About 500 words in junior high school composition: Travels in Xinjiang (7) nanshan pasture rode his horse and whipped.

Title: Travels in Xinjiang (7) nanshan pasture is riding his horse with a whip.

Keywords: whip riding junior high school grade one

This article is suitable for: the first grade of junior high school.

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This composition is about 500 words in grade one of junior high school. The topic is: Travel Notes in Xinjiang (7) nanshan pasture riding and whipping. Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically.

After some twists and turns, our journey is finally coming to an end. On our last day in Xinjiang, we decided to go horseback riding in nanshan pasture, not far from Urumqi.

It was sunny that day, so we first took a bus to the "air ranch" in nanshan pasture. Look around, there is no edge in sight. The whole grassland is like a beautiful yellow-green carpet dotted with some purple flowers. There are only one or two Kazakh farmers here. Each farmer has one or two houses with a big yard in front of them. We came to a farmer's house, and the host enthusiastically served watermelon, dried cheese, yogurt and hot milk tea. I saw a fat Xinjiang big-tailed sheep next to the house. I quickly pulled out a long and big leaf and fed it. It opened its mouth several times and ate half. I quickly picked a lot of leaves to feed it and let it have a good meal.

Next, we went to the horse-riding field, where there were dozens of horses, white, khaki, black and brown. The tour guide gave each of us a number plate. My number is 4 1. After a while, a Kazakh uncle came up and asked, "Who is 4 1?" I replied loudly, "It's me!" My uncle brought a brown horse and carried me on his back. This horse is strong, tall and powerful. Uncle stepped in the stirrup and got on the horse. We set out.

At first, when the horse moved, my body shook. I clung to the saddle for fear of falling off my horse. After a while, I gradually became familiar with the riding skills, and I had to relax myself and adjust my balance with the horse's body swinging. Because I rode a horse once before, I asked my uncle to give me the reins and teach me riding skills. If you want the horse to turn left, pull the reins to the left; If you want the horse to turn right, pull the reins to the right; If you want the horse to run fast, tighten the horse's stomach with your feet. When we crossed the stream, the horse got into the stream. I think the current is so fast that the horse can't stand in the water. But the horse dragged us across the stream and came to a expressway. When the road conditions improved, we sped up and the horses trotted. Now, instead of taking a leisurely walk like just now, we are bumping and jumping on horseback. Along the way, we crossed the stream to climb the mountain and walked back and forth for more than an hour. This is the happiest time for me to ride a horse! I said to my mother, "Let me ride again." Mom said: "People who don't ride horses often can't ride for too long at a time, and they will hurt all over." I'll be skeptical.

We got on the return train that night and woke up the next morning feeling sore all over. It seems that mom is right.

Looking out the window at the Gobi Desert, I secretly said: Goodbye, Xinjiang, I will come again next time!