As if waiting for people

Torgouts is an ancient tribe of Mongolian in China, they are the masters in Bayinbuluk grassland. At the end of the Ming Dynasty in 1628, they find a new life and leave their homes, to the Volga River downstream of the Caspian (Russia has not yet been occupied) to develop interest, create a home. In 1771, in order to get rid of the Russian Empire's brutal rule, in the 27 year old leader ubashi Khan led Turehot tribe began to hesitate and go east, after half a year to return home only seventy thousand people, human history is the last large-scale spontaneous migration WSET level 4. For the proper placement of the east to the Ministry of public, the Qing court investigation of the lush, Bayinbuluke, Wusu and Khovd to give Turehot people. Since then, Cairenjiafu ancestors, have been living in this piece of fertile grassland Bayinbuluke.

Drive along, explore the deeper part of the view. A road on both sides of the road is still green grass, and you can see the mosaic in the prairie lakes and swamps, exudes a bright luster, no matter where we go, the great snow mountain has been far away. I know, we are close to the land where this beautiful grassland has been nurtured. Sure enough, It is as expected, gave birth to the plains of the mother river of the Kaidu river. In between the flat grasslands, there is a wide and flat silver ribbon winding to stretch into the distance. The sun glittering water hong kong wine academy, attracts us to see. Into it, can feel its breath, that is the goddess of tears, is the goddess of drop water in water, grass and exudes the fragrance of the earth. With your fingertips to touch the cool, can let the human body heat fade. The actual width is wider than I expected, and shallow water near the shore can even see the bottom of the water. On the other side, the horses drinking water, the sheen of the river and the sheen of the sun made it more lustrous. You can't see where the water comes from and where it ends. It is only generous to dedicate this part of yourself to the grassland, to nourish this life. Quietly standing in the river, in the cool mountain breeze blowing hair, a deep blue mountain, overlooking this piece of land, then they have thousands of emotions, a second eyes closed as if it can shed tears.

Those dark blue snow capped mountains, they are the gods who control the grassland. They are so tall that they have to look up to the sky to catch their proud heads. In the dark blue of the body, covered with white snow, hidden in the clouds looming, clouds unpredictable, against the snow capped mountains even more mysterious. They are different from the common hill, they are the bones, they will come to the distant future from history, they are silent quiet and mysterious, fascinating.

When the snow capped mountain peaks change to pink and blue and purple, the enchanting colors of the leaves, we leave this charming grassland, and all the beauty that it has left for me makes me unforgettable in my life.