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Holding her daughter began to look up.

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"Compared to the Antarctic and the North Pole, the third pole has richer colors. The continuous mountains, towering snow-capped mountains, and calm lakes decorate the beautiful plateaus. In the intermountain basins and gentle slopes, there are large vast grasslands. There are countless herdsmen. sing there, their colorful and loveliest homeland."

The magnetic narration sound appears in the lens along with the constantly jumping pictures.

It is different from the towering and barren Tibetan plateau in Ah Cheng's traditional impression.

The Tibetan plateau in the lens has verdant grasslands and sparkling lakes.

The snow-capped mountains and Tibetan clothes complement each other, just like the original Garden of Eden.

The episode title appears at the end of the screen.

Song of the Highlands.

In addition to green, the vast grassland has some other colors.

All kinds of tents are set up here, as if they have been agreed.

People from all over the world continue to start from here.

The annual horse racing festival is the most important festival for herdsmen.

A few days in advance, people gathered from all directions.

Set up your tent and get ready to party.

Two tent areas quickly formed, one for the carnival and the other for the competition.

Compared with those who participated in the carnival, the horse racing area obviously had a lot more sounds of horseshoes treading on the dirt.

The horse is led to the river, and the owner lets the horse walk into the river. This is an ancient way of taming horses on the grassland.

It is said that the cold water of the river can regulate the Qi of the horses.

The owner will decide how long the horse will be in the river according to the shape of the horse running just now.

Tsering came again with his old horse.

The young son Dorje followed closely behind, quietly observing.

The two were wearing Tibetan clothes, and they looked very ordinary standing in the crowd.

Tsering knew that his son loved horses, and he loved his old horse even more.

There is no one who comes to the horse racing festival who does not know this rare horse.

The 12-year-old Xizi has already won 5 championships.

Once the horseshoe was injured in the game, but still won the first place.

Every day, Dorje braids a new tail for Xizi's ponytail.

Everyone can see that Xizi's greatest wish is to ride Xizi to win the championship.

Most of the riders in the horse racing festival are children aged 7 to 10.

They have a weight advantage, but to get a good ranking, riding skills must also be superb.

In the camera, Duoji is driving a pony galloping on the grassland.

With hair fluttering in the wind, he looked handsome and handsome.

Ah Cheng felt a little envious.

Every boy has fantasies about riding a horse as a teenager.

Inadvertently, the girl he likes appears on a white horse.

That look is pretentious and handsome!

But in the end they were all suppressed in the classroom by the heavy homework.

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"(Tibetan) Father, can I ride a horse for the race tomorrow?"

Dorje looked at his father.

Tsering sighed.

"(Tibetan) Your movements are not standard. You can ride an ordinary horse, but you may not be able to ride the best horse. You are not as good as your brother. He has been a rider since he was 6 years old."

Tsering knew he had to make his son realize the reality.

After hearing what his father said, Dorje buried his head in the wide sleeves of his Tibetan clothes and began to sob softly.

It's raining.

Nobody stopped the horses because the race was imminent.

Dorje looked at the hordes of horses with envy in his eyes.

At night, tall torches are lit.

The horse racing festival has begun.

The 7-day carnival is about to start.

People sang and danced around the fire in their most beautiful clothes.

The non-uniform dance steps also appear to be very harmonious when they dance.

On the other side of the tent area, it was extremely quiet.

Those who were preparing for the horse race tomorrow rested early.

Save your energy for tomorrow's game.

Inside the tent, Tsering was still telling Dorje.

"(Tibetan) We must love horses. On the grasslands, horses and people are equal."

"(Tibetan) Dad, can our horse get No.1 tomorrow?"

Dorje asked.

Father smiled.

"(Tibetan) This is not necessarily the case. More than 200 horses run together, which is very rare."

Early the next morning, another little boy who looked 7% similar to Dorje came over.

He is Dorji's younger brother, Yingji.

It is also the rider who participated in the competition this time.

Relatives all said that Yingji was very talented in horseback riding.

When the competition was approaching, the father suddenly decided to let the younger brother ride the family's new horse to participate in the competition.

Give Xizi to the children of relatives.

Dorje was unable to participate in the competition, but he still led Xizi to the competition site.

With an order, more than 200 horses rushed out.

Horses of different colors and Tibetan clothes of different colors form a beautiful landscape on the grassland.

At the end of the game, Duoji rushed out immediately.

Come to the side of your beloved Xizi.

Xizi ran No.5 this time.

Many viewers put their hada on Xizi and Duoji.

The younger brother Yingji who was not far away rode a new horse and did not win the ranking.

Looking at the screen, Duoji was in the crowd, and he rushed to Xizi's side for the first time.

Ah Cheng seems to have seen the appearance when he met his favorite toy when he was a child.

Teenager's love is always the purest.

Do not participate in the slightest interest.

The same is true for Dorje, his love for Xizi is clean in Dorje's eyes.

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The horse racing festival was over, and people packed their things and left here one after another.

Tsering's tent was also dismantled.

Sitting on the grassland, Tsering stroked the heads of his two sons.

He knew that the two sons had grown up a little after today.

On the plateau, there is a festival.

Sagdawa festival.

People will come from all directions to get close to a mysterious prayer flag post.

This pillar is 29 meters high and weighs 2.3 tons.

Wrapped by yak leather five-color prayer flags.

Tens of thousands of people sat quietly in the square of the temple.

Piously waiting for the horizontal prayer flags to be erected.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the monks in red costumes erected the pillars of prayer flags high.

At this time, everyone rushed to the side to move a stone.

Do your part to stabilize the prayer flags.

Resting your forehead on a prayer flag seems to be a way of praying.

Everyone should end their journey in such a way after praying.

Prayer pillars?

A Cheng was a little curious.

He had never heard of such a festival.

Also attracted by this form of prayer.

Maybe sometime I can go and see it.

Ah Cheng couldn't help but think in his heart.

He looked down at his daughter.

But found that her daughter did not know when she fell asleep.

Ah Cheng smiled, and shrank his daughter's hand tightly.

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The altitude is about 5000 meters, which is almost the limit of human survival.

People in Dui Village have lived on this pasture at an altitude of 5000 meters for generations.

More than a thousand sheep set off in the cold wind to find forage in farther places.

In winter, the forage here is very limited.

The pikas by the lake are also worried. They usually only graze near the cave, but today they have to go farther.

pika?

Ah Cheng was taken aback.

Looking at the picture, there are round, fluffy little figures.

But the facial features have round eyes like this mouse.

Brown hair, but palm-sized volume, looks very cute.

"It's really like a combination of a mouse and a rabbit."

Ah Cheng seemed to have discovered a new continent.