The mountains, none of which are steep, the meadows, none of which are monotonous, and the flocks of sheep scattered on the meadows and the courtyards of houses scattered in height are very vivid. The clouds hanging in the sky are like the background of the game, constantly showing various gestures in front of the eyes, and the blue sky is cold and high.
There is an important schedule for National Day, going home to attend my nephew's wedding.
The alarm clock on the morning of the 1st was set at 2 o'clock, in order to leave Beijing before 5 o'clock, we packed two packs of thin thick spare clothes the night before, and the food was also packed separately, at 2:50 a.m., after a simple packing, we began to set off. The two hamsters that were worried about feeding them starved to death at home before leaving, and they were also loaded into the car.
It was dark, the stars were scattered in the night sky, the moon was about to fall, sleepily collected the bright light, there was a dark path before going on the highway, and the turned on headlights were a warm light shining on the road not far ahead, faintly but firmly guiding the way forward. A month ago on the planning route, G6 is conventional congestion can not be more conventional, and did not do the preferred route for this trip, the capital ring line G95 after the opening of the whole line has not yet gone to appreciate the scenery along the way, want to take this opportunity to taste it, but the extra 150 kilometers will extend my arrival time, and rabbit consultation, which road conditions on the day is good on the temporary adjustment. Baidu map shows that the Badaling section of the Beijing-Tibet Expressway tends to be smooth, so it decisively turned right on the East Sixth Ring Road and Baige Bridge, merged into the sparse traffic, and sped away in the direction of Hohhot.
Zhangjiakou is the legendary Chahar, a charming city and a colorful land. G6 highway from the southwest of the city, across the hinterland of Hebei, driving on the road is not many cars, unconsciously increase the speed of galloping, the morning sun chasing behind, flanked by golden yellow birch, red ground brocade, green yellow beiliu and diamond sky poplar, the front of the looming high and low up and down the road, directly to the autumn half-pastoral and half-peasant Inner Mongolia Plateau south end.
The mountains, none of which are steep, the meadows, none of which are monotonous, and the flocks of sheep scattered on the meadows and the courtyards of houses scattered in height are very vivid. The clouds hanging in the sky are like the background of the game, constantly showing various gestures in front of the eyes, and the blue sky is cold and high. The taste of the Mongolian plateau is gradually thickening, and what comes into view is the full autumn colors, and I don't feel the fatigue of the journey at all, perhaps, this is the feeling of home!
It was more than 10 o'clock when I sneaked to my big brother's house while walking and watching, and although it was not early, I still caught up with the first one.
As a local daughter-in-law, I knew almost nothing about local marriage customs, and under the guidance of my relatives, I arranged various ornaments in the new house to receive relatives and friends from all directions. The banquet on the eve of the wedding was full of entertainment. On the morning of the 3rd, the people who greeted the relatives wanted to eat a meal of flower dumplings, I prepared the ingredients in advance, and my niece showed her flower dumpling wrapping skills, which was the first time I saw a kind of wrapping method.
At the wedding, the atmosphere was warm, the host was humorous and funny, a couple fell generously, the programs appeared endlessly, and the relatives sent their blessings, lion dances, songs, and talents, lively and warm. I also gave a Tibetan poem I wrote to the newlyweds, wishing them the beginning of a good married life, and hoping that they would take on the responsibility of family prosperity and pass it on from generation to generation.
(Note this as a souvenir.) Pastoral people like autumn ripening, rain and wind to tune more auspicious celebrations; Shu Liang talented women will enter the house, and virtuous people will maintain the family yao doorway. The newlywed incense covers the hibiscus tent, and the phoenix is led under the wedding lamp; happy life to learn of oneself, enjoy the qinse for a hundred years)
This land has lost the expectations of parents, without warm meals and kind sounds, although the brothers and sisters are infinitely enthusiastic, although the house is still the same, even if it is difficult to stop the gloom. I unconsciously turned my gaze to the familiar intersections of the old house, and the sentimentality that arose in my heart, for my parents, for myself, and more rabbits. After the wedding, we started our independent trip. The first stop, the Kubuqi Desert XiangshaWan.
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