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The ancient and barbaric land beyond the Great Wall is indeed as magnanimous and heroic as the legends.One side of mountains and rivers nurtures one side of people. The bold and open-minded character of this place, together with the wilderness, is imprinted into blood and milk under the howling of the north wind, becoming the most vivid imprint.

We almost traversed Inner Mongolia, passing through the rolling plains of mountains.From grassland to Gobi to desert.On the Yinshan Mountains, there are still unmelted snow in some places.It is said that Inner Mongolia is the hometown of grasslands, but in fact it is not endlessly flat.The mountains here are not high, but the momentum is not small, stretching away to obstruct the view from afar.Along the road, there is wildness and withered grass.

It’s great that the land is sparsely populated, without the helplessness of long traffic queues, without the crampedness of high-rise buildings, and the indomitable "rampage". Even if I am not driving, I can still feel refreshed from the scenery outside the car window.If it weren't for the speed limit, Yan Jianshan and Cheng Yun would definitely drive the car into the air.

Inner Mongolia is really big. Starting from Beijing, take the G7 highway, Yan Jianshan and Cheng Yun take turns to drive, plus rest at the halfway service station, refueling and eating, we drove for two days to reach Alxa League.Maybe the jurisdiction of some league cities here is bigger than some provinces...

When we arrived at the border of the Alxa League, the barren sand spread out in front of our eyes, gray and yellow, withered, desolate, and magnificent.

The boss is right, it's really cold here.

The wind at the end of March is like a knife, carrying the unwillingness of the cold winter, roaring between the heaven and the earth.When blowing on the face, it hurts.The thickened windproof jacket can't completely block the manic chill.

Looking at the warm sunset in the sky of the small town, I feel annoyed in my heart, I made a mistake, I should have listened to the boss if I knew it earlier, come back in summer.But I've come here, so I can't go back.

Sure enough, the most unreliable decision was made on the spur of the moment.

Qingming huddled in my backpack, as quiet as if it didn't exist.

I think this cat is probably really mature.

The windows of the off-road vehicle, which were still as clear as a mirror at the time of departure, were covered by thick yellow dust.When the car door was closed, the fine dust was shaken off and blended into the plateau made of loess.

Badain Jaran, here we come.

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Stay in Badain Jaran Town at night, after traveling for so long, you should treat yourself to a meal.

Yiyi and I looked at the buildings with ethnic characteristics in the town with novelty, and looked at the billboards that combined Mongolian and Chinese all over the street, and I felt a strong sense of disobedience.

In my impression, Inner Mongolia is vast and wild, with cows and sheep leisurely in grassland yurts!What about the man with the horse in the lyrics?What about the melodious matouqin long-tune Hada on TV?

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Yan Jianshan is right, solidified thinking is not a good thing, it affects my judgment as an independent woman in the new era of the 21st century, I feel like I am mentally retarded at the moment.

I turned my head to look at Yiyi, and found that she also had a thoughtful expression, and finally felt relieved: Maybe she is as confused as I am.A sense of satisfaction wells up in my heart, no matter how stupid or crazy, there is finally someone who will accompany you all the time, whether it’s funny to cry or laugh, just catch the tail of youth and go crazy again.It seems like this, we are back to the carefree student days, it seems that we have not grown up yet.

Everything is beautiful in memory.

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Cheng Yun contacted a local friend whom he knew somewhere, and got us a pure grass sheep.It is said that this kind of sheep eats a few meals of feed in winter, and is completely free to run in other seasons.Eat the most natural grass and drink the cleanest spring.

I don't know if it's really grass sheep, but the taste of mutton is really good.Hand-carried meat, roasted lamb, boiled lamb, stewed meat... After all kinds of tricks, we ate all the dishes and bowls until there was no soup left.

The taste of the meat is really fresh and tender, without any fishy smell.

The skin of the barbecue was browned, and the fat flowed from the hot lamb and fell onto the tin foil with a hissing sound.

There is no foam in the shabu-shabu, and the soup base is delicious after shabu-shabu.

The vermicelli is said to be made by the owner of the restaurant himself. It is stewed with meat and is a little sticky.The special taste brings warmth to my whole body, and I appreciate the warmth of hospitality here.

The locally produced potatoes are also fine noodles. After eating it, the aftertaste is endless, and I actually have a sense of happiness.

There are also soft cheese, golden and crispy fried rice, mellow milk wine...

Qingming gnawed on the cat food we prepared for it, with resentful eyes, no matter how much he teased him, he couldn't be happy.It turns out that it is also a foodie.I guess if it could talk, what it would say would be: Shit shoveler, you go out to eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and leave labor and management alone to eat bran and swallow vegetables. I don’t want to lose face?

Yiyi and I were hiccupping while sitting on the bed in the hotel. We looked at each other, and we could read from each other's eyes the struggle of wanting to cry without tears.

This meal, how much fat do we have to gain, but it is rare to go out once, how can we say that we are here to travel if we don’t eat a meal of local specialties?

The food here is delicious, the fat is really big, and the vegetables are very few.Fortunately, I only come here to eat once or twice occasionally, otherwise the two of us would stand on the scale, and the pointer would probably explode.

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I fell asleep with Qingming in my arms, and it was a dream again at night. It was still the familiar square, and it started to rain.He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the non-existent gray sky, with resentful eyes...

I waved at him across the road, but he turned his head and didn't know if he really didn't see me.

A pickup truck drives down the empty street, blocking my view.After the pickup truck drove by, he was gone.

I yelled his name anxiously, the echo hovered in this deserted place, but I couldn't find him no matter what.I cried out sadly, and the dream came to an abrupt end.

The moment I woke up, I saw a pair of dark green eyes, which scared me half to death.The owner of those eyes meowed and I realized it was Qingming.I stroked Qingming's hair, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

I got out of bed and found Valium from my backpack, and swallowed two tablets.

I took out the electronic clock and looked at the numbers reflected from the mirror by the blue cold light with a sense of technology:

2018/3/23

01:08

What a coincidence.