Chapter 200: My Prairie (6)

(6) The place where the soul returns

The first person who asked me to see the grassland after work was Zhang Bing, who had just over three months to celebrate my birthday, and most of them loved to drink, but they knew that I was going to write a manuscript and acquiesced in drinking Sprite instead.

Zhang Bing would blush with a glass of beer and have a thick neck, and everyone couldn't help but say that you must not drink it when they saw him like that! In the end, everyone sang and danced and went crazy, and only a few people could speak clearly.

Zhang Bing said: How can the Mongolians not see the grassland, and when the spring is warm next year, let's go together! Everyone echoed and said to go together.

When I waited for my birthday dinner the next year, he said: If you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future, and you can run around like the original in the spring next year, and you will definitely not die if you haven't seen the grassland, let's go in the summer!

Everyone echoed and said let's go together in summer, the scenery is the best in summer, and everyone lobbied the unit to pay for it, and by the way, we made some landscape documentaries.

In the third year, the leader spoke, if the results of the good manuscript selection are good, the unit will organize it. Kaichun won the first prize in the province, but no one mentioned this stubble. It wasn't until Zhang Bing was in a car accident that he was lying in the hospital, and we could only watch from afar outside the ward, and I thought "I can't die if I haven't seen the grassland", but I didn't expect it to be goodbye.

After that, I was a little sad when I saw the lawn, and I didn't dare to think about the northern grassland anymore. Life is so fragile, and not dying is just a lifetime of living in a terrible nightmare, and the grave of the unexpected death is soon inaccessible.

So far, I haven't seen any of the places called grasslands, and all I write about are grasslands that I see on TV. Every time you have to set off, there is bound to be an accident. So much so that I thought that maybe the day I saw the steppe should be in the sound of Dabo's chanting, the ancient ritual that led my dead back to the original fiefdom of my ancestors.

There, I was also the daughter of the god of the sea, Hei Mi Zhima. That grassland turned out to be the ocean, and the seaweed fossils unearthed there still stand on both sides of the Buddha statue in Lama Temple, and no tourist knows that it is a seaweed fossil, and no tour guide will tell tourists that it is from my grassland.

(Chapter 14: My Prairie, March 9-March 14, 2009, A Lan in Beijing)