lambs waiting outside the cow pen gathered around Eji, and saw her with a swaying bottle tied around her waist, scrambling to eat milk one by one, and the milk dripping from the corner of her mouth was still dripping from time to time. I found that the old cow's expression did not have a little complaint, nor did he complain about grievances, as if it was a kind of enjoyment, but also a sincere feeling, willing to contribute to mankind. Seeing all this in front of me, I looked at the virtuous and virtuous Erji, isn't this the epitome of the spirit of Eji's hard work and resentment in life? This kind of openness often makes me admire.
In an empty place outside the cattle pen, there is a large pile of sun-dried cow dung, which he and Eji usually collected when they graze, whenever the summer sunset is sprinkled all over the grassland, the figure of cattle and sheep is also projected onto the green grass, the thin and long shadow moves irregularly with the animals, at this time I also carry the manure basket, the forehead is sweating by the pressure of a basket full of cow dung, and the sporadic wind blows in the face, making people cool and comfortable, cow dung is used by herdsmen to cook rice for warmth, The cow dung that is usually pulled back by the Lele cart to dry is hard and bright, called natural charcoal by herders, and then neatly stacked, pressed on top of a layer of strict and thick grass straw, in order to prevent being wet and weathered by rain, so that the flames are mild and durable when burning, it not only does not have a trace of fecal smell, but also emits a faint grass fragrance.
Time passed so fast, in the blink of an eye to school age, leaving the grassland where we lived day and night to go to the Mongolian school in Ulan Commune, I snuggled in the cowler car, the white yurt slowly drifted farther and farther away from me, gradually became blurred, and then disappeared on the horizon. Along the way, the wheels rolled, the Lele car rumbled along the pressed ruts and made a creaking sound, the crisp cowbell seemed to make people return to the path in front of the courtyard, the Lele car was filled with all kinds of grass under the sunset, and I sat on the soft grass, and I sat on the soft grass with a gourd filled with water around my waist, and I danced happily, and I accidentally did not grasp the rope, and a horse fell down and fell to the ground, screaming in fright, and Eiji quickly stopped the ox cart and asked busily: "Oh, it didn't hurt, right?" "I actually pretended to be not lightly fallen, suddenly got up and touched the grass clippings on my head and began to laugh, remembering a lot of stupid things I had done in the past, one after another was really ridiculous." Eji found that I was in a particularly good mood today, with a smile on her face from time to time, and she recited the words she often said, slackness will lose the motivation of life, and laziness will ruin people's lives. Being industrious, growing up regrets...
Eji is a very far-sighted person, and his wish is that one day I will go out of the grassland and see the outside world. Although I didn't sound like a big truth, I knew that I had to study diligently when I went to school, and I secretly resolved that I must study hard, and that was the best reward for Eji.
Summer vacation, summer is the most beautiful season of the grassland, blue sky and white clouds under a variety of wildflowers dotted grassland, once you return to the grassland can smell the fragrance of flowers, all over the mountains of wild flowers of all shapes blooming, some like dark purple trumpets, some like big red small pompoms, some like snow white little angels, a variety of competitions, the most beautiful is the piece of sand onion flowers, the fragrance is refreshing, even the dewdrops have become colorful, causing butterflies and bees to sing and dance wildly in the flowers. A breeze blows softly, the flowers swing with the wind, as if smiling and nodding to people, emitting a faint pure natural fragrance, so quiet, so comfortable, so romantic, so warm!
Looking at the turquoise grassland, you will truly experience what is the beauty, and you will also quietly feel the heavy gift of heaven, as if the grassland is a painting of ink and blue.
There are many kinds of wildflowers on the grasslands, although the elderly living on the grasslands sometimes can't call it by name. Some of the rhizomes of wildflowers are eaten as vegetables by herders, and some are processed by herders to make spices, especially a flower called Jaimong, which is extremely fragrant after being splashed with oil, and is a gem of mixing cold vegetables. These pure green foods are not only a specialty dish for entertaining guests, but also a good gift for relatives and friends. Shepherds have a deep attachment and love for the grasslands, because they have received many selfless gifts from nature.
The heart of the beloved son is endless, and the return home is happy and tasty. This love is timeless. Every time I returned, dinner was very sumptuous, Eji entertained me like a long-lost relative, the table was full of butter fried rice and boiled bone air-dried beef and mutton, a pot of old brick tea steaming hot, the whole family enjoyed a busy day of leisure and ease. Every time he encountered such a scene, Eji would always bring out a box of penny cigarettes painted with sheep and considered the purest wine- the high concentration of wine but clear and sweet Hetao Erpotou. I tried to take a small sip and choked back tears. The whole family smiled forward and backward, and the song of Eji sounded in the yurt: the beautiful grassland my home, the wind blowing green grass everywhere flowers, colorful butterflies flying and birds singing, a bay of clear water reflecting the sunset, horses like colorful clouds, cattle and sheep like pearls sprinkled...
The golden year does not come again, and it is difficult to get another morning. Many years later, when I entered the society and tried to find something from the past road, I suddenly found that many past events, many pictures became blurred, and gradually disappeared memories, only the figure of Eji, the vicissitudes of lele car, the happiness of childhood prairie and naughty Bart wrestling were vividly remembered, everyone used the thunder to hook the fire, the pagoda town river demon method to code, fiddling to decide the next ring location and the time of the game, now in retrospect, it is so naïve! Just like an undefeated mountain flower, still blooming in the heart, it is still so delicate, fragrant, and nostalgic.
Life is the homeland, worried about the hometown. Summer and autumn come, and the golden wind is gradually coming. As Eji grew older, her legs and feet became worse than before, and she had to leave her beloved grassland and return to the city to live in Ulan New Village, and lele car also withdrew from the historical stage and became an antique for sightseeing. Suddenly losing the majestic horses galloping on the grassland, the scene of the four hooves taking off, the long hissing on the sky and the scene of the fat and strong sheep in the life under the blue sky, Eji could not help but feel a little sad in her heart, as if she had become a passerby, walking alone between the heavens and the earth of the community, but she never forgot the warm yurt, the magical and kind Lele car and the green grassland. Often alone quietly came to the hillside outside the community, stood there quietly, looking at the direction in which she had lived in the distance, contemplating, savoring the dreamy past of the past, as if she had returned to many years ago, the vast grassland, endless, the sky was blue, occasionally a white cloud drifted by, Le le car was still moving along the old rut pressed out, the cow bell sounded again, and Eji's face often showed a bright smile that was difficult to hide from innocence, which was to let the past be buried in the sweet heart forever.
I looked at these scenes in front of me and realized a truth, the spirit of life is abundant, better than all the glitz in the world. It seems that the Lele car that lived with Eji day and night is still parked outside the court and smiling at himself, the marks left by the Lele car for many years on the path are still clearly visible, the wheels of the heart and the old cow that is breathing heavily are pulling the grass and carrying the weight forward, wisps of cooking smoke, pieces of blooming wildflowers, winding paths, clear rivers, and beautiful songs telling the past of this grassland, telling the tragic historical vicissitudes of this scene, telling the praises of this erji's original heart, Tell the story of this full brand of the times. I still sat next to Eggie like a childish child, listening to Eggie tell her about her past and tell me the story of my childhood. As if he had returned to the grassland of his childhood again, a round of red sun in front of him revealed the grassland horizon, the morning sun was brilliant and colorful, the morning breeze gently blew up the flowing hair of Eji, revealing a beautiful and quiet face, and the sunny Eji was still walking on the path of the grassland, always maintaining the hard-working and simple nature of a Mongolian woman.
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About author:Bian Junyuan, a native of Jingbian, Shaanxi, is a lover of literature.
Excerpt from: Literature Shaanxi Army, copyright belongs to the author.