You see white clouds and goshawk.
They're watching you, too
Through Hulunbeier's eyes
"Beautiful grassland, my home, wind-blown cattle and sheep are everywhere ..."
"Hulunbeier grassland, white clouds are floating in my heart ..." Beautiful grassland songs and beautiful grassland scenery are always fascinating.
It should be the dream of most people to feel the beauty and unique customs of grassland at close range.
I don't know whether it is because of my special love for grassland or because of God's special care for me, which gives me an opportunity to know Hulunbeier grassland.
In my childhood mind, I have accumulated various fantasies and legends about grasslands.
"The sky is grey, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low."
According to legend, on the distant grassland, there is such a hero, Genghis Khan ... "
Along the secluded street, the scenery of the grassland gradually came into view. It is green.
It's just the summer when the grassland is flourishing, and it's endless.
In the distance, the sky and the earth are pulling together, and it seems that meticulous painters who have learned excellent sketches are subtly melting them. Our motorcade is driving on the wide fields of Inner Mongolia grassland and heading for Hulunbeier grassland at the northernmost part of Inner Mongolia grassland.
Zhang Li's hulun buir grassland.
The legendary Hulunbeier grassland is in the west of Daxing 'anling and further west.
This is the Ergon River, which runs across Russia, and Bel Lake looks at Mongolia.
To the east is Songnen Plain, a black land, prairie and endless pasture.
A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, set out here and marched south.
On the banks of the Le River in the morgue, yurts are dotted with grass dotted with Celosia cristata, Agropyron cristatum and alfalfa.
The long tune of Ma Touqin and Mongolia makes pasture and cattle and sheep inseparable.
Xianbei people, Khitan people and Mongolian Nuzhen are all nomadic in the gentle slope valley.
Han people also drink koumiss and salty milk tea on the grass, Hulunbeier, our familiar eyes.
You are far and wide, and everyone wants to be close to you, 100 million mu of grassland and 200 million mu of forest.
There are more than 500 lakes and more than 3000 rivers, and there is a song that seems to sing like this.
My love, on the horizon, there is a vast grassland.
The grassland between heaven and earth is vast, and white yurts are scattered along the river.
When I sang this song, I knew something was eating the grassland.
I know that in Hulunbeier, desertification is increasing by 2% every year.
Hulunbeier's heavy breathing and high body temperature made the grass's heart cry.
My sadness bypassed the plateau and spread to the grassland. The pain must be in the eyes of Hulun Lake and Bell Lake.
My sadness bypassed the plateau, spread to the grassland and flowed in the vast expanse.