The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. ?
2. Chilean songs, North and South folk songs
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. ?
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. ?
3. Fengle Pavilion Tour Haruka Ouyang Xiu?
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring. ?
4. Give it to Liu?
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home. ?
Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
1. The grassland in summer, the air in the morning is particularly fresh, and I pestered my father to take a walk on the grassland. The faint scent of grass is blowing right against the face, and the red sunrise is rising from Ran Ran, Ran Ran on the horizon, plating the vast grassland with a layer of gold. Dewdrops on the grass, like pearls embedded in jade, shine with colorful brilliance. I saw many unknown flowers in the grass. The grassland is beautifully dressed, and lively birds are chirping and jumping in the grass. Ah, this grassland is really too big, endless, like a big green carpet extending to the horizon. Green flashing weeds are swaying in the breeze, mixed with clusters of small wild flowers. Xiaoxing told me that the white is carnation, the crimson is lily, the light blue is Malan, and the light blue is bell-shaped and golden.
When you gallop on this grassland, thousands of fat sheep, fat horses and fat cows can be seen everywhere. They eat creamy grass, and their hair color is particularly bright, as if every hair tip is risking an oil star. Especially those yellow cattle, flower cattle, white sheep and red sheep, which are clearly set off by the green grassland, are as beautiful as colorful patterns embroidered on green satin in the sun. Sometimes, the wind tinkles like a silver bell from among the cattle, which is the silver ornaments left by the Kazakh shepherdess on her skirt tinkling in the wind. The shepherds are riding fine horses, and their beautiful posture is very touching against the blue sky, snow-capped mountains and green grass. They galloped with the horse with a smile. Whenever they stopped, they leaned on the back of the horse, gently waved their whip and sang their love.