Where did the people go?
The man's eyes searched in the openness and mist...
Hi!
With a sound, a hand was placed on the man's shoulder from behind
Oh! I'm scared!
The man jumped up in fuss, stroking his hands exaggeratedly on his chest.
coward!
The voices of contempt behind the people are more proud!
It seems that she is very satisfied with her masterpiece just now.
That man... Although the person who came was behind the man, it would not be too difficult to see a hundred steps away in this bright moonlight, in the flat and wide field.
What's more, I'm wearing a striking white dress... Sometimes, if the drama is done more seriously, then the gain will be...
Are you a cat?
The man looked at the smiling person in front of him and asked with his neck stretched out.
Go to you! You are the cat! I am...
Suddenly stopping the conversation, the person who came glared at the man
I am not a cat, so why don’t you even have a sound when you walk? Don’t you know that it will be so scary?
The man retracted his neck, although he was muttering, but the sound was just heard by the person opposite him.
You deserve it!
Curse sometimes sounds very pleasant
The moon tonight is really...
The man leaned into the sky and looked at the moon, sighing from...
laugh……
The laughter that could no longer be held back, amid the scolding of your dead ghost, someone chased and started fighting the man...
Occasionally, one or two laughter broke through the tranquility of the night, and it made the beautiful moonlight more like smoke and fog... Two figures chasing the two stops and spreading joy all over the grassland in the cool evening breeze... When everything was quiet, two figures sat on the shaft of a Lele cart...
Tell me about her
A seemingly unintentional but somewhat faint question breaks the long silence
she……
In the light smoke-like moonlight, the man's face that was a little confused became even more confusing
Yes, what is she like?
How did I get into this life that didn’t originally belong to me?
I have many problems in my heart, but there is one thing I know very well. Maybe everything here really does not belong to me, but I will never regret it, me!
The past, that seemingly childish choice!
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
A ten-year-old boy was walking on the boundless grassland in a carriage, vast...beautiful...and vast...when all this was presented to him one by one, the boy was shocked, attracted, and even more intoxicated...
Green fields... blue sky... cattle and sheep leisurely foraging, rushing horses whizzing by, time seemed to turn around in a trance... Huns... Turkic... Jurchens... Xiedan... One ethnic group after another came from the other side of the sky and disappeared from the other side
Huhan Shanyu... Yelu Abaoji... Wanyan Aguda... They rode colorful horses, surrounded by thousands of people, walked from the white clouds, and then walked away from the white clouds... The golden eagle's chirping broke through the silence of the sky, and a taller figure came from the light of the sun... The red horse bowed, he roared to the sky... The man like the sea Genghis Khan!
Quietly, they all walked away in the afternoon sun and disappeared into the rolling sea of clouds... Behind them is the vast grassland
This is the land to give birth to them
This is the cradle of their growth
Here are the honor, disgrace, rise and fall of countless ethnic groups, and also their joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness...
The grassland is still so beautiful and charming. Is the bravery of the nomadic people also left here like the heroic souls of their ancestors?
What kind of life do they live now?
Is it still the same as before... The boy's eyes stayed on the felt bag on the distant hillside for a long time...
Maybe it was the curiosity of a teenager... The man who had been silent for a long time said 'her'...
The boys in junior high school are very active, especially when the Mongolian class and the Chinese class are too close...the differences in ethnic groups, the differences in customs, and the language...it seems to be more difficult to communicate that the Han nationality men like to use fists...but men sometimes don't understand why they have to add a mouth...as for mouths, what impressed men the most is that when they were in elementary school, the boys and girls in the Chinese class would stand in a row after school, and shout in unison at the children in the Mongolian class who also came out of school...Mongolian eggs!Mongolian eggs...(It seems that from ancient times to the present, the general term for the northern ethnic groups is...tarzi, but children...tarzi? They are lazy to control what they are, and they can speak casually when they scold... Besides, the pronunciation is almost the same?
Faced with this situation, the famous saying of the principal at that time, Nima Dorji was... You are Mongolian, why are you doing the eggs?
(Please use Mongolian Chinese, similar to speaking Chinese in Russian) However, Principal Nima’s classic is not just that… He, who was already the principal of the middle school at that time, picked up the phone and asked: May I ask you... Principal Nima replied: I am Nima (Please read Mongolian Chinese). The other party was furious and said angrily: Fuck!
I am your dad!
After that, Principal Ni was stunned and murmured to himself... I'm obviously damn, how could you... And the other party had already broken the microphone at this time...
Mongolian men... They don't talk much, come!
It is my dignity to throw you to the ground!
As a result...under the other party's specialty, the Han men fell to the ground quickly in the unique cheers of Mongolians... And the Han teenager who was still saying in his heart stood up suddenly and punched without a head... The Mongolian teenager with blood on the corner of his mouth was full of grief and indignation... The Han teenager who patted the dust on his body proudly raised his fist...
Hundreds of years?
Perhaps it was even longer... the Mongolians had an unwritten rule, the contest between men outside of life and death... One side fell to the ground, the winner was decided, and everything today ended here!
The winner will no longer chase, the loser will wait for the next year...
The bloody gaze of the Mongolian boy trembled and the man watching was shocked... So he and the group of teenagers agreed that we will be here tomorrow!
The man's eyes searched in the openness and mist...
Hi!
With a sound, a hand was placed on the man's shoulder from behind
Oh! I'm scared!
The man jumped up in fuss, stroking his hands exaggeratedly on his chest.
coward!
The voices of contempt behind the people are more proud!
It seems that she is very satisfied with her masterpiece just now.
That man... Although the person who came was behind the man, it would not be too difficult to see a hundred steps away in this bright moonlight, in the flat and wide field.
What's more, I'm wearing a striking white dress... Sometimes, if the drama is done more seriously, then the gain will be...
Are you a cat?
The man looked at the smiling person in front of him and asked with his neck stretched out.
Go to you! You are the cat! I am...
Suddenly stopping the conversation, the person who came glared at the man
I am not a cat, so why don’t you even have a sound when you walk? Don’t you know that it will be so scary?
The man retracted his neck, although he was muttering, but the sound was just heard by the person opposite him.
You deserve it!
Curse sometimes sounds very pleasant
The moon tonight is really...
The man leaned into the sky and looked at the moon, sighing from...
laugh……
The laughter that could no longer be held back, amid the scolding of your dead ghost, someone chased and started fighting the man...
Occasionally, one or two laughter broke through the tranquility of the night, and it made the beautiful moonlight more like smoke and fog... Two figures chasing the two stops and spreading joy all over the grassland in the cool evening breeze... When everything was quiet, two figures sat on the shaft of a Lele cart...
Tell me about her
A seemingly unintentional but somewhat faint question breaks the long silence
she……
In the light smoke-like moonlight, the man's face that was a little confused became even more confusing
Yes, what is she like?
How did I get into this life that didn’t originally belong to me?
I have many problems in my heart, but there is one thing I know very well. Maybe everything here really does not belong to me, but I will never regret it, me!
The past, that seemingly childish choice!
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
A ten-year-old boy was walking on the boundless grassland in a carriage, vast...beautiful...and vast...when all this was presented to him one by one, the boy was shocked, attracted, and even more intoxicated...
Green fields... blue sky... cattle and sheep leisurely foraging, rushing horses whizzing by, time seemed to turn around in a trance... Huns... Turkic... Jurchens... Xiedan... One ethnic group after another came from the other side of the sky and disappeared from the other side
Huhan Shanyu... Yelu Abaoji... Wanyan Aguda... They rode colorful horses, surrounded by thousands of people, walked from the white clouds, and then walked away from the white clouds... The golden eagle's chirping broke through the silence of the sky, and a taller figure came from the light of the sun... The red horse bowed, he roared to the sky... The man like the sea Genghis Khan!
Quietly, they all walked away in the afternoon sun and disappeared into the rolling sea of clouds... Behind them is the vast grassland
This is the land to give birth to them
This is the cradle of their growth
Here are the honor, disgrace, rise and fall of countless ethnic groups, and also their joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness...
The grassland is still so beautiful and charming. Is the bravery of the nomadic people also left here like the heroic souls of their ancestors?
What kind of life do they live now?
Is it still the same as before... The boy's eyes stayed on the felt bag on the distant hillside for a long time...
Maybe it was the curiosity of a teenager... The man who had been silent for a long time said 'her'...
The boys in junior high school are very active, especially when the Mongolian class and the Chinese class are too close...the differences in ethnic groups, the differences in customs, and the language...it seems to be more difficult to communicate that the Han nationality men like to use fists...but men sometimes don't understand why they have to add a mouth...as for mouths, what impressed men the most is that when they were in elementary school, the boys and girls in the Chinese class would stand in a row after school, and shout in unison at the children in the Mongolian class who also came out of school...Mongolian eggs!Mongolian eggs...(It seems that from ancient times to the present, the general term for the northern ethnic groups is...tarzi, but children...tarzi? They are lazy to control what they are, and they can speak casually when they scold... Besides, the pronunciation is almost the same?
Faced with this situation, the famous saying of the principal at that time, Nima Dorji was... You are Mongolian, why are you doing the eggs?
(Please use Mongolian Chinese, similar to speaking Chinese in Russian) However, Principal Nima’s classic is not just that… He, who was already the principal of the middle school at that time, picked up the phone and asked: May I ask you... Principal Nima replied: I am Nima (Please read Mongolian Chinese). The other party was furious and said angrily: Fuck!
I am your dad!
After that, Principal Ni was stunned and murmured to himself... I'm obviously damn, how could you... And the other party had already broken the microphone at this time...
Mongolian men... They don't talk much, come!
It is my dignity to throw you to the ground!
As a result...under the other party's specialty, the Han men fell to the ground quickly in the unique cheers of Mongolians... And the Han teenager who was still saying in his heart stood up suddenly and punched without a head... The Mongolian teenager with blood on the corner of his mouth was full of grief and indignation... The Han teenager who patted the dust on his body proudly raised his fist...
Hundreds of years?
Perhaps it was even longer... the Mongolians had an unwritten rule, the contest between men outside of life and death... One side fell to the ground, the winner was decided, and everything today ended here!
The winner will no longer chase, the loser will wait for the next year...
The bloody gaze of the Mongolian boy trembled and the man watching was shocked... So he and the group of teenagers agreed that we will be here tomorrow!
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