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Chapter 322 The Song of the Plateau.

"Find some cartoons for my daughter to watch."

The wife gave an order and went to the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks.

Ah Cheng turned on the TV and looked for the animation she liked to watch for her daughter.

When transferred to the cartoon that my daughter likes to watch.

The well-behaved daughter muttered something.

"I've seen it all here."

Hearing this, Ah Cheng started looking for other animations for his daughter to watch.

Huh?
This picture is so beautiful, what kind of film is this.

Ah Cheng looked at the pictures on the TV, not only a little curious.

I saw three small words written in the lower left corner of the TV.

"The Third Pole".

Looking down at her daughter, she thought that her daughter would not be interested in this kind of stuff.

But when Ah Cheng found that his daughter was also engrossed in watching, he put down the remote control.

Holding her daughter began to look up.

"Compared to the Antarctic and the North Pole, the third pole has richer colors. The continuous mountains, towering snow-capped mountains, and calm lakes decorate the beautiful plateaus. In the intermountain basins and gentle slopes, there are large vast grasslands. There are countless herdsmen. sing there, their colorful and loveliest homeland."

The magnetic narration sound appears in the lens along with the constantly jumping pictures.

It is different from the towering and barren Tibetan plateau in Ah Cheng's traditional impression.

The Tibetan plateau in the lens has verdant grasslands and sparkling lakes.

The snow-capped mountains and Tibetan clothes complement each other, just like the original Garden of Eden.

The episode title appears at the end of the screen.

Song of the Highlands.

In addition to green, the vast grassland has some other colors.

All kinds of tents are set up here, as if they have been agreed.

People from all over the world continue to start from here.

The annual horse racing festival is the most important festival for herdsmen.

A few days in advance, people gathered from all directions.

Set up your tent and get ready to party.

Two tent areas quickly formed, one for the carnival and the other for the competition.

Compared with those who participated in the carnival, the horse racing area obviously had a lot more sounds of horseshoes treading on the dirt.

The horse is led to the river, and the owner lets the horse walk into the river. This is an ancient way of taming horses on the grassland.

It is said that the cold water of the river can regulate the Qi of the horses.

The owner will decide how long the horse will be in the river according to the shape of the horse running just now.

Tsering came again with his old horse.

The young son Dorje followed closely behind, quietly observing.

The two were wearing Tibetan clothes, and they looked very ordinary standing in the crowd.

Tsering knew that his son loved horses, and loved him even more as an old horse.

There is no one who comes to the horse racing festival who does not know this rare horse.

The 12-year-old Xizi has already won 5 championships.

Once the horseshoe was injured in the game, but still won the first place.

Every day, Dorje braids a new tail for Xizi's ponytail.

Everyone can see that Xizi's greatest wish is to ride Xizi to win the championship.

Most of the riders in the horse racing festival are children aged 7 to 10.

They have an advantage in weight, but to get a good place, they must also have superb riding skills.

In the camera, Duoji is driving a pony galloping on the grassland.

With hair fluttering in the wind, he looked handsome and handsome.

Ah Cheng felt a little envious.

Every boy has fantasies about riding a horse as a teenager.

Inadvertently, the girl he likes appears on a white horse.

That look is pretentious and handsome!
But in the end they were all suppressed in the classroom by the heavy homework.

"(Tibetan) Father, can I ride a horse for the race tomorrow?"

Dorje looked at his father.

Tsering sighed.

"(Tibetan) Your movements are not standard. You can ride an ordinary horse, but you may not be able to ride the best horse. You are not as good as your brother, who has been a rider since he was 6 years old."

Tsering knew he had to make his son realize the reality.

After hearing what his father said, Dorje buried his head in the wide sleeves of his Tibetan clothes and began to sob softly.

It's raining.

Nobody stopped the horses because the race was imminent.

Dorje looked at the hordes of horses with envy in his eyes.

At night, tall torches are lit.

The horse racing festival has begun.

The 7-day carnival is about to start.

People sang and danced around the fire in their most beautiful clothes.

The non-uniform dance steps also appear to be very harmonious when they dance.

On the other side of the tent area, it was extremely quiet.

Those who were preparing for the horse race tomorrow rested early.

Save your energy for tomorrow's game.

Inside the tent, Tsering was still telling Dorje.

"(Tibetan) We must love horses. On the grasslands, horses and people are equal."

"(Tibetan) Dad, can our horse get No.1 tomorrow?"

Dorje asked.

Father smiled.

"(Tibetan) This is not necessarily the case. More than 200 horses run together, which is very rare."

Early the next morning, another little boy who looked 7% similar to Dorje came over.

He is Dorji's younger brother, Yingji.

It is also the rider who participated in the competition this time.

Relatives all said that Yingji was very talented in horseback riding.

When the competition was approaching, the father suddenly decided to let the younger brother ride the family's new horse to participate in the competition.

Give Xizi to the children of relatives.

Duoji was unable to participate in the competition, but he still led Xizi to the competition site.

With an order, more than 200 horses rushed out.

Horses of different colors and Tibetan clothes of different colors form a beautiful landscape on the grassland.

At the end of the game, Duoji rushed out immediately.

Come to the side of your beloved Xizi.

Xizi ran No.5 this time.

Many viewers put their hada on Xizi and Duoji.

The younger brother Yingji who was not far away rode a new horse and did not win the ranking.

Looking at the picture, Duoji is in the crowd, and the joy of rushing to Xizi's side for the first time.

Ah Cheng seems to have seen the appearance when he met his favorite toy when he was a child.

Teenager's love is always the purest.

Do not participate in the slightest interest.

The same is true for Dorje, the love for Xizi is clean in Dorje's eyes.

The horse racing festival was over, and people packed their things and left here one after another.

Tsering's tent was also dismantled.

Sitting on the grassland, Tsering stroked the heads of his two sons.

He knew that the two sons had grown up a little after today.

There is also a festival on the plateau.

Sagdawa festival.

People will come from all directions to get close to a mysterious prayer flag post.

This pillar is 29 meters high and weighs 2.3 tons.

Wrapped by yak leather five-color prayer flags.

Tens of thousands of people sat quietly in the square of the temple.

Piously waiting for the horizontal prayer flags to be erected.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the monks in red costumes erected the pillars of prayer flags high.

At this time, everyone rushed to the side to move a stone.

Do your part to stabilize the prayer flags.

Resting your forehead on a prayer flag seems to be a way of praying.

Everyone should end their journey in such a way after praying.

Prayer pillars?
A Cheng was a little curious.

He had never heard of such a festival.

Also attracted by this form of prayer.

Maybe sometime I can go and see it.

Ah Cheng couldn't help but think in his heart.

He looked down at his daughter.

But found that her daughter did not know when she fell asleep.

Ah Cheng smiled, and shrank his daughter's hand tightly.

The altitude is about 5000 meters, which is almost the limit of human survival.

People in Dui Village have lived on this pasture at an altitude of 5000 meters for generations.

More than a thousand sheep set off in the cold wind to find forage in farther places.

In winter, the forage here is very limited.

The pikas by the lake are also worried. They usually only graze near the cave, but today they have to go farther.

pika?

Ah Cheng was taken aback.

Looking at the picture, there are round, fluffy little figures.

But the facial features have round eyes like this mouse.

Brown-yellow hair, but palm-sized volume, looks very cute.

"It's really like a combination of a mouse and a rabbit."

Ah Cheng seemed to have discovered a new continent.

It didn't wait for Ah Cheng to recover from the new species of pika.

Attracted by another natural enemy of the pika.

Tibetan fox.

The fox in the picture has the body of a fox and an emo face.

I'm unhappy, don't bother me, written all over my face, looking very peaceful.

It looked funny and dumbfounded.

"Hahahahahaha, what is this? Barbie is Q!"

Ah Cheng patted his thigh and laughed.

There are only two small islands in the middle of the lake in the Mozuo area that have complete forage.

Forage is complete into pieces.

Shepherds await the most important time of the year.

In the coldest time of the year, the bottom of the lake is still green.

But the surface is already frozen.

At five o'clock in the morning, people began to collect ashes formed from cow dung.

These ashes are very important.

It can prevent sheep's hooves from slipping.

At this point many ewes are pregnant.

A path of ashes leads to the island.

After a year of grazing, there is very little pasture left in other places.

Get on the road before dawn, because there will be strong winds blowing on the lake near noon.

The long flock of sheep on the lake formed a long line on the white ice.

Before the Tibetan New Year, it is the responsibility of every man in Dui Village to take turns taking care of the sheep on the island.

Grasslands were not always so flat.

Among the rolling hills, there are always prominent rocky mountains.

There is a kind of sacred bird on the grassland hidden in these mountains.

vulture!

Ok? !

A Cheng was a little surprised.

In his impression, birds like vultures only exist in relatively barren places like Feizhou.

Unexpectedly, there are also in the Tibetan plateau.

Huge vultures hovered high in the sky, making many animals fearful and afraid to take the lead.

But at this moment, an unexpected visitor came up the cliff.

Yugu, who is in his fifties, is looking for an important thing on the cliff.

Yugu had heart surgery the year before last.

Last year he was nearly blind again in his left eye.

He was in a hurry, because he hadn't had time to pass on his most precious craftsmanship.

Yugu took out a small flute.

Under Yugu's performance, the flute makes a sound that is different from ordinary flutes.

A piece of music similar to the crowing of an eagle was played.

Distinctive.

Eagle flute is a flute made from eagle wing bones.

It has a history of thousands of years, and people living in the grasslands play it.

Used to dispel the loneliness when grazing.

Eagle flute? !
Ah Cheng became interested.

Squinting his eyes, he carefully looked at the flute that was poked away by Yugu in the picture.

At this moment, the small and exquisite flute gradually formed an impression in Ah Cheng's eyes.

The variety of forms and cultures on the grasslands really opened Ah Cheng's eyes today.

Two daughters are going to college, but he has only one eagle flute.

Yugu is determined to make another eagle flute.

Yugu asked many people on the grassland, if you see a dead eagle, please tell him.

In the vast grassland, the possibility of finding eagle bones is very slim.

"(Tibetan) Although my eyesight is bad, I never thought of giving up. I want to pass it on."

Facing the camera, Yugu said with a smile.

Just when Yugu was almost desperate, a miracle happened.

A family he got rid of found a piece of eagle bone while grazing on the mountain.

Yugu happily drove here.

After a careful inspection, the smile on Yugu's face can be seen at a glance.

When he learned that the bones were left by two eagles fighting to death, Yugu also shook his head helplessly.

The eagle bone without heel will always come to the successor of the eagle flute in an incredible way.

Grandpa taught it to Dad, and Dad gave it to Yugu.

Now he can finally complete this continuation.

The two daughters are also very happy, they finally have their own eagle flute.

There was another voice from the grassland.

A legacy was displayed in front of Ah Cheng in this way.

Ah Cheng's blood was boiling with excitement.

I can't wait to go to the Tibetan plateau for field investigation immediately.

As a media person, he is keenly aware that there are too many things to write about.

In the northeast of the Tibetan plateau, a hero on horseback was born.

Gesar.

Legend has it that he helped people eliminate evil people and ghosts.

Teaches the art of working the land.

His biography is the longest epic in the whole world.

It is also an epic that is still being sung and created today.

More than 100 rappers sing praises to King Gesar everywhere.

The screen turned to Lhasa Tibetan University.

Star is a special student at Tibet University.

He is the youngest rap artist of King Gesar and the only college student among them.

In order to fully record his performance, the school started a long recording project.

Come to the prepared recording hall.

Star dressed up and started the performance.

The incomprehensible Tibetan language and accent at this moment have a certain scripture-like mystery.

Although he didn't understand the meaning, it didn't prevent Ah Cheng from listening to this kind of Tibetan rap seriously.

Sometimes he speaks faster, and sometimes he begins to sing.

Each seems to be a system of its own.

One afternoon, Star talked non-stop for four hours.

And Star doesn't feel tired at all, but immerses himself in it, like a spring breeze.

It would take more than 100 hours for Star to finish the biography remembered in his mind.

But that number is still growing.

According to Tibetan tradition, the way Sta became a rapper is called.

oracle.

Every day, Star works with the teachers in the laboratory to sort out the rap content of old artists.

Perhaps many old artists do not know how to read and write.

But it can be said that there are more than 100 biography of King Gesar.

This is a song rooted on the plateau.

The ancient heritage and the modern atmosphere intersect in the endless singing.

The song of the plateau praises the entire Tibetan plateau.

The culture of the entire Tibetan area has entered thousands of households through modern technology.

Ah Cheng, who is thousands of miles away, was deeply attracted.

Accompanied by singing.

Song of the Highlands is over.

　Have you eaten yet?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)