And then to Garutu, on a late autumn afternoon, perhaps for a grand promise, for an autumn date, or perhaps for a long-awaited action. Along the way, the fine sunlight fell softly from the blue sky and fell on the vast grassland, the flock of sheep on the grassland, the gorgeous autumn colors were silent, and my mood was also silent, just like the vast and flat Wushen grassland.
Wushen grassland is easy-going, calm, with a breeze gradually falling and the wind and dust talking.
As the daughter-in-law of Wushen, I am no stranger to this land, and I am no stranger to the small town of Garutu. From the beginning of knowing its name - Garutu, to stepping on this land several times with both feet - a small town that was once remote and backward, and then later, I would pass by this town once or twice a year, I walked through the town's first road, second road, third road, fourth road, and fifth road, just like walking through my hometown county, the texture of the land is as clear as my skin, feeling the dryness of the town, but also feeling the vastness of the grassland.
I'm a passerby of time, and I'm just a passerby in the town. By the time I thought about it, I had learned to accept the existence of the town, as if it had accepted me as usual. Here I learned to eat fragrant hand-handled meat, which is naturally stewed without dross, and seems to be just a soup with water and salt, the water is bubbling and the flavor of the mutton is wafting around. I also learned to drink brick tea, salty tea is the most needed comfort after eating hand-handled meat, from the thirst at the beginning of the arrival to the later habits, salty tea is like a cup of lingering memory, let me chew the bitterness and happiness of Wushendi over and over again, chew my past and present life, from the first time I arrived to the bitter and sweet sour and sweet that is not confused.
The impression of the town on me is simple and idyllic. It has the characteristics of a western town, which is vast and sparsely populated. It also has the humility and tolerance of a western town, and the people are simple and laid-back. When I arrived in the town, I listened again and again, listening to the sound of the town's jointing growth, the footsteps of the unwilling to be left behind, and the sound of chasing unwilling to be left behind; I have also watched it again and again, watching the town go from bungalows to high-rise buildings, from rustic to high-eyebrow, from silent to small.
I look at the scenery of the town, and the town also looks at me in the landscape, it quietly, watching every time I come, it is breaking its silence. Look at my every time, my face is changing, my language is changing, my mentality is changing, from being good to not confused, from full of green hair to gray hair. The town sighs for the years, and I sigh for the vicissitudes of life.
The town is full of spirituality, literature and art, with the tension of being populated and timeless. In such a literary town, I met literary and artistic people, literary scenes, and literary awareness. When I met Lingdu, she was sitting in a small tea room, waiting for me. Lingdu and I got together with an event. At that time, I was amazed that there would be such a beautiful Mongolian woman in the town, which can be described in a poem - "like water out of hibiscus, natural carving", she is naturally beautiful, not decorated with powder, which is exactly the style I like.
She also admired me – a little bit of a literary temperament. At that time, there were a lot of people, and it was inconvenient to talk much, but we remembered it and thought about each other. It's a strange feeling, like missing a heavy snow in the winter or a heavy rain in the summer. Sometimes, the intersection between people is just about the same aura, because of love, sincerity, persistence, simplicity, away from earthly distractions, greed, desire, utilitarianism, just, occasionally missing, when you think about it, you will feel happy.
That day, Lingdu's WeChat avatar suddenly moved: "Come here, let's make an appointment for a drink." Immediately, she started laughing and asked me if she was too direct. If so, I went happily and as promised, with the eagerness to go to the mountains to visit my old friends. It seems that after a small half of my life, I have never been so willful, and I have never been so reckless. Life is an unrestrained journey, and if you can quickly whip up the whip and enjoy the revenge, it is also a kind of free and easy. I don't know where I read a sentence: "Life has given me a piece of chicken feathers, but I picked up a piece of chicken feathers and tied them into a beautiful feather duster." "I guess I'm also the skillful sister who can tie a beautiful feather duster.
Zerodu was gently pouring the tea, and I looked around from the door to the surroundings, letting my eyes move inch by inch, admiring this simple tea room. However, a few square meters of space, but everywhere there is an elegant temperament, is the owner's careful design, but also a simple and simple refraction, immersed in it and forget the window. The surrounding Bogu shelves are full of gadgets, one by one to admire, the delicate building lamp, the chic teapot, the low-hanging vines, and the tea pets with different expressions, all make me have the heart to reach out and play, as if the eyes of the first time I saw Lingdu. I don't want to, there is such an elegant place in the town, time passes here, and the mood is different.
Lingdu said that it was a friend's tea room. Soon after, I met this friend, and sure enough, he was a refreshing person. Life is like tea, there is such a small tea room, which can release the unhappiness like smoke, and can place the sleeping soul, what more can the husband ask for? Having such a small tea room is exactly what I dreamed of.
Then I remembered that a few days ago there was a picture in the circle of friends, a homestay plaque called "semi-hidden", savored it, "semi-hidden", is half of the hidden world, half of the birth, and it seems to be in the world, the heart is outside the world of a state, but also coincides with the Confucian golden mean. Friend's tea room is very compatible with the plaque of "Semi-hidden".
Following Lingdu, I went around the town, stopped and stopped, arrived at the village, walked the grassland, saw the root carving art processing factory, and watched the fireworks in the town.
also went to the studio of the young painter Ariguna with Zero. Ariguna is a chubby Mongolian girl who smiles shyly. With the starlight overhead, walking into the dazzling studio, I can't help but be impressed by this girl, the paintings hanging in the gallery have different styles, there are simple and clear landscape paintings, bold and exaggerated figure paintings, some quiet, some abstract, some quiet, some warm, one painting after another, as if they are also wandering in an art world, the inner feeling is plump, passionate. Coming from a herder family, Ariguna is a low-key artist who loves art and not only does a good job, but often spends her weekends and other spare time creating art and taking the children into another space. People who live in the art world are happy and rich in their hearts.
In Garutu, this place full of literary and artistic atmosphere, this comfortable and unrestrained town, this warm and atmospheric grassland, friends come naturally have good wine, but they are slightly drunk......
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Source: Warm News WeChat public account Author: Wang Hongmei
Editor: Li Rong Proofreader: Liu Jinglu Review: Wu Wenling Final Review: Wang Hongmei