What is the meaning of life? Everyone's interpretation method is different, but I just don't want to leave myself with no beautiful scenery to recall after seventy years of age, so I like to take a different road, see different beautiful scenery and appreciate the changeable life. After galloping on the grassland for a long time, I finally have to end my trip to Inner Mongolia, and I still have some reluctance in my heart, the last stop-Linjiangtun.
in the evening, our party arrived at Linjiangtun. Xiao Yang, the driver and tour guide of the chartered car, drove the car directly into the small courtyard with the sign of "Lilia House" hanging at the door. With the sliding of the door, Melissa's excited smiling face and crisp voice came like the sunshine outside the car. "Here, here, welcome!"
Linjiangtun, a Sino-Russian border town at the end of Daxinganling, is the last stop of our trip. ?
Linjiang Village has a history of more than 1 years. The village is small, with only over 8 families, two thirds of whom are of Russian origin. The people there are simple and hospitable, waiting for the most primitive folk customs of life from generation to generation.
If hulun buir grassland in front of us impacts our vision with its vast and magnificent picture scroll, then on the way from Shiwei to Linjiangtun today, the quietly flowing Ergun River, neat birch forest, golden reed dancing in the wilderness and small log buildings with Russian style in front of us constitute an exotic rural pastoral scenery.
Melissa, the innkeeper, a middle-aged woman with a European nose and a Chinese face claiming to be the third generation of Chinese-Russian mixed blood, answered our inquiries about Linjiangtun and assigned us a room with a thermos. Meanwhile, she did not forget to joke with the driver Xiao Yang, and her girlfriend in town was eager to see him!
after we settled down, we looked from the small building, and dozens of families were scattered around this deep ditch flat dam. The wooden carvings on the red and blue roofs, surrounded by fences and full of small flowers, and the black and white cows behind the house are looking for food on the newly plowed land. From time to time, there was a sound of hooves, and tourists in twos and threes, led by the local people, waddled past the house on brown burly horses, leaving all the way with laughter. It's almost dusk at the moment. In the sunset, the misty smoke from the roof of every household haunts the village, and the small white poplar swaying slightly with the wind on the shallow hills in the distance leaves its beautiful silhouette. ?
it was dark, and we surrounded the big round table in Melissa's kitchen and dining room. Melissa kept shuttling between the kitchen stove and the dining table, serving food and pouring wine, and never forgot to point to a photo on the wall and tell us that it was a photo of her when she was young. We were startled, and it was difficult to connect Melissa, who was plump and olive in front of us, with the young woman with slim figure and exotic customs in the photo. Everyone started laughing in disguise and praised her for being so beautiful. Melissa's unadorned curly hair trembled with her hearty laughter. ?
With Melissa's enthusiasm, we quickly got rid of the formality and forgot the fatigue. When we were drunk, we played solitaire. The hasty response and out-of-tune singing didn't cause our own bouts of laughter. At first, Melissa just kept vomiting-inducing toasts, and she also drank cups of wine generously. Gradually, her coloratura soprano covered us. From Russian folk songs to "On the Golden Mountain in Beijing", the unpretentious songs made the game at the moment her home. Meanwhile, she quickly took out a long scarf from the back room to let her beautiful companion wear it and sing with her rhythm. ?
While having a good time, two young men and women opened the curtain and stepped in. Melissa turned her head to say hello and immediately shouted, "Go on, go on, whose turn is it?" My husband, who was doing things silently, reminded Melissa that she had a guest. With a wave of her hand, she continued her home game. Years ago, men and women also smiled and said, "Don't worry." The fiery atmosphere at the scene infected everyone, and everyone clapped their chopsticks and sang, and the songs swirled on the Ergun River. ?
Linjiangtun is full of stars tonight, and the Ergun River next to it flows quietly in the misty moonlight. Here and now, we are ourselves again. ? Travel guide
About scenic spots
See Russian-style "Mukereng", enjoy the Moon Bay, find "Eagle's Mouth", Shiwei Town and Moldaoga Forest Park
About transportation
Aviation: Hailaer Dongshan Airport can be reached by transfer bus
Railway: Hailaer Railway Station can be reached by transfer bus
Bus: Hailaer Bus Station is delivered every day. This road is full of asphalt, with good road conditions and good scenery.
2. Take Guofang Road (also called Linjiang Road by locals) from Heishantou Town, and go to Linjiangtun via Wuka, Qika, Jiuka and Shiwei. This road always follows the Ergun River, and even some bends are the same as the river. The scenery is beautiful and you will feel like flowing with the Ergun River. The road surface is gravel road, and the road condition is acceptable.
About accommodation
1. Wooden house, but the bathroom, water heater, heating and TV are all available, and the cell phone signal in Linjiangtun is not good and the Internet cannot be accessed
2. The price of a general family tour is about 3 yuan/bed. If you take a shower and add 1 yuan, it is usually a two-person room, which is fairly clean. It should be noted that although it is close to the mother river, the water is neither convenient nor sufficient.
about food
1. Most of them are farm dishes, which are either wild or picked in their own homes
2. White mushrooms, in particular, are not only rich in nutrition, but also smooth in taste. Simple cooking by local herders has preserved the nutrition and taste of white mushrooms, which can be called grassland delicacies
3. Local Russian western food, blueberries.