Say goodbye ("Prairie" continued)

As the sun sets, the evening glows red, and the sky is red with the grasslands, and everything is covered in gorgeous costumes. We should go back too, and we reluctantly say goodbye to the Lord. The 70-year-old man who just toasted us, trembled out and said to me, "Mr. Lao She, we are very honored to visit our grassland this time. It is not too early, it is not as good as it is now. Mr. stayed overnight and will start again tomorrow!" I replied with apologetic reply: "The old man, you still don't have to. But I hope you can go to Beijing as a guest, the door there will always be open for you." The old man held tightly. My hand solemnly nodded. "In the past, when Zhao Jun was out, it was the beginning of a bridge of friendship between the people of Mongolia and Han. Your visit will definitely open a new chapter in the friendship between the people of Mongolia and Han." I listened to this and said a lot of emotions: "Yeah, although these two ancient peoples in history have had disputes because of their survival, but now we have already become one and become an indispensable part of the Chinese nation. Your enthusiasm, your hospitality, We have left a deep impression on us, and we hope that the friendship between the people of Mongolia and Han will last forever!"

Fifth grade: silent mourning