Prose describing grassland
Prose describing grassland: "Blue sky and white clouds float, hometown is under white clouds ..." "The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows grass and cattle and sheep are low." The grassland in songs and old sayings is always so desirable. On July 9, after more than three hours of climbing and bumping, we finally came to the beautiful Phaeton Hiller prairie.
On the endless lush grassland, a big windmill with pure white poles stands tall. The windmill turned slowly against the wind. It is also a famous wind power station. There are many beautiful and unique yurts scattered around, which makes this grassland in full of green particularly beautiful. Looking into the distance, groups of tame horses graze leisurely on the grassland, with their long tails swinging from time to time. Looking up, in the blue sky, several grotesque white clouds are swaying. A ray of sunshine comes out from the clouds and shines on colorful wildflowers and fresh and juicy mushrooms, making them more colorful.
Phaeton Hiller is a grassland built on the top of the mountain, with an altitude of about 3000 meters. Phaeton Schiller means "very cold" in Mongolian. Indeed, there is a great temperature difference between day and night here, and now it is slightly lower than the temperature at the foot of the mountain. At night, the temperature will drop to a few degrees below zero. I heard that one day in June 2004, there was a heavy snow here!
When we arrived in the grassland, the local Mongolians invited us to drink milk tea in Mongolian yurts. There is a small table on the kang in the yurt. There is a pot of tea on it, with milk sticks, milk powder, milk eggs, cheese and some brown rice. Let's pour tea into the bowl first, and then grab some dairy products and put them in (no chopsticks here, only hands). Pick up a small bowl, shake it a few times and have a drink. It's sweet and fragrant, and it tastes really good. I drank half a bowl!
After drinking milk tea, we walked out of the yurt and moved freely on the grassland. The tour guide said that grazing was banned on the grassland last year, so the grass and flowers on the grassland grew well. My sister and aunt and I picked many colorful wild flowers, red like fire, yellow like gold, white like snow, very beautiful. My mother took the camera from time to time to record this beautiful moment and freeze this beautiful picture. The uncle is responsible for picking mushrooms and preparing to burn them. My brother wandered around enjoying the beautiful scenery and causing us trouble. In the process, we also went to Genghis Khan's yurt (true or false, that's what I said anyway). ) everything is so beautiful.
After lunch, we took a nap in the yurt for an hour and a half. A yurt looks small from a distance, but the space inside is very open, enough for the six of us to rest.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, we came to the racecourse and chose horses to ride. These horses are very clever. It is said that these horses must be at least two years old to be ridden. After that, the horse trainer will have to go through a year of domestication before he can really be controlled by tourists. I carefully observed every horse and chose the smallest and most peaceful mare. God knows how much I want it and how scared I am. My uncle helped me get on the horse, taught me to put my feet away, grabbed the reins with both hands, sat on a horse next to me and led my horse forward. At first, I was very nervous, clutching the reins tightly, and kept telling my uncle who was leading the horse to walk slowly, and then walk slowly for fear that he would fall. My uncle who trained horses reminded me of the essentials of riding while talking to me. Slowly, I relaxed a lot. In the chat, I also learned some life habits of horses. About half an hour, we arrived in Aobao and had a rest. Aobao is a place where Mongolians pray. It is said that you can walk around Aobao three times, left three times and right three times, throw a small stone at it, and make a wish. I pray with you in the Mongolian way. When I returned to the racecourse, I was not afraid at all. Under the guidance of my uncle, I started riding and really experienced the fun of riding.
Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, horses and grasslands are really beautiful! Inner Mongolia, how nice! I will come again!
Describing a beautiful dream in grassland prose II often touches a beautiful dream. I slept in a green field, and the beautiful dandelion fairy gave me an intoxicating fairy tale dream-a handsome boy riding a dark horse and wearing a Mongolian robe, leading a well-dressed wedding team, dignified and elegant. I dressed myself in front of the mirror, put on a beautiful coral headdress, put on a beautiful red Mongolian robe, rode on a brown horse and married in the grassland.
So, my dream began in the grassland.
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The first ray of sunshine in the morning has just sprinkled on the lush grassland, and the Mongolian yurt has already filled with the fragrance of milk tea.
Walking out of the white felt house, breathing the fresh breath, looking at the endless prairie, I was intoxicated in the crystal clear green for an instant. Words can't describe the joy of the mood.
Open the fence, drive away the sheep, ride a fine horse and gallop on the vast grassland.
On the grassland, the grass is lush, like emerald satin, and the sheep are like pearls rolling on colored satin. Among the green grass, mountain flowers are in full bloom and butterflies are dancing. A small river, I don't know where it originated, flows far away. The river is crystal clear and the ripples in the wind wash away the pure fragrance. Sheep graze leisurely, horses drink sweet river water, and butterflies whisper and fly; My brother sang a song "The Grassland Is Not Old". I like grasslands, butterflies dancing in lush green grass and flowers, swift rivers on grasslands, lush and endless pastures, leisurely sheep, galloping horses and simple brothers on horseback. I couldn't restrain that kind of behavior any longer. I picked a bunch of flowers, braided them into happy flower rings, and let my love indulge in the grassland.
In the sun, we lay on the green carpet with lush grass and looked up at the blue sky.
White clouds, like cotton wool, like white silk, like rough waves, drift away for a while, and then drift near, far out of reach, and near seems within reach. Occasionally, a goshawk caressed the grass, then circled and danced in a blink of an eye, reaching the sky. We leaned comfortably on the green grass, a feeling of pure beauty and elegance, drunk in our hearts.
When the sun goes down, the green grassland looks like a rose gauze against the sunlight. In the distance, the yurts with smoke curling up from kitchen chimneys, mixed with the colors of dusk, disappeared into the clouds. My brother, who had been tired for a day, took advantage of the afterglow of the sunset, waved his whip and returned to Manyang.
The night on the grassland is quiet, and the stars are all over the sky, blinking naughty eyes. In the bright moonlight, in the yurt and on the burning stove, the barbecue smells fragrant. With euphemistic Ma Touqin songs, we raise our glasses, sing loudly and indulge in the happy life in the grassland.
Drunk, my beautiful grassland; Drunk, the smell of koumiss; Drunk, Ma Touqin melodious voice; Drunk, simple and honest smile; Drunk, like the true feelings that follow; Drunk, I look forward to a beautiful dream.
My dream is in the grassland, whether it comes from my long-term love or I walked into the grassland in July, whether it is the ripple of my mood or the beautiful vision, I really long for this dream to last for 500 years, and I don't want to wake up.
When I was three years old, I always dreamed of the grassland, and felt that the grassland was so vast and charming. There are blue skies, clear streams, white sheep and strong horses on the grassland, Zhuo Ma. It's always a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see the place I yearn for with my own eyes. But using this holiday, I finally realized my dream.
It took four hours to drive to Linxia County, Gansu Province. Linxia is named after its proximity to Xiahe River. You can see the whole picture of Xiahe River through the window, but it is disappointing that the water in Xiahe River has almost dried up because of the dam built upstream. Only by releasing water upstream can we see the veritable Xiahe River. Perhaps the unique geographical environment in Gansu determines that the mountains here are doomed to be barren, without a trace of green, and only exposed mountains and sharp edges and corners can be seen. The scenery is the same all the way. I really have no interest in persistence. I feel very tired, so I have to sleep in the bumpy car to pass the time. When I woke up, I found that all I saw were Tibetan buildings, and colorful flags were hung in every yard, dancing with the wind. It is said that those colorful flags have a moral meaning, which is called the Wind and Horse Sutra. Every time the wind blows, it is equivalent to the collector reciting a sutra, which shows their piety and hopes that everything will go well with them. Their house is backed by a towering mountain, forming a green and white encirclement with the trees on the mountain. The trees on the mountain are green and dripping, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. A gust of wind blew, as if to cater to the rhythm and give warm applause to those colorful flags. This has entered the Tibetan area, which means that it is getting closer and closer to the grassland I have been longing for for for a long time. Appreciating the scenery along the way, I am constantly feeling that one side of the water and soil really supports one side. Suddenly, the raindrops as big as beans hit the window, and suddenly it was dark. The weather is really bad, my heart thumped and my mood dropped a lot, so I had to sigh. Unconsciously, it suddenly cleared up again, and the sun was still dazzling. "What is this?" I muttered to myself. Someone told me, "Here, a cloud is a piece of rain. Where the dark clouds float, the rain will fall. It is precisely because of this unique weather that the vegetation here can be so lush. " I once again lamented the magic of nature. In a short time, the car drove into Xiahe County. After a period of rest, I officially set foot on the road to the grassland. On the way, I passed a corner of the temple, which is the famous Labrang Temple in Huangmiao. I just witnessed its outer wall in the car, revealing the sacredness and nobility of Buddhism in a shining way. It's not far from here. It's only five minutes' drive to Sankoh Grassland, and I suddenly feel nervous and awed. As soon as I got off the bus, I ran freely, regardless of altitude sickness. Smelling the fragrance of grass and looking at the clouds like cotton candy, I seem to have been intoxicated in this fairyland on earth.
Grassland is not made of grass, there are small broken flowers on the ground, purple, yellow and pink are sandwiched between the grass, as if playing hide-and-seek, you can't find them without them. In my mind, I always think that grass and sky are connected, and I can catch a cloud as soon as I raise my hand, but now I realize that my idea is wrong. It is because the grassland is too vast to see the edge, and it is piece by piece, so the grass we see always follows the sky, but this is not the case, because the field looks very low, which is the correct explanation. I sit here quietly enjoying the fragrance of the grass, thinking like a cloud in the sky, floating on this grassland, looking up and seeing the white sheep grazing comfortably on the opposite grass slope and a brown horse parked here, I realize that they are the real owners of the grassland, and this is their paradise. Next to it are Tibetan white tents, like snow lotus on the grassland, one after another. Those people are busy in the tent, maybe preparing dinner. I didn't care too much, but I was still intoxicated by this pure green. I looked up and saw a dark cloud floating towards me in the distance, and it began to rain again. The weather on the grassland is really great. With clouds as the boundary, it really feels like sunrise in the east and rain in the west. I had to call it "sun rain" jokingly. After a storm comes a calm, there is a rainbow hanging on the horizon that the city has never seen before. The color is so Ming Che, as if the clothes left by the fairy hung on the horizon. I was deeply moved by this beautiful scenery, thinking that if I can blend in with this scenery, I will have no regrets in my life.
After the rain, the smell of grass is stronger, which makes it easier for people to forget themselves and have fantasies that this is a fairyland on earth. Looking down at my watch, it was already seven o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still so bright that it didn't mean to get dark at all. There are several small houses in the distance, which are brick bungalows different from tents on the grassland. They look a little out of place with the grassland, but I see plumes of white smoke from the chimney. I think that family is cooking dinner. I also saw the smoke rising, the twilight shining on the earth, and the light scattered by the sun through the dark clouds shining on me, making my face blush. The grassland in the sunset is like a shy girl, which is even more intoxicating. As time goes by, the sky is getting dark, there is a breeze blowing on the grassland, and the temperature drops a lot instantly, which makes it difficult for me to adapt at once. I had to hide in a nearby tent to keep warm. I looked up at the night view of the grassland. At this time, I found a strange phenomenon. The smoke I just saw didn't dissipate because of the wind, but it gathered more and more, rising higher and higher, forming a cloud. This may be the real "smoke cloud". The wind blows me here, but I can't smoke. It seems that when I meet a cloud, I don't move, like a naughty child. Makes people laugh and cry. It was dark and a bonfire was lit on the grassland. The local Tibetans put on beautiful clothes, danced around the bonfire and sang Tibetan songs. This is their unique way of entertainment, so simple and happy. Their simplicity and kindness are revealed in their rich and high-pitched voices. They are always with the grassland, and their character is just like this grassland, pure, broad and bold.
In this joyful atmosphere, it's past 10 in the evening, and I'm leaving here, but I really can't bear to let go and don't want to leave here. I think I am a happy prairie person. In this way, you can live in a fairyland-like beauty all your life, feel the unpolluted purity, stay away from the noise of the city and avoid all kinds of troubles. In fact, the grassland should belong to lonely people, so that you can listen to the deepest call of the grassland. The blue sky, white clouds, green grass and streams here, including people and things, need to be tasted slowly and even blended into the blood. Although I am not a prairie person, I still want to face the grassland and spring flowers.
The fourth essay describing the grassland, "The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, the wind blows low, the cattle and sheep are low", is perhaps the most concise and true description of the grassland! My yearning for grassland began when I was a child watching Song of Chile, but at that time, a child who grew up on the land in central Hebei could hardly imagine how magnificent the endless grassland and flocks of cattle and sheep were.
The grassland is like a dream to me. When I really set foot on the grassland, this dream has not been shattered, so sweet. Grassland is like a green picture scroll, with clouds on the horizon, rolling freely. Grassland is like a green ocean, endless, with waves in the wind and waves in the grass. Grassland fattens cattle and sheep, and cattle and sheep fatten grassland people. Grassland people first galloped on the grassland on a fat horse. After a long run, the grassland became smaller and ran out of the grassland. Soldiers, with their fat heroes, rushed into the Great Wall and broke into Siberia. When you think of grasslands, you can't help thinking of Genghis Khan and his times.
Grass is weak, but its cattle and sheep heroes are extremely powerful. The weakness of grass is only an appearance. It grows in the "wild" land of the cold sea and has indomitable and irresistible vitality. Its strength lies not only in itself, but also in the world of grass composed of endless individuals. "Monofilaments don't make a line, and single trees don't make a forest." Grassland is a huge Yuan Ye, dotted with grasslands. Genghis Khan is not only the title of a person, but also a national hero and a heroic nation. His personality is also like the grassland that raised him, magnificent and magnificent. "The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers the field." The grassland gave birth to the heroic spirit, and the hero walked out of the grassland and expanded the heroic spirit of the grassland. It is fearless courage and invincible heroism that leads to invincible victory and the glory of swallowing mountains and rivers, unifying the sea and exploring the Amazon, which has to make people miss the grassland.
Miss the grassland, in fact, miss the hero, miss the beauty, lush green grass may be the unique beauty of the grassland, heroes are not only found on the grassland, but only the heroes on the grassland are more desirable. They stretch like the grassland itself, the atmosphere is as thin as the grassland, and the vitality is as strong as the grassland ... The unrestrained grassland breeds heroic horses and creates heroes who change the world fearlessly. They are the owners of grasslands and grasslands. If the civilization near the ocean is called "blue civilization" and the inland is called "yellow civilization", can the grassland civilization be called "green civilization"? Blue civilization is a symbol of openness, yellow civilization is a symbol of conservative tradition, what is the form of green civilization? Is it open and traditional, or both? Perhaps it is the latter, but it should be based on openness and tradition. Objectively speaking, grass is an intermediate form between water and soil, blue civilization takes water as the main body, yellow civilization takes soil as the main body, grass takes soil as the matrix and water as the lifeline intermediate. Born in the soil, there is spirituality in the soil, but there is life from water. It is this magical grass that has written a magical history, which is charm in itself and the inexhaustible beauty of books.
Miss the grassland, in fact, miss freedom, miss free and easy. The feeling of riding a horse on the grassland is a free personal experience. Riding on the grassland is unrestrained, the grassland is flat and wide, and the horse is free to follow the reins. ......