Grassland in my eyes

Where are the horses, the flocks, the clear sky, the fresh air, and the green grass, can they be fully displayed? Needless to say, it must be - grassland.

The grasslands in my eyes are beautiful. Endless, a thousand miles. Under the blue sky, it is a green grassland that looks endless and gives a pleasing feeling. There are some hills on the four sides, the bumps are uneven, the lines are so soft, just like the small waves on the sea are flowing slowly, gently flowing into the clouds.

The grassland in my eyes is silent. Everyone is busy with their own affairs, and no one speaks. On the grassland, the horse is walking leisurely, admiring this beautiful scenery, and the flock, while eating the grass silently on the side, does not "snap", as if afraid of breaking the peace of the grassland.

The grasslands in my eyes are lively. Whenever people finish their own things, they will ride a horse, the horses will fly on the grasslands, and the people who sang will sing praises. The songs of the birds are also very beautiful, they hover in the sky and accompany people.

The residents on the grassland are warm and hospitable. Whenever there is a guest, the Mongols will always greet the horses on dozens of miles, and distribute the local specialties to the guests generously. The hosts will also sing songs for the guests, dance and dance, then set horses and wrestle. This scene is not too much fun.

The yurt on the prairie is very unique. We call it the “moving house”. Its construction is even simpler than we imagined, a few pillars and a large piece of cloth. Because of its small structure and simple structure, the Mongols can “move” at any time. It is like a tent. Where it is needed, where it is “built down”, moving is its characteristic.

The horses, the flocks, the grasslands and the warm and hospitable Mongolians form a Chinese painting without ink lines.

"Mu Lechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a scorpion, and the four fields are covered. The sky is green, the wild scorpion, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep." I love you, the grassland! !

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