Talking about the classic mood of grassland tourism

The horses galloped across the endless grassland, sweeping across the grassland like the wind. They disappeared into the depths of the grassland amid the flying dust. Only the sound of the galloping horses echoed in the ears, and the horses' screams Recalling it in my heart, as the splashed dust fell to the ground, everything returned to the same state as before, only the heroic scene remained in my mind.

The spring breeze is grazing white clouds in the blue sky. The spring rain sprinkles lightly, the grass sprouts, and the earth is green. The white mushroom-like yurts dotted on the green carpet of grassland are particularly eye-catching. The beautiful songs of the shepherdess echoed on the grassland, and the herds of cattle and sheep fell to the earth like white clouds from the sky. It was such a picturesque scene!

The grassland is colorful. The clear blue sky is filled with white clouds, corresponding to the green wilderness of the earth. The sheep float white in the green, like a handful of pearls scattered on the green plush blanket. Dots of wild flowers on the grassland dot this green ocean, making the grassland colorful?

Fate is a kite, held in the hand and floating in the air, Fate is a smile, write Love is on the face, love is in the heart, fate is a kind of mood, far away is very light, close is very heavy, fate is a breeze, carrying my love into your heart.

There is also a thin river on the green grassland, exposed in the sun, looking from a distance, like a shining silver necklace.

There is also a thin river on the green grassland, exposed in the sun, looking from a distance, like a shining silver necklace.

The beautiful scenery of the grassland, the melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle, the fragrant milk tea, the simple and high-pitched Mongolian folk songs, the warm and hospitable Mongolian compatriots? The horses are galloping, the herdsmen are singing, the grassland Flowers, cattle, sheep, horses, and shepherds form a very beautiful picture.

As soon as I stepped into the grassland, I fell deeply in love with this beautiful prairie. The air here is fresh and there is no hustle and bustle of the city. Looking around, I saw the green grassland, the fat cattle and sheep, the ponies grazing on the ground, the shepherds waving their whips and singing melodious Mongolian tunes. Listening to them made me enter a wonderful reverie. When I came back to my senses, I saw yurts in front of me, dotted like stars on the vast grassland.

Night has arrived, very quiet. Lying on the slightly sloping grassland hillside, looking up at the sky, ah, what a beautiful night, high in the sky, full of stars, blinking their lovely eyes, as if to welcome us who have come from afar. of guests.

When you are galloping on this thousand-mile grassland, you can see thousands of fat flocks of sheep, horses and cattle everywhere. They ate the butter grass containing milk, and their coats were extremely shiny, as if there were stars of oil on the tips of each hair. Especially the oxen, oxen, white sheep, and red sheep that are clearly set off by the green grassland are as beautiful as colorful patterns embroidered on green satin in the sun.