It's June, hundreds of miles away in Dunhuang, 35 degrees outside. It's already sweaty, but it's still cool in northern Jiangsu at an altitude of 2000 meters.
It seems that looking up at the snow-capped mountains can cool the brain a little. The air here is clean, the sky is blue and there are few people. Pay attention. Even on the expressway, there are few cars coming and going.
There is no industrial pollution in northern Jiangsu. On the land of 70,000 square kilometers, the population is only 1.2 million. Animals and plants get rest and health, and they thrive year after year with the seasons.
Wild flowers are in full bloom.
Near the road, there are golden flowers in full bloom, which are attracted first. I recognize it. It has no leaves, it is so pure yellow and there is no noise.
I squatted in front of it and enjoyed it for a long time. Then, I carefully uprooted one and wanted to take it home.
Last autumn, I went to the West Lake to see Populus euphratica, and I also got one by the roadside. When I got it back, I put it on the windowsill of the small study to write or read. It kept its original golden color and gave me another understanding of maturity.
I want to get a new one this year, from the grassland to my room.
There is also a small flower, which is lavender with a little snow, with lush leaves and dense flowers. One is a big bonsai, elegant, complicated and well-organized, with flowers and leaves in close contact. Let me stand in front of it and pay attention to it.
There is also a kind with big leaves and dark red flowers. Only under the impact of rain and snow, the roots are half exposed, and they are still humble and open, as if they have never been hurt.
The flowers on the grassland, just like this, are fragrant everywhere, enjoying the sun and the moon with heaven and earth.
Without peony, the country is beautiful, roses have profound meanings, and there is no clean lotus. Begonia is in full swing.
Flowers on the grassland cherish and love themselves. They are noble in character and face the blue sky and the earth day after day. As long as there is a chance, they must try to live high.
Please forgive my ignorance. Up to now, I don't know the names of all the flowers. I was just wandering around. On this evergreen grassland, where Mongolians have lived for generations, you are so beautiful and ordinary, just like most of us.
I have loved flowers since I was a child, and I have come to the endless grassland to enjoy and experience without any distractions. The snow-capped mountains are holy and tall, overlooking, and ants move.
This kindness, this love, can't be fully expressed in my language.
Come to northern Jiangsu, the battlefield of Mongols, and experience what is eternity and what is the end of time.
People who grew up in the northwest have an innate automobile spirit in their bones. They like to be frank and brave, and can't explain whether they are shaped by sand or flesh and blood.
Hard stones, soft flowers, Xia Feng through, sunny.
Sanmao said: I like all flowers.
Yes, when I see flowers, I don't think anyone will ignore them. Especially the flowers blooming on the beautiful prairie, people can't put it down.
Friend, if you are in a bad mood, if you are sick, if you are tired from work, coming to the grassland to see the beautiful flowers and snow-capped mountains will definitely make you replenish your strength and start again.