It can often be seen on the grasslands that isolated trees are covered with colorful ribbons, and offerings are placed in front of them. This is a sacred tree, which is equivalent to a key protected plant. The Mongols use cow dung as fuel and never cut down trees. Years are recorded with grass, and a green grass is a year. Farming peoples often devalue water, soil, and grass. Such as bumpkins, rustic, parallel imports, mixed with water, straw bags, grass bandits, and grass. To say that the old cow eats grass and milks it is still belittling the grass. When you pay for the dairy products of the herdsmen, they will be unhappy, thinking that the money is dirty and the milk is clean because it is bought with holy grass. Even cow dung that grazes is considered clean. They often give their hometown a botanical name, such as Hairisu (elm) and Driss (dream grass). Flowers and plants are the most common names of girls. Just call Qiqige (flower), Narisu (pine), Nadema (peony) a few times, and a girl will come to you with a smile. A piece of grass on the prairie is a word, and after tens of millions of years of grinding, they form articles, making the prairie a library with a rich collection of books. A blade of grass on the prairie is a warrior, and the ecosystem they form is an indestructible army, a survivor who has gone through thousands of years of harsh environmental tests, and the last guard to defend the fragile ecological environment. A grass on the prairie is a teacher who tells interesting stories to people. The prairie is the alma mater of many experts and scholars. A blade of grass on the prairie is a friend and relative, and the prairie is an ocean of friendship and a big family of love.
According to historical records, the root of Genghis Khan is the wolf and the white deer who were born under the destiny. Therefore, the wolf totem is widely spread. Herdsmen consider wolves to be tengus. "Wolves walking on the grassland can increase the vigilance of livestock, which is good for health." The annual wolf siege actually serves as a tactical exercise. The wolf is an animal that hates and loves greatly. Wolves share their offspring. Even the children discarded by humans are carefully raised. Mongolians not only learn hunting and fighting from wolves, but also admire the wolf’s spirit of teamwork and caring for young children. . There are no actual orphans or orphans on the grasslands. After World War II, the Mongols adopted both Russian and Japanese orphans. After the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, five thousand North Korean orphans came to the embrace of the grassland. In the 1960s, three thousand Shanghai orphans had grown up on the grasslands. They regard thousands of educated youths as their own children. Mongolians cherish life, and the song sings: "The wind in the sky will never stop. The life of the world is hard to survive. No one has ever drank the sweet spring of longevity. Cherish life and work hard, us!"
Mongolians love and respect birds, and even sparrows are listed as protected animals. It is impossible to say that Genghis Khan bent his bow and shot a big eagle. Legend has it that swallows brought fire to mankind. The Mongols also used eagles to hunt in the past, and released them back to nature in their free time. A Mongolian fainted in the mountains, and an eagle fed him. He came back to persuade the people to stop hunting with eagles. In ancient times, there was a king who sent his son to understand the religion of the south, because Lu Yuan's son turned into an eagle. Mongolians learn from larks to be steadfast, and learn from swan geese to adapt to the environment and nomad in four seasons (dialogue between man and goose). On the distant grassland, there is a poor herdsman whose son has grown up, but no one comes to propose marriage. Later, seven beautiful girls came to the pond to take a bath every day. The young man hid the clothes of a girl, and the girl turned into a swan and flew away. The rest married the young man and gave birth to nine sons who were like gods. The swan mother returned her clothes and flew into the sky. Father and son sprinkle fresh milk into the blue sky. "Our mother is a white swan, our hitching post is a white birch tree, and we are grassland Mongolians." As a result, the Mongolians have the custom of worshiping the swan every year.
When the swan flies over the place where there are people, it calls "Mondai, Mondai!" in the sky, and people respond "Mondai, Mondai!" to greet each other. "Beside every reed, there is friendship, and there is care in every grassland. There are thousands of pairs of birds in love, thousands of bird families, and the lakes on the grasslands are the ocean of birds and the ocean of love. View Birds, come to the prairie. Do you want to hear the most beautiful music? Do you want to see the most beautiful dance? Don’t spend money to go to the opera house. The prairie has a big natural stage, big stars, and the performance of birds is the most exciting. Come to the prairie Go bird watching. Does whooper swan have sexual violence? No, is there a third party involved? No! In order to win the favor of the female bird, the male bird shows off his gorgeous feathers, loud singing voice, graceful dancing posture, and incomparable The perseverance and patience, even after marriage, it is the same as before. What kind of harmonious family do human beings have, model husband, forget it! Come and watch birds on the grassland!"
There is no nation in the world that can achieve all-round environmental protection, and that is the Mongolian nationality. From law to custom, from belief to thinking, from tutoring to publicity, from culture and art to production and life. They have ancient nature reserves, sacred places. There are expressly stipulated protection of animals and sacred trees. Some of what they did hundreds of years ago is more comprehensive, more careful, and more practical than ours now.
Legend has it that two brothers were hunting, and when they caught the 361st gazelle. Seeing that it was an injured ewe that was giving birth, the ewe hugged the lamb desperately and stared straight at the hunter in front of her. He held the nursing lamb tightly in his arms until finally he closed his eyes. The two brothers were stunned by this scene, and knelt on the ground to ask God for forgiveness. They snapped the game, buried the ewe, and carried the lamb home. Since then, various songs about the three hundred and sixty-one yellow sheep have been spread. The general content is: a female yellow sheep with a lamb fell behind and was injured. The mother and son talked while running. "Mom, good mother, why are you crying?" "My child, run quickly, it's not tears, it's because of the strong wind." "Mom, good mother, why is your thigh red? Is it bleeding from an injury?" "My child, run quickly, it's not blood, the white flowers bloom on the grassland, it's because they're covered with pollen." Later, the mother couldn't run anymore, so she told the lamb to drink her mother's milk quickly, so that she could gain strength and hurry up run. "The grass on the eastern hillside is tender, so be careful when grazing, don't be playful, don't be sleepy, and be careful not to leave the group."