After looking at the grassland these days, it is a lie to say that there is no visual fatigue.
?Nalatixia Ranch is full of wild flowers, springs, streams and shoals. It is said that the alpine cold-water fish there are extremely delicious.
But after watching for a long time, that's it.
Until, step on the horseback.
When it comes to getting on a horse, most of the people around are climbing up or being lifted up by the guide.
? When it was my turn, I got on the horse without any hesitation. The two Kazakh guides looked at each other in surprise and praised me for a long time.
Except for a short ride in Yunnan before, this is the second time. There was some indescribable sense of familiarity in it, and Xiaozi proudly swept across the crowd around him.
"I was a sheep herder in my previous life, and I've been so loud" Someone said quietly.
The guide rode another horse, alongside me. All the way up the pasture, sometimes there are horses, cattle and sheep passing by leisurely. The pony and the calf don't walk obediently, they just jump out of the way. The shepherd dog has a serious expression, following the shepherd to drive the flock.
?The higher you go, the wider your field of vision, and the grassland spreads out like a huge carpet. The eagle above the head hovered endlessly, occasionally swooping down, and its spread wings left a startling figure on the grassland.
Halfway up, the cold spring is rushing, passing through the snowy spruces. Beside the spring, the drinking cows, sheep and horses call out from time to time, as if chatting.
Going up further, the steeper the slope, the steeper the chill in the wind, you can already see the glacier at the top of the mountain, silvery white and transparent, still retaining the water patterns that flowed before.
If you want to touch the glacier, you need to dismount and walk for a while. My horse has a nice name, Xia Hebeike. When I got off the horse, it turned its head, bumped against me, and then went to eat grass with its head down.
It is not easy to walk up, the grass is deep and the slope is steep, and there are all kinds of unknown wild flowers in the middle of the grass, which is so unreal.
Speaking of unreality, the mountains and rivers here often give me such a feeling. It's so beautiful that words can't describe it, but I often feel that these things in front of me really exist? This has never been done elsewhere.
There are not many remaining parts of the glacier, such a piece, like a pure white Xia, covers the junction of the two mountains.
Last year's winter's thick snow, only a few thoughts remained.
The edge of the glacier was melting bit by bit. After touching it with my hands for a while, the chill penetrated into my bones.
The road down the mountain is not easy to ride on horseback, the slope is too steep, and there is always the feeling of being thrown off the horse. The guide was busy on the phone all the way, leaving me alone to follow behind and hold the reins.
I couldn't help screaming a few times, and a horse following behind suddenly walked up to me, stretched out its head and touched my leg, and then pushed its mouth against my tense foot.
I immediately realized that it was comforting me, and it didn't leave. It walked side by side with my Schiabeck, as if it meant to accompany me, until we returned to the pasture where we started.
After getting off the horse, all the previous high-reflexes have disappeared, except for the feeling that the legs are not my own, other things can't be better. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com