Autumn in Tara in summer
Teng Jianmin
In the fields of October, the grass and trees faded away from summer clothes and changed into autumn clothes.
My heart followed the speeding wheels and marched on the steppe of the imperial city. The grassland of this season presents a thorough yellow, warm and romantic, although it is less than a thousand miles of blue waves, but it gives people a shocked sigh. This is the summer tara revered and watched by the Yugur people.
Summer Tara, also known as the Imperial City Grassland, is a holy golden pasture in the hearts of the Yugur people, and it is also a place I have always longed for.
With its pure and primitive feelings, the grassland soothes this silent, shining land. Grass strives to exalt its full personality and fill in the gaps of the earth. The blue satin sky is connected with the golden earth, showing the richness, ruggedness, arrogance and domineering of the grasslands of this season. The Kelsang flower dropped its last leaf, and she buried her dreams and hopes deep in the grassland. Fat and strong cattle and sheep burps, combing the tip of grass with their lips, kissing the warm home with their hearts.
The snow-capped mountains are majestic and the grasslands are quiet.
The wind caressed the vast earth with its long arms. It took the imperial city grassland into its arms with fiery feelings, and lovingly embraced the last warm sun of autumn. Floating clouds stop in mid-air and push and shove, echoing the crowds of sheep. The endless grassland is not only grass or grass, but also the kind of dense and flourishing that "wildfires burn endlessly". Maybe it's because the sky is too high, the back or the grassland is too vast, maybe it's because I'm too longing for the imperial grassland, too much expectation, the car has not stopped, but I can't wait to open the car window, can't help but sing "always want to see your smiling face, always want to hear your singing, always want to live in your felt room, always want to lift your wine bottle." I have a pact with the grassland, I want to find common roots from afar..." The sound of the five-tone incompleteness was carried by the wind to the depths of the grassland, landed on a blade of grass, bounced on two blades of grass, and spread to thousands of blades of grass, driving this vast sea of grass to rise and fall, tumbling. The golden sunshine translates the pure beauty of the prairie. The white towers that stand and the fluttering prayer flags hide mysteries that I can't read.
The grassland treats all life in its bosom with its broad and tolerant attitude, and sincerely accepts every visitor. The lingering smoke and the mellow smell of Yugur's butter milk tea tempted me.
As we walked, we observed that the prairie spots of the season were closed, and only the sparse tents stood silently on the silent grassland. The vast grassland is divided into pieces, one by one surrounded by iron wire for protection, which is the home of the Yugur herders, and also like the farmer's cultivated land, the division of each household is clear, and everyone has enhanced the awareness and responsibility of protecting the grassland.
Our car was driving along the ruts, and the tires of the car would be tripped by the grass from time to time, so it was stopped and stopped, and some people proposed to stop and walk. We chose a tented meadow, surrounded by wire, but with a door in the middle, which was not only reserved for people, but also for cars. We lament that this family really has a heart. However, when walking by, the divided grassland is like this, the net around the grassland is not a small sheep, and the doors of every meadow are open. Our footsteps stopped in front of a smoky tent. The dog lying next to the sheepfold watched us approach, shook his body, and the smooth and shiny hair on his body stood up, and he watched us warily. But it wasn't the imposing look I had imagined, as if it was just a message. We were appreciating the dog's loyalty when the owner came out and greeted us, "Where did you guys come from?" Before we could answer, she continued, "You're a little late, and the attractions are all withdrawn." We explained to her that we weren't coming to see the sights, we were coming to see the prairie. After she listened, a bright smile broke out on her face, and the corners of her mouth moved and said, "In the summer, the grass is green, the flowers are red, and there is also a look, now it is some yellow grass, what is the look at the head," I said which season has the scenery of which season, and the yellow of the grassland is also a rare scenery for us. She smiled and said, you have been living in the city for a long time, come out to see everything is fresh.
With a wave of greeting, the hospitable hostess let us into the accounting room, and she added the boiled tea with boiling milk and poured a bowl for each of us. I finally saw the sincerity and boldness of the Yugur people's hospitality.
The yellow color of the steppe in this season is in harmony with the emperor of the imperial city. The colors depicted by nature and the grasslands illuminated by the sun and moon are a kind of dreamy beauty that spans history and reality. It makes people feel quiet and at the same time, they also feel that this is the ideal home for life and harmony.
Marmots roam, goshawks fly. The autumn wind blew away the smell of fireworks and dung in the grassland people's homes, and also blew away the long and deep history of the grassland.
Listening to the roar of the horses and cows, I seemed to see the domineering and heroic spirit of Genghis Khan leading his descendants to stand majestically on the grasslands in the depths of the steppe. On each yellow blade of grass, there are prints of Jinge Iron Horse's rush to kill, sword and light sword shadow conquest. Sit by the stream and look out, listening to the distant stories of the depths of time.
I can't see the end of the years, but I can hear the cries and groans in the depths of the years. The descendants of Genghis Khan galloped across the north, and grass-covered areas became their pastures. The Mongol king Wo Kuoduan established a city capital here, called "Summer Erduo" in Mongolian, that is, "Yellow Palace", "Yellow City", I don't know whether it was intentional, or Wu wrote, and later gradually called it "Imperial City".
Protected by the Qilian Mountains, the Imperial City Grassland is lush with water and grass, warm in winter and cool in summer, and is a natural pasture given by nature.
Historically, the grasslands along the Qilian Mountains have become a battlefield for ethnic contention, and for the sake of survival interests, they have accumulated grudges and feuds and fights and kills. The days are long, the steppes are scarred, the Huns, the Xianbei, the Khitans, the Turks, you come and go. The swords of the slaughter echoed on the grassland, and the horses of the conquest galloped under the Qilian Mountains.
The imperial city grassland, which is older than time, has a cold bow flying in its arms, showing Genghis Khan's jingo, echoing the deep and tragic tune of the horse-head piano, and also cultivating one heroic nation after another.
The melodious and majestic song of the Yugur people, fluttering happily on the vast grassland, we cannot but praise the courage of this nation. The imperial city grasslands in the Qilian Mountains are constantly changing, and all the herders' belongings are on horseback, and hundreds of yaks or thousands of sheep are the source and hope of their lives. They migrate with the pasture all year round, driving cattle and sheep, from the summer pasture to the winter pasture, from the front mountain to the back mountain, according to the herdsman's words, that is, to move the nest, and the migration is non-stop throughout the year. In summer, they graze in the far back mountains, and the grasslands of the front mountains are their winter nests, which is the living area of cattle and sheep in winter. The grassland in front of us is the winter pasture of the Yugur people.
Industrious, brave, kind and open-minded, no matter how harsh the natural environment and how difficult the living conditions are. They still have an optimistic attitude, a broad mind, love life, fear nature, and live in harmony with all things.
Only on the grassland can we have a profound understanding of the open, majestic, wild, and dashing. The grassland brings people a dreamlike imagination and deep thinking. The battles, fights, fights, and sorrows that have taken place in the past years have become smoke clouds, and what is now experienced is joy and happiness, and the pursuit of peace and health is the pursuit.
The golden grassland, the rolling snow-capped mountains, and the high and deep sky constitute a magnificent picture of the autumn sun under the Qilian Mountains. It is the selfless dedication of the snowy mountains that has the scenery of the grassland "the sky is clear, the wild is vast, and the wind blows grass and the cows and sheep are low". The rich glaciers of Qilian Mountain and the ever-flowing streams nourish and nourish all life in the Hexi Corridor. Qilian Snow Mountain is not only the peak in the geographical sense, but also the peak of the spirit of all ethnic groups...
Different regions, different ethnic groups, but also have different beliefs, different customs and habits. However, the pace of modernization and the ideology of advancing with the times have penetrated into the depths of the grassland. I think that some of the long-standing lifestyles, as well as ancient customs, will be impacted and eliminated. Touching the scene makes people feel a little sorry and regretful.
The evening wind of the steppe has a bone-chilling cold. The swaying autumn grass, although I have thoughts, can't keep the change of seasons. Looking back, my love for the grassland is not a pretentious pursuit of the wind, but a warmth and tacit understanding that has been precipitated in my heart since my life. How many times in my dreams, I rushed to the depths of the Qilian Mountains to look for the grassland that I deeply loved and missed, but when I woke up, the grassland disappeared.
Today, I finally found my dream - the golden autumn of the imperial city grassland, the summer tara. I once looked at the snowy mountains by the door of my home, missed the grassland, at this moment, I really sat in the arms of the grassland, but it was like I had mistakenly entered a long and sweet dream scene...
The past is in the grassland, and the thoughts are in the snowy mountains.
Feel the desolation and depth of the snow-capped mountains in the summer tara, feel the rhythm and momentum of the wind blowing from the long river of years, and the rhythm of the dancing of grass and trees, and feel the mature and calm autumn colors of the summer tara...
Love autumn and love the quiet autumn colors of tara in summer.
(About the author: Teng Jianmin, pen name Mobei Xuelian. A woman who likes to comb through the dull days into poetic landscapes. ）