What do you want to say after reading the text of playing grassland?

Full text: This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other days. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. 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 the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like boneless paintings, only rendered in green, not outlined with a pen. So, green is flowing everywhere, gently flowing into the clouds. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, 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. Zisai, Zisai, who said that? This is a jade world. Even Jiangnan may not have such scenery! We visited the animal husbandry commune in Chenbaerhu Banner. The bus traveled 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands. Go 150 miles, or grassland. 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. Soon, soon to the commune. Suddenly, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain, as if a gust of wind was blowing. Men, women and children immediately put on all kinds of clothes, and horses danced like rainbows. This is the host coming from dozens of miles away to welcome guests from afar. When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. Quiet grassland, lively: cheers, cars, hooves, ringing into one. Cars and horses flew over the hill 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. We invited a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us. Her name is beautiful-Crystal Flower. She is from Chen Qi, Ewenki. 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. We don't need Comrade Crystal Flower to translate. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. When you say yours, I say mine, which generally means national unity and mutual assistance! Somehow, I got into the yurt. Milk tea is poured, milk tofu is placed, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, kind and comfortable. Soon, the hospitable host brought a large plate of mutton and milk wine. The cadres of the commune toasted us, and the 70-year-old man toasted us. Exactly: blessings are often difficult to express, so don't forget each other when you raise your glass! 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?

I want to say:

1. After reading Mr. Lao She's Grassland, I felt that the grassland not only has a beautiful natural environment, but also left 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. 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!

2. 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 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, then people's enthusiasm 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?