I come from the grassland and write essays.

Pick up the pen and be afraid. Obsessed with the poem "The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low". Going to the grassland has become my persistent wish, and I have been praying for the realization of this dream. When the god of luck really came, the joy was self-evident. Thanks to my friends, with excitement and yearning, I embarked on a journey thousands of miles away with my friends. As the saying goes, seeing the scenery is the saddest thing. Often the gap between the legendary beauty and reality is too big, and disappointment is natural. But when we got to the grassland, I was speechless and knew I was wrong.

There has never been a trace of fresh air, so clear and refreshing, intoxicating. The beauty of the grassland is superfluous to say. Even the most gorgeous words in the world are pale. Besides, I'm a poor writer and I don't have the ability to make witty remarks. I'm afraid I hurt the grassland, a beautiful paradise on earth, but I want to give myself an account. ...

When the car drove into Inner Mongolia, I was most concerned about the blue sky and the white clouds floating in the sky. Once upon a time, I loved to say: Look at the changing situation, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, and then I have a deep understanding. Clouds on the grassland can really be condensed into various objects like magical magicians, which has a super three-dimensional effect. The mountain valley that was just gathered by the clouds turned into Santa Claus carrying gifts and holding animals such as Kirin beasts in his hand; Then it becomes a rose-like flower or a tall mushroom cloud. It can be said that the changeable and unexpected things will catch your eye at any time, making you dazzled and amazed.

The imaginary grassland is a grassland in Ma Pingchuan, where flowers are everywhere, English is colorful, grass is lush and butterflies are dancing. I didn't know until I arrived that the grassland has both vast grasslands, hills and valleys, showing uneven beauty. But the only thing that is the same is the green grass, which is as neat as a barber's trimming, spreading the eyeful of' green waves' to the horizon.

When I really stand on the vast grassland, it is the fragrance of wormwood, which is refreshing. I think the world is huge, and the end of heaven and earth is like a round yurt cage covering the fields, and I am so small, so small as a grain of dust. In the silent night, listening to the cheerful songs and dances in the yurts in the distance, looking up at the blue starry sky and looking for the traces of Altair and Vega on both sides of the Milky Way, I wonder if the "Chinese Valentine's Day" is coming, will magpies come? For a long time, living in a reinforced concrete building, the lights on the earth dimmed the twinkling of the stars, and I forgot the change of rain or shine.

On the grassland in the early morning, the leaves of the green grass are pointed with dew, shining with crystal light in the morning light. The white smoke rising in the distance makes the grassland immersed in dense, which is a spectacle formed by countless dewdrops gathering and refracting sunlight. It's like a dream ... sitting in a herder's yurt and feeling different ethnic customs. Seeing cattle and sheep grazing and playing leisurely under the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, I can't help but envy them. It is also good luck to spend your life in the grassland without any pollution.

On the way, we met a sea of flowers, and everyone couldn't help getting off the bus and jumping into the arms of flowers. The scenery described by the ancients really appeared in front of me, and I was a little confused. I thought it was just a good wish. Flowers of different shapes bloom with charming colors. The photographer said frankly: I don't know how to take pictures! Yes, it's everywhere. How can you find an angle? I don't know how to express my joy, so I have to sing: I am so beautiful, so beautiful, drunk, drunk ... some tourists are so excited that they cry. Everyone said to leave quickly, leave this charming sea of flowers and do less harm to flowers and plants. Yes, we can't bear to be hurt again. We can only appreciate and admire the magic and charity of nature all the way.

On the way back, a group of cows grazed leisurely on both sides of the road. We approached them slowly and found a flower cow resting on the road. When I got there, my friend stopped the car and jokingly said to it, look, don't you clean the flies on your nose? Who knows, a fat cow on the side of the road lost his temper and roared at us. It means get out of here. This is my place . Look at its awesome appearance, it really scared us. If we don't hurry, it will rush forward desperately. The cow's expression is both interesting and touching. It is doing its duty to protect the safety of the family.

A song sings: Where is the grassland? Grassland is in my eyes; Grassland is in my heart; Grassland is in my life; The grassland is in my dream. Stay together today and leave tomorrow! Yes, even if I don't give up, I will give up. Since I was destined to leave, I bought a bunch of dried plums that would never wither. I brought the grassland home!