The Walking Route of the Author of Prairie

Today, we learned the text Grassland. The grassland written by Lao She is really beautiful. "The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings only render green without ink lines. Green is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds. " This sentence describes the soft and green features of the hills, and compares the hills to Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. No wonder Mr. Lao She wrote: "In such a state, even the old cow and the good horse can't stand." Yes, even the old cow and the fine horse are deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of this grassland. How can they not make people feel relaxed and happy and linger? If I were a singer, I would make the most beautiful songs reverberate in the vast grassland; If I were a photographer, I would shoot this picturesque grassland with the highest technology; if ...

The scenery on the grassland is beautiful, and the enthusiasm of people on the grassland is even more touching. "I don't know how I got into the yurt, but the milk tea fell and the milk tofu was placed." I also brought the most famous hand-grabbed mutton. The Ewenki girls are singing and dancing, expressing their friendship and welcome to the Han nationality. "Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language." When I read this, I can't help thinking of a song: 56 nationalities, 56 flowers, 56 brothers and sisters are a family; Fifty-six languages, summed up in one sentence, love my China, love my China, love my China ... No wonder Mr. Lao She sighed at the end of the article: Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese?

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The first time I came into contact with Mr. Lao She's article was in junior high school. I was deeply moved by his article Camel Xiangzi. The difficulties in the old society were really desperate, but Mr. Lao She gave us hope in despair. This is his genius. After that, I was busy with the senior high school entrance examination and never came into contact with the complete works of Lao She.

After I went to college, I slowly began to appreciate Mr. Lao She's books. After reading Mr. Lao She's Grassland, I feel that the grassland not only has a beautiful natural environment, but also leaves a deep impression on the Mongolian people's strong ethnic customs. Those hospitable Mongolians are generous and honest, infecting tourists and making them feel at home. People are so kind, like old friends who haven't seen each other for years, and unconsciously entered the yurt. Mongolian specialties are on display, and everyone is eating and chatting, just like a family. It is appropriate for Mr. Lao She to describe the sky with cuteness, as if lying under the sky, the sky is exceptionally high and the blue ground is particularly comfortable. There are clouds of white clouds hanging in the sky, so you can't help touching and licking. With it, the sky is no longer so empty. Lao She wrote: "It always makes me want to sing a song, indicating that I am full of happiness." Indeed, in this environment, everyone can't help but forget all their troubles, leaving only a pure and clear heart like the sky. Only rough and bold singing can express the pleasure of returning to nature.

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This article also sounded the alarm for mankind. Because herdsmen expand the number of livestock indefinitely and constantly reclaim grasslands, the scenery of blue sky and green grass is running out. We can't let the environment deteriorate, we must protect this beautiful prairie!

There are still many excellent works by Mr. Lao She, but I haven't finished reading them. I believe I will finish them sooner or later. Maybe I don't understand them thoroughly enough. I can only gradually broaden my knowledge and improve my ability to appreciate works by several grades, which is worth writing and appreciating Mr. Lao She's works!

One day, we learned the text Grassland. The grassland written by Mr. Lao She is really beautiful. "The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings only render green without ink lines. Green is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds. " This sentence describes the soft and green features of the hills, and compares the hills to Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. No wonder Mr. Lao She wrote: "In such a state, even the old cow and the good horse can't stand." Yes, even the old cow and the good horse are deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of this grassland. How can they not make people feel relaxed and happy and linger? If I were a singer, I would make the most beautiful songs reverberate in the vast grassland; If I were a photographer, I would shoot this picturesque grassland with the highest technology; if ...

The scenery on the grassland is beautiful, and the enthusiasm of people on the grassland is even more touching. "I don't know how I got into the yurt, but the milk tea fell and the milk tofu was placed." I also brought the most famous hand-grabbed mutton. The Ewenki girls are singing and dancing, expressing their friendship and welcome to the Han nationality. "Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language." When I read this, I can't help thinking of a song: 56 nationalities, 56 flowers, 56 brothers and sisters are a family; Fifty-six languages, summed up in one sentence, love my China, love my China, love my China ... No wonder Mr. Lao She sighed at the end of the article: Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese?

This time I saw the grassland. The weather there is better than that in other places. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear, I always want to sing a song to express my joy. Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green. The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on an endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. The green color is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds. This state is amazing and comfortable; I want to stand for a long time, I want to sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.

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We visited Chenbaerhu Banner. The car walked 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are all grasslands, and the other one hundred and fifty miles are grasslands. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around. After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance. River! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip. Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain, and men, women and children immediately put on all kinds of clothes. These horses galloped and danced like a rainbow. This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away. When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together. The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts.

Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars. Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. The master got off the horse, so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. You say yours, I say mine. Generally speaking, it is national unity and mutual assistance.

Somehow, I got into the yurt. Pour milk tea, put milk tofu, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, very enthusiastic and not at home at all. Soon, the hospitable host put the mutton on the big plate. The cadres toasted us, and the elderly in their 70s toasted us. We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate. At this time, Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats and a little shy in generosity, came to sing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast. Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile.

After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?

Lao She described what he saw, heard and felt during his first visit to the Inner Mongolia prairie, showed the beautiful scenery of the grassland and the profound friendship between the Mongolian and Chinese people, and expressed the author's love for the frontier of the motherland and his praise for national friendship. Look at it! Those who sow discord look! What is the last sentence of the article? Ask yourself, is it interesting to swear like this in a bar? So many revolutionary martyrs defended every inch of the motherland with their blood. Is this how you create contradictions between countries and ruin everything? What good is it for you?