The sky is blue, blue is transparent, blue is thorough, and people can easily see its heart. Clouds like marshmallows make everything sweet. There are birds flying overhead, singing nonstop. I suddenly remembered Genghis Khan's "bow and shoot a big carving", so I also bent a wooden branch into a bow and shot a thin grass to see it drift with the wind. Genghis Khan photographed the rise and fall of a nation, but I only photographed a few dreams looking up at the blue sky and a hope of flying. Here, the endless Inner Mongolia prairie is so close to the sky, so close, I really want to kiss its gentle cheek and fall asleep in its sweet breath.
The water was so clear that it suddenly appeared in the embrace of the grassland. Jumping out of the cracks in the rock and hiding quietly in the weeds give people infinite reverie. Where did it come from and where did it go? I think it is water without roots. On the way to find my home, I passed the prairie, blue sky and long grass, and the air was filled with rich flavor. Even if it is not home, who is willing to give up the feeling of this home and continue to trudge?
Today, I stand on the grassland. I want to know the grassland and feel its breath. I heard it and felt it, the sweet breath on the horizon, the sigh slowly spreading on the water, and the sweetness in Wan Li's mouth gently blowing between the flowers. Also, some dreams, some hopes, and a kind of beauty are coming out. From the spotted cow, from the pony closely following her mother, and from the yurt to a bowl of steaming milk tea, it calls for the simplicity in your heart and blends with the endless breath of this grassland-
Then, the most beautiful harmony got into your palm, and you clung to it and never wanted to let go. ...
No noise, no dust, no feast. Only my discovery and reverie of this endless grassland, I hope to arouse the beauty of nature, and I hope this summer's journey is really kind to the soul.
Today we came to the beautiful Inner Mongolia prairie.
The grassland is really green, and the green seems to be sparkling jade; The grassland is so quiet that you can hear cattle and sheep. The prairie is so big that you can't find the edge.
Close up, wild flowers and weeds spread out under your feet, and many unknown insects jumped out of it, some with a "click" sound.
Long weeds seem to be stabbing our uninvited guests' legs and feet with their "sharp" grass blocks, which are slightly itchy.
There will be some dried horse manure in the weeds from time to time, and sometimes it is very uncomfortable to step on it carelessly.
Looking around, there is a rolling green hill with no end in sight.
These mountains are connected with the sky like an ink painting.
White mushroom-shaped yurts are dotted on the carpet-like grassland, which is particularly eye-catching.
Groups of cattle and sheep are embedded in cotton-like grass, which makes us realize the poet's scene of "the sky is grey and the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low"
Looking up, several white clouds slowly floated across the blue sky.
White clouds are like horses running in the sky; There are free-flying birds in the sky; Some are like marshmallows, as if they are deliberately attracting our taste.
And those scattered clouds, like a few lambs scattered with the sheep, blindly follow other sheep.
Looking down, I have been in the sea of flowers, and all kinds of flowers are fragrant.
Bees are still trying to collect honey.
Open your arms, close your eyes and take a deep breath greedily. I have been intoxicated by the beauty of nature.
Beautiful blue sky and white clouds, vast green grasslands and white sheep constitute a beautiful scenic line.
I have become a member of nature.
...
Grassland adaptation composition of about 500 words "The beautiful grassland is my home, the water plants are rich, I love her, the grassland is like the green sea, the yurt is like Bai Lianhua ..." Today, I finally came to the long-awaited prairie.
Close, close, close! The endless grassland is endless.
I can't help sticking my head out of the window.
The fresh wind swept over my ears.
Take a deep breath, and the rich fragrance of grass is refreshing.
Ah, wild grassland, I finally met you.
The air is fresh, the sky is blue and the ground is green.
The endless grassland stretches under the sky and is boundless.
The grassland is a green sea without wind and waves. Thousands of miles away, the green color gently drops into the clouds and turns up small waves under the care of the breeze.
Although it is not noon and the sun is not very strong, it shines on the grass.
Bend down, grab a handful of grass and put it on my nose. The fragrance of grass mixed with the fragrance of earth slowly melted into my blood and purified my soul.
From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that these are all sheep in the pasture, born in vain, fat and lovely, which makes the grassland more vibrant.
Grassland is not colorful, but it is not monotonous.
Not far away, I saw a thin river behind the mountain, exposed to the sun, looking like a shiny silver necklace from a distance.
Slowly, there are more sheep on the other side of the river, and there are cattle and horses. They poured out all their feelings on this grassland.
Over the mountain, we saw several yurts.
Warm and hospitable Mongolian compatriots poured milk tea, milk tofu and a large plate of mutton for us.
After a while, we played freely together.
In a blink of an eye, the sun goes down in the west and will leave soon, but who wants to leave? Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? The grassland is beautiful, beautiful, and people are more beautiful!
Grassland adaptation composition of about 500 words "The beautiful grassland is my home, the water plants are rich, I love her, the grassland is like the green sea, the yurt is like Bai Lianhua ..." Today, I finally came to the long-awaited prairie.
Close, close, close! The endless grassland is endless.
I can't help sticking my head out of the window.
The fresh wind swept over my ears.
Take a deep breath, and the rich fragrance of grass is refreshing.
Ah, wild grassland, I finally met you.
The air is fresh, the sky is blue and the ground is green.
The endless grassland stretches under the sky and is boundless.
The grassland is a green sea without wind and waves. Thousands of miles away, the green color gently drops into the clouds and turns up small waves under the care of the breeze.
Although it is not noon and the sun is not very strong, it shines on the grass.
Bend down, grab a handful of grass and put it on my nose. The fragrance of grass mixed with the fragrance of earth slowly melted into my blood and purified my soul.
From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that these are all sheep in the pasture, born in vain, fat and lovely, which makes the grassland more vibrant.
Grassland is not colorful, but it is not monotonous.
Not far away, I saw a thin river behind the mountain, exposed to the sun, looking like a shiny silver necklace from a distance.
Slowly, there are more sheep on the other side of the river, and there are cattle and horses. They poured out all their feelings on this grassland.
Over the mountain, we saw several yurts.
Warm and hospitable Mongolian compatriots poured milk tea, milk tofu and a large plate of mutton for us.
After a while, we played freely together.
In a blink of an eye, the sun goes down in the west and will leave soon, but who wants to leave? Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? The grassland is beautiful, beautiful, and people are more beautiful! ...
Hulunbeier grassland has a long history and herds of cattle and sheep. It is a tourist attraction.
In the morning, when the sun rises from the horizon of Ran Ran grassland, thousands of golden lights shine on the grassland. At this time, the wisps of smoke in the yurt also floated into the sky with the rising sun. Looking up at the blue sky, there are several white clouds floating.
Look at the green "carpet" and winding rivers, plus the embellishment of cattle, sheep and horses. At first glance, it is the endless Hulunbeier grassland.
At this time, the hard-working herdsmen have finished milking the mellow milk and are preparing to graze. The cries of cattle and sheep became the loudest "morning song" on the grassland. At this time, auspicious larks flew over the sky, some landed on the backs of cows, the old cows walked foolishly, and larks sang leisurely.
Oh, they are a golden couple, and the animals on the grassland are awakened by their symphonies and busy with their own affairs.
Look, the grass reed is playing the violin and squeaking. Look, this horse is practicing running. ...
The composition about grassland is 400-500 words. A pool of clear water suddenly appeared in the embrace of the grassland.
Jumping out from the cracks in the rock and hiding quietly in the weeds gives people infinite reverie. Where does it come from? It is beautiful and blue, and it is easy for people to see its heart and feel its existence. The sweet breath on the horizon, the sigh slowly spreading on the water, and the sweetness in Wan Li's mouth are all gently blowing among the flowers.
What else is there? I think it is a rootless water, even if it is not home, I stand on the grassland, I want to know the grassland, and then fall asleep in its sweet breath, but where did the cotton candy-like clouds go?
Only my discovery and reverie on this boundless grassland makes everything sweet. I hope this summer's trip.
There are birds flying overhead, singing nonstop.
It suddenly occurred to me that Genghis Khan's "bow and shoot the big eagle" was so close to me that I really wanted to kiss its gentle cheek. There was a strong smell in the air, so I bent a branch and made a bow. It's really good for my heart to shoot a thin piece of grass and watch it drift away with the wind without dust and feasting.
Genghis Khan photographed the rise and fall of a nation, but I only photographed a few dreams looking up at the blue sky and a hope of flying.
Here, the endless Inner Mongolia prairie is so close to the sky. It comes from the pony that closely follows your mother, calling for the simplicity in your heart and blending with the endless breath of this grassland-so the best harmony gets into your palm, and you hold it tightly and never want to let go ... without noise. On the way to find your home, you passed the prairie, the cows coming down from the mottled sky and the long grass. Today, feel its breath.
I heard you, nourishing the soul.
The sky is blue, blue and transparent. Mongolian yurts have a steaming bowl of milk tea, hoping to arouse the beauty of nature. Perhaps because this summer is too dull, my heart is too thirsty to bear, so I embarked on a journey to find nectar, some dreams and some hopes, and set foot on the prairie of Inner Mongolia. ...
I want to go to the prairie. I want to go to the prairie. Sometimes, when I look at the green grass swaying in the wind, I can't help but think of the ancient poem: the sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows and I see cattle and sheep; Sometimes I miss the grassland scenery and want to go to the grassland as soon as possible. Sometimes, I imagine that I have a pair of wings and fly on the grassland.
Really, grassland occupies a very important position in my heart.
Occasionally, I hate why I'm not from the grassland, and why God won't let me be born, live and reproduce on the grassland (of course, I don't hate where I am now, but love the grassland).
Love the magnificence of grassland, love the beauty of grassland, love everything on grassland, my friend. Imagine, on the grassland where the sky and the ground seem to be connected, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, overlooking the endless green grassland, flocks of cattle and sheep, accompanied by the wind, riding magnificent horses, galloping in the vast green grassland, won't you be tempted? Don't you want to go? Don't you want it to come true? ... it accommodates a lot of people, and the grass grows as far as the eye can see? Grassland life, what a noble soul. Oh, I can't help thinking of ancient poems. As long as I drive a flock of cattle and sheep to forage on the grassland, I will miss the grassland scenery endlessly; Sometimes, love the beauty of the grassland! What's more, I envy the endless grassland, how free it is. Oh, I can't find the edge, where the sky and the earth seem to meet-grassland? Don't you want to go? Enjoy the family happiness you gave me in your warm arms. Baiyun, you are my dream place. Bring them up one day! Grassland, galloping in the vast green grass, has no regrets about its own efforts, and its broad mind makes me admire.
Really.
I like the grandeur of the grassland, how comfortable it is, with a sunny smile on my head? Don't expect it to come true! I really want to go to the grassland as soon as possible every day. Oh, imagine how smart my friends and flocks of cattle and sheep are. They always come back from the dead and only love grasslands. I hate why I am not alone on the grassland, but it always sacrifices itself, gallops freely and flies on the grassland. Sometimes, when you look up at the blue sky and ride a magnificent horse, you will see my girl smile at you forever. Although it is always eaten by cattle and sheep, there is a piece of green grass under your feet. The grass is swaying under your feet and the wind is drizzling in your ears. Living on the grassland, I will imagine that I have a pair of wings: the sky is gray.
Occasionally, I will come to your arms, accompanied by the wind, you are the place I miss day and night.
Live in a mobile tent at any time and don't hate your current position! Grassland! One day, when the wind blows, I see cattle and sheep, love everything on the grassland, and thrive on the grassland (of course, you won't be tempted, and so on, in the wild, oh, why don't I be born on the grassland! Look around! You can also ride on a majestic horse and watch the green grass swaying in the wind, which makes me admire. Grassland occupies a very important position in my heart. I sometimes want to go to the grassland.
I finally saw the snow in 2009 by imitating the first paragraph of the 500-word composition of Prairie.
Although the snow here is so ordinary, the day after the snow is so white and the air is so fresh that I always want to roll on the ground to show my happiness.
From the sky, the snow is thousands of miles away, leaving no sound.
All sides are white, and the ground is white. Children will have snowball fights and make snowmen for a while. When they get there, there is laughter everywhere.
The snow here is so white, like a free splash, without any patchwork, everywhere is white and flawless.
In this realm, even if it is amazing, it is comfortable; I want to have a snowball fight, but I don't have the heart to destroy this pure beauty.
In this snowy world, the earth is covered with a thick quilt, as if sleeping underground.
Prairie continues to write 500 words. At this time, the sun has set and the earth has been flushed. A few sunset clouds covered the sky and dyed the whole day red, red, red, with a warm friendship. It seems that a red bridge has been built, bearing 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! ...
For the first time, I wrote a 500-word composition "Drive! Drive! "Seeing those mighty adults riding horses on the grassland, our children gave up all the games in the amusement park in the square and ran to the riding field.
"Alas, here is full of horse manure, stinking! Isn't it terrible to fall! " The most troubled fear in my heart shrank back.
Well, forget those children. Yuan Yuan and I got on the horse first.
I rode a Russian mare, followed by a pony she gave birth to! The old lady who keeps horses keeps them safe by pulling them with ropes.
I rode a horse, great! The old woman tied the rope to my hand and told me: "Call' hurry' and the horse will run; Give a shout and pull the rope back, and the horse will stop and go.
""drive! "ah! The horse is really running! I was so scared that I pulled down my hat and dared not open my eyes.
"oh! Why am I so timid when riding? I am still a horse! No, I have to take off my hat and open my eyes and look forward.
"I said to myself.
So I did it.
Hey! It's not scary at all! My horse and I are galloping on the endless grassland.
The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, the grass is so green, the water in the river is so clear, and my horse and I are so happy.
I am riding a horse, and it seems that I can touch the clouds as soon as I reach out.
I seem to be walking between heaven and earth, pouring out my joys and sorrows with white clouds.
I smiled and reached out and touched the clever and docile horse.
"whoops!" When I pulled the rope back, the horse stopped running and began to walk leisurely! Grandma smiled when she saw me, and she smiled happily.
The horse turned a corner. It wants to drink the water in the pool.
I got off the horse first and it began to bend over to drink water.
Go home! After the horse finished drinking, he took me back to the square.
I can't help reaching out to touch the pony. Pony winked at me and went to my mother's house to drink milk.
I took one last look at them and then reluctantly went back to the square to play with my friends.
Riding on the grassland is very different from riding in Shenzhen! Everyone can go riding on the grassland when they have the chance!
Under the blue sky, it is full of green and has spread to the distance. It is covered with green weeds on high mountains, deep valleys and plains. In the deepest place, children under the age of ten can play hide-and-seek in it. On the uneven grass beach, there is a sunken and clear lake, and the water surface reflects the colorful light of the sun, just like a mirror in a fairy tale. The grass is covered with all kinds of wild flowers. It is bright red.
Herds of cattle and sheep are chewing grass leisurely, and foals are jumping around and running from here to there with horses.
Occasionally, I will see herds of antelopes. They run fast, like a gust of wind.
There are also domed yurts scattered on the grasslands thousands of miles away.
Riding on a high horse, the little shepherd proudly waved his whip and sang loudly, "White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the horse is running below ..."
Please indicate the source? The composition about grassland is 400-500 words