The autumn wind blows again to the Altai Mountains, and the leaves slowly turn golden.
The Tuvans roared at their livestock and rushed to the winter pastures with the autumn wind.
The road was extremely arduous, but the Tuvans were happy because they had found a new winter pasture.
This winter pasture is in the mountains.
"Mountains, mountains!" Grandpa looked up at the mountains and asked aloud, "Can we build wooden houses here?" ”
O Tuvans! You can build wooden houses here, and I will shield you from the cold winds of winter. However, I have one condition – you cannot kill young animals.
Well, neither we nor our children and grandchildren will kill young animals!
This winter pasture has a small river.
"Little river, little river!" Mom looked at the river and asked softly, "Can we build a wooden house here?" ”
O Tuvans! You can build wooden houses here, and I will provide you with a sweet spring. However, I have one condition – you must not pollute pure rivers.
Well, neither we nor our children and grandchildren will pollute the pure river water!
This winter pasture has dense forests.
"Forest, forest!" Dad took the axe and prepared to collect the wood, "Can we build a wooden house here?" ”
O Tuvans! You can build wooden houses here, and I will provide you with solid wood. However, I have one condition – you cannot cut down living trees.
Well, neither we nor our children and grandchildren will cut down living trees!
This winter pasture also has abundant meadows.
"The earth, the earth!" The children unloaded their luggage with Grandma as they stroked the grass, "Can we build a wooden house here?" ”
O Tuvans! You can build wooden houses here, and I will provide you with a level land. However, I have one condition – you can't pull out the grass roots at will.
Okay, neither we nor our children and grandchildren will pull out the grassroots at will!
Dad collected the fallen trees, removed the bark, and cut them into suitable lengths.
The trunk was ready, the notches and grooves were cut with an axe, the grooves were filled with dry moss, and then they were built layer by layer, and the main body of the new house was built.
Dad also built a sloping roof with wooden planks to prevent the heavy snow in winter from crushing the wooden house.
Children built spacious fences to prevent livestock from getting lost.
Grandpa repaired the fire wall for the wooden house, which will bring warmth to the whole family.
Mom and Grandma took out freshly rolled felt and spread it in the wooden house to keep out the cold moisture.
The wooden houses of the Tuvans were finally built, and before the winter snow came, they drove their cattle and horses into the new houses.
Such a good winter pasture attracts more and more Tuvans.
They came here with their cattle and horses.
There are more and more wooden houses for the Tuvans. They love this winter pasture and love to build new houses.
The melodious sound of the piano is given to the mountains; the cheerful drums are given to the earth; the crisp songs are given to the rivers.
Tuvans say that a good home is a gift from nature, and to protect it is to protect a good life.
Excerpt from Little Reader Reading the World, December 2021, Issue 303
The original text is from the "Wooden House of the Tuvans"
Xinjiang Youth Publishing House
Produced by Babe Bear Children's Library
Text/Li Jian