Below the Sacred Mountains - Prose by Feng Qiuzi

Author: Feng Qiuzi
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Publish Date: 2006-12-01
Features: In the memories of Hunyuan, many times it is to think and sing Mongolian songs. Wherever you are, you miss Inner Mongolia. Thinking of Inner Mongolia, there is a long-lasting sound in your heart. What heaven has bestowed upon that land—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 where cultivated land yields little fruit. They are swept by the dry northern wind, seeing the footprints of the past being washed away by sand and stones, gradually weighing the eternal wilderness, profound, and unfathomable. Under the silent, dark blue night sky, the ancient underground, echoes from the gaps between grasslands and cultivated fields. Those submerged flavors of sacrifices, with the truth floating from the sea of blood, sweep past every blade of grass with the northwest wind, reaching the hearts. That is the sound of the grassland.