The love between Mongolia and Han is so deep that we can't bear to say goodbye, and the green grass at the end of the world talks about the setting sun
The sun sets in the west, and the sunset makes half of the sky red, like a shy little girl acting coquettishly. The clouds are like fire under the sunset, and the whole sky is colorful and beautiful!
Time flies by like water, and we have to say goodbye to the Mongolians. Both of us are very reluctant to leave. We hold hands tightly with the Mongolian men, women, and children, and everyone’s hearts are tight. Together, the whole nation is united and harmonious. Everyone spoke to each other, each spoke his or her heart out and spoke freely, and none of them wanted to leave. I don't know who said: "Goodbye, we will meet again." Then he got in the car first, and the others got in the car somehow and said similar words. At this time, it began to rain lightly, as if we were lamenting and sad that we had to leave. The air was stagnant, and it was extremely quiet under the sky, except for the roar of the car engine. At this time, everyone was in perfect agreement. No one said a word, but stared at each other quietly, with reluctance in their eyes. In the end, we finally chose to break the silence and drive away. Mongolian men, women and children rode horses to see each other for dozens of miles, then waved and stopped, staring at the direction of the car in concentration. After this friendly gathering, the friendship between the Han and Mongolian people became even deeper.