If Hulunbuir knows that on a certain day in July 2021, there will be such a me who will come to him. What he saw was an unattractive middle-aged man, a little hunchbacked, wearing a pair of deep glasses, looking around at the door of a barbecue restaurant in Hailar. I looked at the streets at night in summer, dark, deserted, and cool. Occasionally, taxis pass by, cutting the air open. I am just one of the countless tourists that Hulunbeier has seen, falling on his ground like a grain of sand. Hulunbuir is just a small stop on my life journey, and it only accommodates my restless heart for a few days. Hulunbeier looked at me with a disdainful look, and I looked at him with an indifferent look. Then we were separated by the boundless night.
Standing on the top of Muyun Mountain the next day, Hulunbeier showed his face. The huge grassland lay quietly under the oppression of gray clouds, and the winding Mozhgrad River flowed through his hands, feet and body like blood. The sparse horses and tourists are moving and shaking, it is his pulse that is beating. I was sitting on a rock in the grass, and a female groupmate took some pictures of me. She looked at my photo and said, you have a melancholic temperament. It's been a long time since no one said that I have a temperament. As for the melancholy temperament, it seems to be the first time I've heard of it in my life. This time we booked a luxury tour group and traveled across the prairie in a Toyota off-road vehicle. It should be comfortable and happy. Why am I depressed? Judging by the way the female group members spoke, it didn't seem like a compliment or a mockery. Could it be that in front of Hulunbeier, my inner depression was fully exposed? Maybe it’s to express my sorrow for the sake of writing new words, but the worry about the future of my children, the confusion about the current moral values, and the pity for the families suffering under the epidemic are stinging my numb nerves from time to time. I looked up at this magnificent prairie again, and seemed to hear the sound of his blood hitting his heart. At this moment, Hulunbuir and I met our eyes.
Compared with the heaviness of the grassland, the poplars in Erguna Wetland Park made me feel the lightness of Hulunbuir. Walking on the ecological health trail, the green trees on both sides are staggered and dense, and the setting sun still slips down from the gaps in the leaves, shining mottled light and shadow. Suddenly, white feathery things floated from the side of the river, stuck to my clothes and hands, and more fell to the ground and bushes. Ask the tour guide Wen Jing, she said that it is called Yangshu Maozi, which is the tidbits of poplar. Walking to an open field, I saw piles of poplar hairs, and the breeze blew by, like a group of white insects scrambling to crawl. I was just about to say a few words of admiration for this wonderful poplar tree. A member of the boy group said that if this poplar flower falls into the river, if it is not cleaned up for a long time, it will pollute the river. Suddenly I remembered a poem I wrote when I was in junior high school, "Children, children/Little poems, little novels/We are covered all over/"Small coat"/I can’t sleep after tossing and turning/I searched all over the world/Astronomy and geography—— /There is no book/to define the word "small"/I see—/The meaning of "small" is in "big"!". It was published in "China Youth Daily" at that time. Thirty years later, this newspaper is still the newspaper with the highest level of work I have published. The little poplar tree has brought beauty and pain to Hulunbeier, and my poem "Little" has also brought me the joy of the past and the loneliness of the present.
I suddenly had a bold idea and said to Hulunbeier, let me write about your cloud. Hulunbeier smiled, but did not answer. Some time ago, I saw a novel in "October" magazine. The man's wife died of depression. He drove his daughter across the Eurasian continent, the English Channel, and the Pacific Ocean in an off-road vehicle, and sent his daughter to study in the United States. , know the clouds, read the clouds, and walk by looking at the clouds, seeking healing and redemption along the way. After reading this novel, the cloud that has always been neglected came into my vision, but the cloud in my hometown still gave way to trivial matters, so familiar that I didn't see it. Today, my eyes stayed on the clouds in Hulunbeier for a long time, maybe it was the inspiration brought to me by the grassland frontier, maybe it was the unreasonable depression released to the sky, maybe it was nothing, only the clouds knew. In Shiwei Border Township, there is a Russian town on the other side of the Ergun River. Not far away, the Daxingan Mountains connect the honor and disgrace of history with the grievances and grievances of the nation. The clouds are clear and light. On the border defense highway, there are nine cards, seven cards and five cards, and the words "No drones are allowed to fly at the frontier of the border" flashed past the street signs, and the yellow rapeseed flowers were in full bloom everywhere, and the clouds were bright and bright. In Wulan Mountain, there are many people on the Internet celebrity swing, grass skiing and cableway, and the fresh condensed milk popsicles are delicious and refreshing, and the clouds are crowded but wide. The clouds on the grassland are even more strange and changeable. The cloud in the morning is like a big girl wearing a blue face scarf that tickles your heart, the cloud at noon is like a bride in a white wedding dress that makes you flustered, and the cloud in the evening is like a beautiful woman wearing a golden ring. You are sweet. Hulunbeier laughed again, you have a good idea.
Seeing that Hulunbeier was amused, I became more courageous and wanted to write about Hulunbeier's style again. These days are the hottest weather in Wenzhou. The air conditioner is turned on in the office, in the car, and at home. As soon as you get on the off-road vehicle here, let the driver turn on the air conditioner first. Seeing the reluctance of the driver, Brother Zhang, I thought that people in Inner Mongolia are really stingy, and they don’t even want to turn on the air conditioner in summer. But with the air conditioner on, I just feel uncomfortable. This Toyota cruiser looks good, but I didn't expect its performance to be so poor. The groupmates in the same car also felt uncomfortable and opened the windows a little bit. A gust of wind blows from the window, bringing some heat and a bit of coolness. At first, it is difficult to adapt, but after a while, there is a refreshing feeling on the skin. I asked Brother Zhang to open all four car windows and turn off the air conditioner, and then I heard the wind rushing in, and the car was filled with wind. This is the wind in Hulunbuir. The car was playing explosive rock music, galloping through the grassland at a speed of 100 yards, and the enthusiasm in my heart was burned to 100 degrees like boiling water. Stretching my hand out of the window, the wind pushed me, and I felt the power of the Hulunbeier wind for the first time.
On this day, I felt the rush of the wind on the battery car going down the Ulan Mountain, the vertigo of the wind on the pontoon bridge of the Olochi Manor, the smell of the wind at the 2017 Horse Riding Field in Montenegro, and the smell of the wind in Hassar City The yurt feels the cold wind at night. It's late at night as I write this. I pushed open the door, the grassland outside was quiet and mysterious, and there were no stars in the sky. I suddenly wanted to be a boy chasing the wind, chasing the wind, chasing the clouds, chasing my lost time and my only remaining dream.
When getting off at the 186 Ribbon River Scenic Area, a female group member told me that she suggested that the tour guide be quiet in the car and post the weather forecast of the place where she was going every day in the group. The quiet attitude was very poor. I took an opportunity to ask Wen Jing, and Wen Jing said that she was really angry in the morning, and I did everything I should do and what I should say, won't they check the weather forecast online? I can't answer. Wen Jing said two days ago, ten of you were riding in three off-road vehicles, and it was difficult for me to explain on the road, so I felt a little sorry. In addition, in the past few days, people have ignored her when they called her a tour guide, and they were very happy to call her Wen Jing, a Chinese name. I thought that this Mongolian girl really has a personality. I also remembered that when I visited the herdsman’s house in Heishantou yesterday, a male group member took a photo with the herdsman’s little boy. At first the child was still happy, but the male group member wanted to take another photo with him, and the seven or eight-year-old Mongolian boy immediately sank Turn around and leave. Hulunbeier, do you know that I am very uncomfortable when dealing with your people for the first time.
Last year at the prose annual meeting in Beijing, a Mongolian writer teacher gave us a lecture, saying that you yourself are the king of words, you can write whatever you want, and you can write whatever you want. I said it secretly in my heart. He also talked about the land, people and things in Inner Mongolia, his eyes sparkled, his spirits were high, and he was as excited as a child. I am born dull and not good at communicating with people, but from the very limited observation of these Mongolians, I can feel the enthusiastic, bold and unruly side of their characters, and I seem to see the shadow of their ancestors.
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