At the Foot of the Sacred Mountain (Feng Qiuzi's Prose): Feng Qiuzi's Prose

Author: Feng Qiuzi
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Publish Date: 2006-12-01
Features: In the memories of Hunyuan, many times it is like thinking and singing Mongolian songs. Wherever you are, you miss Inner Mongolia. When you think of Inner Mongolia, there are echoes of a long and profound sound in your heart. The gifts bestowed upon that land by heaven—north, south, east, and west, joys and sorrows, almost all are buried underground. Sparse people roam over the ground with or without grass, appearing and disappearing at the edges of villages in the newly cultivated, unproductive, and ineffective places, being swept by the dry northern wind. They see the footprints of the past being washed away by sand and stones, gradually weighing the eternal desolation of the wilderness, its vastness, and its unfathomable depth. Under the silent, dark blue night sky, the ancient beneath the earth echoes from the gaps between the grasslands and the cultivated farmlands. The taste of the ancient sacrifices that sank into the ages, with the true essence rising from the sea of blood, sweeps past every blade of grass with the northwest wind, reaching the hearts. That is the sound of the grassland.