1958. That was the first time Ji Bai went to Nanshan to spend the summer. That summer left a deep impression on Ji Bai. Maybe it was because he was successfully admitted to middle school. The school just organized a half-month camp in Nanshan. His father probably wanted to reward him and let him participate. There are not many children, mainly a group of young cadres, men and women, who eat and drink, carefree and happy.

The tent is set up. The picnic was also lit and smoked.

The quiet Nanshan Chrysanthemum Terrace resounded with the sound of the accordion and happy singing, "It's the wind from the field that moved our hearts..." The chrysanthemum terrace is full of wild chrysanthemums, the pine forests are black and green, and the sky is as blue as ever The sapphire washed with water, the earth is like the plump belly of the elastic goddess, scattered with cattle, sheep and horses, they bow their heads to graze, as if devout believers worship the goddess in a few steps... In the distance The snow caps on top of the mountains shone silver in the summer sun. Nearby, the stream formed by the melting of the snow has become a river, flooding from the beach covered with all kinds of white, yellow, maroon, and light gray pebbles. The water is clear and the steps are brisk.

Ji Bai didn't care to appreciate these, he greeted a few friends and was playing football on a flat grassy beach. He played football well. When he was in elementary school, he used to be the right winger of the school team. He played all the surrounding elementary schools without a defeat.

He was kicking and playing when he looked up and saw a group of local Kazakh children watching. They may not have seen football before, so they seemed curious, and Ji Bo invited them to come and play together.

After playing for a while, some of the older boys quit and seemed unhappy.

"Why don't you play?" Ji Bai asked.

"We can't kick this thing. But do you dare to wrestle with us?"

"What's so great about wrestling," Ji Bo said without thinking, pointing to one of the older teenagers, "If you fall, you will fall, and you will win two out of three."

Ji's brothers wrestling without a teacher, with few defeats. When they start a contest, there is almost no suspense, three to zero. Just as he was about to withdraw his troops and return to the camp, the Kazakh boy suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him, "I want to make friends with you, can I?"

"Of course." Ji Bai was very happy.

Since then, this Kazakh boy named Helili has come to him every morning at dawn, and together they went to the grassy beach behind the mountain to look for his horse. The horses stumbled and were put on the grassy beach, and they hopped like lame men looking for grass to eat, and couldn't go very far. It was Heilili's job to find the horse in the morning. He put on a few forks and called Ji Bai to go.

Sure enough, there were four horses behind the mountain. Heilili showed his ability at this time. He grabbed the horse, put a fork on the horse, and put the reins of a blue-gray horse into Ji Bai's hands, "Go up!"

Ji Bai looked at this bare-backed horse, whose back was so high, wet with the night dew, he couldn't get up.

"That's it." Heli Li led his horse down a slope, and he jumped off the slope and mounted it.

Ji Bo looked at it, learned his method, and got on the horse. It was his first time on horseback, and he was very excited. Heilili rode one horse and held two in his hand, walking in front. Ji Bai followed behind on a blue-grey horse. Along the way, Heilili kept showing him how to ride a horse.

When he arrived at the yurt of Heilili's house, he tied the horse, greeted Ji Bo to come home together, and introduced Ji Bo to his parents. After the milk tea was cooked, Ji Bai drank a few bowls and went back.

It was like this every morning, and after about a week, Ji Bai's riding skills were very good. After unblocking the horse and putting on the fork, he was able to keep pace with Heli Li, galloping on the narrow mountain road, chasing each other. That was when Ji Bo was happiest, and from then on, he fell in love with horses and was deeply infatuated with them. He wanted to live like Heilili and didn't want to go to school. How good is it to let a horse go on a horse, it's boring to go to school.

Then one day, he and Heilili were riding horses on the mountain road when he heard someone shouting at him from a distance: "Come down! You kid, don't die!"

He glanced at him from the back of the horse. He was a small man in a yellow woolen uniform and had an old Jiangxi accent. He was the old Red Army chief who lived next door. He waved at the old Red Army, ignored it, knocked on the horse's belly, galloped away, and disappeared after a while.

After returning home from the camp, Ji Bo knew that the old Red Army had sued him. When my father talked about horseback riding, he didn't make a fuss. His father followed the old Red Army's tone and said, "You are all a Russian son, you are too daring! Ride on a horse and run like crazy, what would you do if you fell from such a high mountain! "

"I can't fall off," Ji Bo said, "I learned to ride a horse." He also told his father about his relationship with the Kazakh child Heili.

The father didn't mean to blame him, as if he thought it was normal, "My son, it must be like this."

But in retrospect, Ji Bo wondered how he and Heilili communicated at that time? He didn't understand Kazakh, and Helili didn't speak a word of Chinese. They got along well and understood each other. A look, some expressions, actions, in a specific environment, I understand it and never go wrong. The heart of a young man is pure and pure, like a clear lake, reflecting each other with the clear sky, which is clear at a glance. Even language seems superfluous.

1958. That was the first time Ji Bai went to Nanshan to spend the summer. That summer left a deep impression on Ji Bai. Maybe it was because he was successfully admitted to middle school. The school just organized a half-month camp in Nanshan. His father probably wanted to reward him and let him participate. There are not many children, mainly a group of young cadres, men and women, who eat and drink, carefree and happy.

The tent is set up. The picnic was also lit and smoked.

The quiet Nanshan Chrysanthemum Terrace resounded with the sound of the accordion and happy singing, "It's the wind from the field that moved our hearts..." The chrysanthemum terrace is full of wild chrysanthemums, the pine forests are black and green, and the sky is as blue as ever The sapphire washed with water, the earth is like the plump belly of the elastic goddess, scattered with cattle, sheep and horses, they bow their heads to graze, as if devout believers worship the goddess in a few steps... In the distance The snow caps on top of the mountains shone silver in the summer sun. Nearby, the stream formed by the melting of the snow has become a river, flooding from the beach covered with all kinds of white, yellow, maroon, and light gray pebbles. The water is clear and the steps are brisk.

Ji Bai didn't care to appreciate these, he greeted a few friends and was playing football on a flat grassy beach. He played football well. When he was in elementary school, he used to be the right winger of the school team. He played all the surrounding elementary schools without a defeat.

He was kicking and playing when he looked up and saw a group of local Kazakh children watching. They may not have seen football before, so they seemed curious, and Ji Bo invited them to come and play together.

After playing for a while, some of the older boys quit and seemed unhappy.

"Why don't you play?" Ji Bai asked.

"We can't kick this thing. But do you dare to wrestle with us?"

"What's so great about wrestling," Ji Bo said without thinking, pointing to one of the older teenagers, "If you fall, you will fall, and you will win two out of three."

Ji's brothers wrestling without a teacher, with few defeats. When they start a contest, there is almost no suspense, three to zero. Just as he was about to withdraw his troops and return to the camp, the Kazakh boy suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him, "I want to make friends with you, can I?"

"Of course." Ji Bai was very happy.

Since then, this Kazakh boy named Helili has come to him every morning at dawn, and together they went to the grassy beach behind the mountain to look for his horse. The horses stumbled and were put on the grassy beach, and they hopped like lame men looking for grass to eat, and couldn't go very far. It was Heilili's job to find the horse in the morning. He put on a few forks and called Ji Bai to go.

Sure enough, there were four horses behind the mountain. Heilili showed his ability at this time. He grabbed the horse, put a fork on the horse, and put the reins of a blue-gray horse into Ji Bai's hands, "Go up!"

Ji Bai looked at this bare-backed horse, whose back was so high, wet with the night dew, he couldn't get up.

"That's it." Heli Li led his horse down a slope, and he jumped off the slope and mounted it.

Ji Bo looked at it, learned his method, and got on the horse. It was his first time on horseback, and he was very excited. Heilili rode one horse and held two in his hand, walking in front. Ji Bai followed behind on a blue-grey horse. Along the way, Heilili kept showing him how to ride a horse.

When he arrived at the yurt of Heilili's house, he tied the horse, greeted Ji Bo to come home together, and introduced Ji Bo to his parents. After the milk tea was cooked, Ji Bai drank a few bowls and went back.

It was like this every morning, and after about a week, Ji Bai's riding skills were very good. After unblocking the horse and putting on the fork, he was able to keep pace with Heli Li, galloping on the narrow mountain road, chasing each other. That was when Ji Bo was happiest, and from then on, he fell in love with horses and was deeply infatuated with them. He wanted to live like Heilili and didn't want to go to school. How good is it to let a horse go on a horse, it's boring to go to school.

Then one day, he and Heilili were riding horses on the mountain road when he heard someone shouting at him from a distance: "Come down! You kid, don't die!"

He glanced at him from the back of the horse. He was a small man in a yellow woolen uniform and had an old Jiangxi accent. He was the old Red Army chief who lived next door. He waved at the old Red Army, ignored it, knocked on the horse's belly, galloped away, and disappeared after a while.

After returning home from the camp, Ji Bo knew that the old Red Army had sued him. When my father talked about horseback riding, he didn't make a fuss. His father followed the old Red Army's tone and said, "You are all a Russian son, you are too daring! Ride on a horse and run like crazy, what would you do if you fell from such a high mountain! "

"I can't fall off," Ji Bo said, "I learned to ride a horse." He also told his father about his relationship with the Kazakh child Heili.

The father didn't mean to blame him, as if he thought it was normal, "My son, it must be like this."

But in retrospect, Ji Bo wondered how he and Heilili communicated at that time? He didn't understand Kazakh, and Helili didn't speak a word of Chinese. They got along well and understood each other. A look, some expressions, actions, in a specific environment, I understand it and never go wrong. The heart of a young man is pure and pure, like a clear lake, reflecting each other with the clear sky, which is clear at a glance. Even language seems superfluous.