The composition of the beautiful grassland (1) finally came to the grassland. Outside the window, on the endless grassland, sheep are burying their heads in grass, cows are walking slowly, and only horses are the most energetic and running.
After driving for a long time, the grassland is outside the window.
Grass grows most luxuriantly in August, so in order to store the food for livestock in winter, herders use lawn mowers to knock down grass about 40 to 50 centimeters high and push it into huge grass rolls. The beaten grassland is like being shaved, which makes people feel very refreshing. On the grass before mowing, the grass is waist-deep, and there are some small wild flowers, white, pink, purple, yellow and colorful.
On the hillside in the distance, flocks of cattle, sheep and horses seemed as if someone had scattered a handful of pearls on the earth. Huge clouds move between the hills.
When I got on the horse, I felt a lot bigger at once, and adults were looking up at me. Grandpa, who is holding a horse, is leading the horse and walking with me along the Sino-Russian border. At this time, a pony came running in the distance. It got under the belly of the horse I was riding and began to eat milk. Only then did I know that I was riding a mare. The way the pony drinks milk is really cute.
Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, flocks of cattle and sheep, this is the beautiful grassland! I love grasslands!
Composition of Beautiful Prairie (2) I was born in Tianjin, but grew up in Horqin Prairie.
Horqin Grassland is located at the southern end of Daxinganling Mountains in Inner Mongolia, where the terrain is flat and the water plants are lush. This is a natural pasture.
In spring, the ice and snow melt and everything recovers. The sun is high in the sky, and thousands of golden rays gently touch the mountains and grasslands. Spring breeze eats grass in the blue sky. Huolinhe is singing a happy song, spewing into the depths of the grassland and the horizon. ...
The spring rain sprinkled gently, the grass sprouted and the earth turned green. White mushroom-shaped yurts are dotted on the carpet-like grassland, which is particularly eye-catching. Listen, the beautiful song of the shepherdess echoes on the grassland; Look, horses gallop, cattle and sheep flock; Look, Yingchun woke up from her sleep. It shook its branches and leaves desperately in the slight spring breeze, shaking and shaking, shaking out a golden yellow flower. Against the grass, it looks like a huge emerald with a little gold. The whole grassland is picturesque.
In summer, after a heavy rain, all kinds of flowers on the grassland burst into smiling faces overnight. It is as white as snow, as pink as chardonnay, as red as fire and as yellow as gold. The whole grassland is like a colorful garden, where butterflies and bees dance wildly among the flowers. Yo, Sarilang is in bloom, and its five slender red petals bend down like red lanterns. At this time, I like to play with my friends holding handfuls of Sarilang flowers on the grassland.
In autumn, the grass turns yellow, the flowers wither, and only wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom. On the hillside and roadside, piles and clusters of wild chrysanthemums are swaying in the autumn wind, emitting a faint fragrance.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, when the first snow came to the grassland, nature told us that winter was coming in the grassland. Since then, goose feather-like snowflakes have become frequent visitors to the grassland. After the heavy snow, the mountains and rivers are silvery white and spectacular. Knee-deep snow brings a lot of inconvenience to commuters, but it brings a lot of fun to children. We made a snowman and had a snowball fight in the snow. Our shouts and laughter scared away sparrows and the cold.
I haven't seen anything on the grassland since I left Inner Mongolia. But how I miss you, beautiful grassland!
The composition of the beautiful prairie (3) The sky of the prairie is blue, like a sapphire. There are white clouds floating in the sky. Some are like jumping rabbits, some are like galloping horses, some are like lazy pigs ... what shape! There is a fiery red sun hidden in the thick clouds, and the sun hides like a shy little girl.
There are a few bright wild flowers and a lot of green grass on the grassland, otherwise how can it be called grassland? Flowers have many colors, such as orange red, blueberry purple, pineapple yellow ... such beautiful flowers attract many bees and butterflies. Bees gather honey from this flower and that flower for a while, enjoying it, thinking, "That's enough honey for several years!" " Butterflies danced among the flowers and flew around for a while.
In the distance, there is a lovely little house with red tiles and white walls. There is a bird singing happily on the roof! This may be the hut of the seven dwarfs, or it may be the sweet candy house that children like. In short, it can arouse many beautiful fantasies.
I love the beautiful prairie!
Composition of Beautiful Prairie (4) Dense grassland, flocks of cattle and sheep, blue sky, clear and affectionate moon lake, simple and kind herders ... This is the beautiful Hongyuan Prairie in Aba Autonomous Prefecture of western Sichuan.
The bird and the wind gently woke me up from my dream. Through the dawn, the sun rises from the horizon, dyeing the gray-blue sky pink, orange and gold. Pushing open the window, the breeze from the grassland came face to face. Ah, the grassland morning is as romantic as poetry and as beautiful as painting. I can't help wanting to sing a song. I just turned on my voice when I suddenly heard "baa, baa!" The sheep barked, followed by a crisp whip. I looked around doubtfully and thought, who is messing with me? It turned out that a shepherd boy in a Tibetan robe came with a flock of sheep. Those sheep were small white at first, and soon they became fat and lovely lambs. The sweat on the shepherd boy's face shone like pearls in the sunlight, which showed that he had kept the sheep for a long time. Then a cold wind blew, I sneezed, got dressed and ran out.
His red face was slightly rough, and he grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. Soon I chatted with the little shepherd boy. He is 8 years old and Tibetan. I told him about our city, my home, my school, teachers and classmates, and he listened attentively to everything I said.
We were tired of playing and sat on the grass. I took out a comic book. At this time, he sat next to me curiously, blushing and saying, "Can you ... lend it to me?" I said, "No problem." He put down the sheep whip, wiped his hands on his robe, carefully took the books, turned them up carefully one by one, and watched him read the comic book that I had read for more than ten times. I really can't bear to disturb him. I got up quietly and picked up the sheep whip.
The grassland waved and played with the sheep. The sun shines gently on the grass. On the grassland, two Chinese and Tibetan friends bathed in the breeze and the morning sun, each having his own fun. The morning on the grassland is quiet and beautiful.
The morning glow has gone, the sun is shining, and the grassland is getting lively. It's time for me to leave my Tibetan friends. With fond memories of Hongyuan grassland and nostalgia for Tibetan friends, I reluctantly left this beautiful place.
Composition of Beautiful Prairie (5) My hometown is on the beautiful Xilin Gol Prairie, where the sky is blue and the air is fresh. Blue sky and white clouds are floating everywhere. The endless grassland seems to be covered with a layer of green carpet, which is very soft and comfortable to step on. Herds of cattle and sheep graze on the grassland, and the industrious and simple Mongolian people hum songs and ride horses to graze. With a whip, the horse flew out and disappeared into the green ocean. Although there are not so many tall buildings in my hometown as in big cities, I like my hometown because it is green, quiet and comfortable.
My grandparents and I have been to Horqin Grassland. Hulunbeier grassland, a famous prairie, is endless, with green waves rippling, blue sky and white clouds floating by, and sheep and horses are fat and lovely under white clouds.
The vast grassland is like a huge green carpet woven by nature. Walking on the grass, the feeling of softness and elasticity is very wonderful. Where the green grass meets the blue sky, cattle and sheep chase each other, and herders raise whips and sing songs. Everywhere is the scenery of "low wind and grass, bullish". When traveling in Hulunbeier grassland, you can swim in the grass sea by riding horses and camels, roam around the lake by Le Che Le, fish in the lake, hunt in the forest and enjoy the grassland scenery.
Wow! Too green. When I saw it, the grass was thousands of miles away. There is all grass here, except grass. What is this place? Why is it so familiar? Did I come to the grassland? I looked around again and vaguely saw several yurts.
I walked to the yurt. Suddenly, I saw a white "river" and I approached. It turned out to be a large group of white goats. I gently touched its hair, and a soft smell immediately spread all over the body, which was very comfortable. At this time, I found a sheepdog coming towards me, and I gradually saw it clearly. That is a little boy with a brisk pace. I went up to say hello to him. He also greeted me and invited me to their home.
I followed him into a big yurt, which was so beautiful that it was a paradise on earth. He poured me milk tofu and milk tea, and we had a good chat.
About half an hour later, he came in with a horse and motioned for me to get on. I walked timidly to the horse, which was steaming in its nostrils and foaming on its beard. I was stunned. It was a long time before I got on the horse. I pulled the reins gently and the horse started running at once. The clothes were blown up, and the cool wind blew to me. I close my eyes and people seem to be flying. Suddenly, the horse stepped on a stone and fell forward. I opened my eyes in horror, only to find that it was a dream. I think: When I grow up, I must go to the real grassland to see the green grassland and the magical yurts.
At this time, the setting sun has set in the west, and the earth is dyed red. A few sunset clouds cover the sky, and the whole day is dyed red, dyed red, dyed red, and smeared with a warm friendship. It seems that a red bridge has been built, which carries our friendship, connecting the friendship between Mongolia and China and narrowing the distance. No one will leave when we break up. You stand there, I stand here, staring at each other. Although the language is different, but the heart is the same, everyone got the message. At this time, the host came over, hugged a few times, was a little enthusiastic, and reluctantly shouldered "I". We say goodbye to the Mongols, they say goodbye to us, then say goodbye, and then we respond.
At this time, the sky slowly darkened and began to turn black. We rode to the place where the car was, but we didn't look ahead and still looked at each other. Grassland love is still a souvenir. When the host sent us to a similar place, he suggested dismounting and walking. We walked on the grassland, and that friendship surrounded us, leaving people and property unknown. Although it is silent, it has a heavy meaning, which can't be borne by thousands of cows. Walking on the grassland, I don't know why, I can't help hugging, hugging and hugging again. At the moment, my hand is warm and I don't know who is holding it.
When we arrived at the parking place, the host said goodbye to us for the last time. We told him that the grassland is affectionate, when can we meet again? Yes! The deep affection of the grassland, a parting may only be tasted in the heart!
Cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep ... With the cicada's cry, we boarded the train to Inner Mongolia prairie. ...
At the destination, I saw the endless prairie and the blue sky. The blue sky there is more lovely than other places, and the air is very fresh, which makes me always want to sing a song to express my joy. The sky is low, thousands of miles away, but it is not boundless. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.
We visited the Mongolian Leopard Flag. After a long drive, we saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass-the river! There were more and more cattle and sheep, and at last we saw horses. When we arrived at Mongour Leopard Banner, the first thing we saw was a few yurts and many horses. Walking into the yurt, we also saw a portrait of a hero-Genghis Khan. After eating milk tofu, grabbing mutton and milk tea, we put on Mongolian clothes, rode horses and galloped on the vast grassland. I am very happy. Time flies, the sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye when you are sweating?