Leaving the lovely Hailar all the way to the east, the clouds overhead are like a great river that has flowed thousands of miles, guiding our direction.
The city slowly threw itself behind, and the endless grassland finally appeared next to it, and the great river hanging in the sky seemed to merge into a lake, corresponding to the vastness of the grassland.
At this time, if you are exposed to the scorching sun of the grassland, you will still experience the cruelty of the sun, although it is not like the scorching eyes of the sun on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but the body that has been baked for a long time is also like a cucumber that has lost the luster of life, and the heavy shell is carried, step by step, the sweat is hoarded on the back, and the viscous feeling makes me miss the cold of winter infinitely.
The only life-saving straw at this point may be the low clouds in the sky. Whenever they resist the scorching sun, the grassland is suddenly less difficult to survive, perhaps it should be said that it is extremely comfortable.
Halfway through, I took a ride with my bodyguard to Yakshi.
It's much bigger than I thought, basically from west to east through the whole city, the facilities that the city should have, here are not ambiguous, the blue sky and white clouds are still the same, more like a miniature Hailar. But geographically speaking, Yakeshi is more like a watershed between the grassland and the Daxing'an Mountains.
When I was on the train station, I hesitated to take a jungle train to continue the next part of the journey, but it was more meaningful to step on the footprints of the first time I was in Daxing'anling.
As twilight faded, the Northeast Song had twisted around in the brightly lit streets, and we had not yet found the day's camp.
All the way to the edge of the city, a river separates the hustle and bustle from the tranquility, the ideal place to settle down. In the darkness of the night, a horse farm by the river was hidden in front of him, and from that direction came a shout, "Are you going to set up a tent?" "Although a middle-aged man ~ Brother Yang came out later."
Later, the man pictured above arranged for a yurt in his family's horse farm to come to a camp of "bag within bag". And the night that followed the show began with the crash of the bottle jingle... I only remember that after Brother Yang told the story of his 48 hours of solitude alone in the sealed cabin of tiger leaping gorge with vomit and feces churning, I ran outside the bag and ended the day's program under the coherent vomiting.
The next morning, last night's alcohol was still rushing in the blood, rubbing his sleepy eyes, listening to the scream of tearing his heart and lungs outside the bag, and ran out to see that it was from the mouth of a sheep that was about to end his short life in the hands of the fourth brother, and the new day began from such a bloody scene.
It was very uncomfortable to witness the end of a life, the blood was quickly released, and the sheep calmly opened their eyes. Soon, a living life becomes an ingredient in the pot, and the thing of life is like this: after all, each one will return to its own way, as long as it is at ease.
Porridge, the first time I met my taste buds, it bloomed into a beautiful flower. Rice absorbed the "fresh" gas in the mutton, and then used its own rice aroma to remove the "fat" of the lamb, put a little salt, poured two bowls, yesterday's drunkenness quickly disappeared under the delicacy of the grassland gift, it is really a porridge and a rice when thinking hard-won, a drink and a peck are full of bitter, spicy and sour.
After a few bowls of soul porridge, everything became beautiful again, and the rest was about the horse, under the guidance of Coach Yang, after the horse galloped to share the prosperity of the world, the root of the thigh was sore.
Soon to leave, a day together will be unpleasant, I hope to meet these interesting and kind people on the road again, although this life is only a one-sided friendship with most people, but it is precisely because of your presence that the trip becomes vivid.
Somehow there are so many reindeer shadows in the Hulunbuir area, it is indeed a favorite animal, we continue to set out for the deer tribe in the depths of the Daxing'an Mountains, the story continues...