What are the essays describing grasslands?

I want to go to the prairie

Sometimes, when I look at the grass swaying in the wind, I can't help but think of the ancient poem: The sky is grey and the wild, and the wind blows the grass and I see cattle and sheep; Sometimes, I will miss the grassland scenery endlessly, and I really want to go to the grassland as soon as possible. Sometimes, I imagine that I have a pair of wings, flying on the grassland. Really, the prairie occupies a very important position in my heart. Occasionally, I hate why I am not a person on the grassland, and why I hate God for not letting me be born, live and breed on the grassland (of course, I don't hate where I am now, but I just love the grassland). Love the grandeur of the grassland, love the beauty of the grassland, love everything in the grassland, my friend, just imagine, in the grassland where the sky and the ground seem to be even, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, looking down at the endless green grass, flocks of cattle and sheep, accompanied by the wind, riding a majestic horse, galloping in the vast green grass, won't you be tempted? Won't you want to go? Wouldn't you expect it to come true? Grassland life, also makes me love. How comfortable it is to live in a tent that can be moved at any time, with a piece of green grass under your feet. Every day, as long as you are herding flocks of cattle and sheep to feed on the prairie, how free it is! You can also ride on a majestic horse, galloping to your heart's content, with the drizzle of the wind in your ear, the smile of the sun on your head, and the swaying of the green grass under your feet. How chic! It is the endless grassland that I envy! Looking around, I can't find the edge. I admire its broad mind. It accommodates a lot of people. Although it is always eaten by cattle and sheep, it always sacrifices itself, raises them, always dies and regenerates, and has no regrets about its own efforts. What a noble heart! Grassland, you are the place I think about day and night. One day, I will come to your arms and enjoy the family blessings you have given me in your warm arms! Grassland, you are my haunted place, wait! One day, you will see my girl's eternal smile to you!

Into the Zoige Grassland

Looking up at the night sky on the Zoige Plateau, it seems that you don't need a space telescope. You can see the stars all over the sky clearly, and the dazzling Big Dipper points the way for Nightcrawler. The stars all over the sky, like a huge brocade inlaid with jewels, are covered from the top of the head to the horizon. A howl of a wild wolf came from the distant night, which made people feel creepy and deeply returned to the embrace of true nature. Let people appreciate the ancient life of human beings ... Suddenly there is a star in the starry sky, which is getting brighter and brighter. It was not until pedestrians approached that they found that this was the light of the temple and the surrounding "Tawa". So this is the prestigious Namu town. This town is a combination of a town in the northwest of Sichuan and a town in the southwest of Gansu. Named after Namu Temple, a Tibetan Buddhist temple located in Gansu. Separated by a small river, there is also a well-known Tibetan Buddhist temple-"Geerden Temple" in Sichuan. It is said that this is the first temple in the 18th National Congress of the Yellow Sect. Because these two temples have their own long history and profound cultural background, and because they are the junction of Sichuan and Gansu provinces, they are known as the "Southern Fan Center" in ancient times, which makes this town famous in the whole Tibetan area and even the whole country. In the early morning, facing the morning glow, the Buddhist names of the two major monasteries facing the north and the south rang long, and the cigarettes of "simmering mulberry" (worship of gods and sacrifices) curled up and filled the mountains and rivers. The magnificent temple stupa was integrated with the steep and mighty mountains, and its charm was reminiscent of the legendary Shangri-La, which made people realize the tolerance and humility of Buddhist culture. It makes people realize the true beauty of harmony in the world. Looking back on the Zoige grassland, her vastness, her profundity, her variety, her beauty and richness, like a picture scroll, are deeply imprinted in my heart. She is not only like a ballad sung from generation to generation, but also like a beautiful girl who grew up drinking the milk of the Yellow River mother, which always affects me ... Her charm in spring, variety in summer, fullness in autumn and solemnity in winter are as clear as a dream, and more vague and hidden as a dream ... Under the blue sky and white clouds, there are endless, soft and smooth green grass, and rivers winding through the grassland. There is also a breeze that blows the waves of grass, making the grassland everywhere "wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep" ... This is the first impression of the grassland in my childhood memory. Walking into the top of the rooster territory of the motherland, hulun buir grassland, who looks like a cockscomb and is known as "Jasper in the North", has also become a long-standing yearning in my mind from childhood to youth, occupying my desire for a long time. When I walked into this vast grassland at the end of August, hulun buir grassland, once deeply rooted in her young heart, had blue sky, white clouds, sheep and lakes. I don't know how to describe her vast beauty in words. The plane landed safely at Hailaer Airport. Under the downpour, the misty rain all over the sky, the ochre-yellow Le Che, the brown Mongolian robe with wide robe and big sleeves, and the Ma Touqin with sleeves flailing, are so irresistible that you can't see it instantly. The sculpture of the Mongolian life group on the middle aisle leading to Hailaer Airport tells the distant guests with strong visual impact that this is the hometown of the Mongolians, and the grass and trees here are quite rich in Mongolian customs. The people here welcome the distant guests to the prairie where the Mongolian long tune was born. The next morning, the weather was beautiful, and the cloudy sky cleared up yesterday. In the clear sky, there are several white clouds floating gently. The tourist bus left Hailar city and ran all the way, gradually entering the hinterland of the grassland. The vast and endless grassland outside the window is so grand and quiet. The slopes and valleys are so soft and soothing with the ups and downs of the terrain, and the grass color is still dark green, but there will be bundles of grass quietly parked there on the slope, and it will become the most fertile grass when it is dried. With the movement of the car, the terrain is changing, and there are golden bands of light in the distance, which are wheat fields to be harvested. The golden band of light swept to and fro on the grass, like bright waves shining on the water. Occasionally, bright golden yellow appeared in the nearby fields, and rape flowers can be seen at this time, just like the quiet yellow in Wuyuan village. The car was driving smoothly on the not-so-spacious road. Suddenly, not far ahead, a group of cows strolled leisurely and leisurely across the road to the pasture at the other end of the road. Didn't even bother to look at the car coming at them. The car was blocked by the passing cattle, so the driver simply turned off the engine and stopped the car. Immediately, we got off the bus and jumped to the pasture under the subgrade. The green grass is not too high, just over my ankle, and I can't see the exposed gravel, but it is rare to be flat, slender and endless from a distance. The vast grassland can only be described as carpet. It is not on a plane, but moves up slowly with the ups and downs of the slope, connecting with the blue sky. The snow-white sheep really float here like white clouds in the blue sky. Cattle and sheep eating green grass leisurely move slowly on this almost still picture. They look up at us from time to time or flick their tails. This boundless grassland and boundless sky make the world in your eyes, except the blue in the sky, be the green of this grassland, except the clouds in the sky, be the cattle and sheep on this carpet. That breathtaking green, that profound and clear blue, makes your heart calm down. At ordinary times, the rows of high-rise buildings, chariots and horses, pedestrians and mountains and rivers that fill the field of vision have all become vague memories of past lives. Bend down and look at the slender grass in front of me carefully. The grass is motionless. At that moment, I only feel my own heartbeat. The walls of my body have suddenly dispersed, and all my troubles, together with all my ambitions and ideals, have disappeared without a trace. This vast and quiet grassland and galloping herdsman are like a beautiful oil painting with this blue sky, white clouds and green grass. "Because we are predestined friends in this life, let me have a wish to watch the grassland with you in the most beautiful season. Look at the green grass, the blue sky, and the white clouds floating gently, bringing my thoughts. Watching the grassland with you, how bright the sun is, let love pay attention. " When I came back from the beautiful grassland, I heard the melodious melody of Ma Touqin again, as if I saw the endless pasture again, and my heart returned to hulun buir grassland.

Gupo Grassland

The vast grassland is endless, with green grass, wild flowers, flocks of cattle and sheep and pastoral songs flying. This is the grassland in my imagination; Sunny, white clouds and blue sky, riding a fine horse on the grassland, and the wind lifting my long hair, this is my beautiful wish. I am looking forward to going to Gupo grassland in excitement. In order to echo the green grassland, I specially wore a pair of red pants; In order not to get carsick, I specially took two carsick pills. These two pills made me feel groggy all the way to the top of Gupo grassland. When everyone shouted, they found that several cars had already stopped outside, and many people got off. As soon as the car door was opened, a cold wind blew in, and it was windy and drizzling outside. I tried to get off with everyone, but the cold wind blew me into the car wearing only a thin white short-sleeved shirt. It seems that human thinking can never keep up with the variables of nature! I clearly checked the weather forecast, the temperature is 3 degrees, how can there be such weather! Looking at the grassland in front of me, the grass under my feet is as pitiful as I am, and a few cows lying on the ground by the wind can be seen a few steps away, and the distance is a fog. This is not the grassland I imagined! I shrank into the car and dared not go out. My son said that since I was here, I would follow everyone around and dragged me out of the car. The cold wind whined and whipped my two thin arms, making it difficult to move. Raindrops also took the opportunity to swagger with the wind, and my arms soon got goose bumps, only feeling bitterly cold. I wonder if it is snowing! While I was standing in the cold wind, I didn't know what was wrong. Suddenly, I saw the tea-scented car joining in the fun with the crowd. I got into the car without hesitation, and there was a beautiful water on the car wearing a pair of denim shorts. The crazy friends under the car finally gave up crossing the pasture and returned to the car to go down the mountain because they could not resist the deterrent of the strong winds of seven or eight. The valley is lush with green grass, and a few white yurts lie there at ease, dotted with black huts made of rattan in the distance. What a leisurely and comfortable grassland picture! The wind here is much less than that on the mountain, but it's still cold and raining. We packed a yurt for a temporary rest. It's almost 12 o'clock, and everyone started a lunch of * * * capitalism. I urged Haichuan to light his stove and let me bake it. During the dinner, there was Qinghai sorghum wine brought by colorless elder sister, and I tasted it for a long time. It was really mellow and warm. At this time, a friend gave me a pair of sleeves to put on my arms, and Haichuan also gave me a collar. I suddenly realized that the enemy I fear most should be cold, and I really can't live without cold. Surprisingly, at this time, the Bubble Hero unexpectedly brought two beautiful women from the sky. The two girls were all white and full of youthful vigor. It's just that one shows his arms above and one shows his legs below, which makes people too cold to hide. At this time, in this environment, you will realize what is really "beautiful and moving". After the meal, Youyou began to take photos on horseback outside the yurt, and walked around on the horseback led by the old man. Ten yuan was still talked for half a day. I was too cold to go out, and I didn't like riding a horse led by people. If I wanted to ride, I would let my horse go and run to my heart's content, but later I carefully touched the horse's head and took a picture. After dinner, everyone suggested climbing to the top of the mountain again. Although I had a lingering fear, I didn't want to leave any regrets for myself, and then we started walking along the stream at the bottom of the valley. After walking for about a kilometer, three ditches appeared in front, and finally the gully on the right was chosen, because it can go up the mountain according to the direction. Stepping on flowers and plants all the way, taking photos and feeling the scenery of the valley grassland. The water is exhausted, but people are still in the ditch. It's getting late, so we have to go back the same way. At 6: 3 in the evening, the car returned to the market. I don't know who shouted: "Look, people are wearing suspenders!" Looking out the window, it is still midsummer, but who knows that we have just experienced the baptism of cold?

I want to go to the prairie

Perhaps because I'm too obsessed with mongolia music, I've been longing to go to the prairie, even if it's just to experience the vast grassland and see how the sunset, like blood, disappears into the sky brilliantly, making the grassland dusk blue. Take a look at how the white felt house falls like white clouds in the boundless green. Take a look at how cattle and sheep flock on the grass dotted with endless fields. Take a look at the soaring of the goshawk in the blue sky ... If you want to go to the prairie, you want to learn from Xi Murong and sit in the Lele car. In her hometown, the shiny green grassland, under the shadow of the afterglow of the sunset, you slowly leave for the distance. Look at the light and shallow frog marks left on the grass after the Le Le Che ran over ... It must be a far-away state of mind. When I want to go to the prairie, I often recall the movie "Ah! Mother, the content of the film has been forgotten, but the image of the handsome hero-Mongolian youth Bater in the film is deeply imprinted in my memory, and the theme song of the film, which is full of charm and beauty, is a long string of "Ah-ho-li-na-",which has made me never let go of mongolia music. Until I grew up, looking for that kind of charm became my favorite in my life, so that this obsession also tied a complex of wanting to see the prairie in my heart. Such a complex of heart system once made me wonder if I had the soul of the Mongols in my previous life. If I want to go to the prairie, I want to visit La Surong, the king of prairie songs, listen to his Mongolian long tune with my own eyes, and then listen to his Ma Touqin, so that the melodious, beautiful and sacred voice of heaven can comfort my bitter dream of grassland for half a century. I once dreamed of flying across a snow-blue high-headed horse on the grassland with wild flowers. The wild flowers must have blue Malan, golden dandelion, flaming lily, pink peony and purple and blue aster. There are many, many flowers that I have never seen before, which only bloom on the beautiful and vast grassland and are hidden in the vast green fields. They must be the seeds left by the god of flowers, and they bloom strangely and beautifully. How can people who don't go to the grassland meet them by chance? If you want to go to the prairie, you want to stand on the green velvet grass and watch the moon hanging close and the sunset distant. Looking up at the distant night sky as clear as clean water, how beautiful the stars scattered in the clarity should be! I think of Jane's writing in the American article "There is a more beautiful heaven in the distance" that "I suddenly feel how sweet it is to expect" in my life. There is a person to look forward to, a place to look forward to, and most importantly, a heart to look forward to. " Yes, there is always a bright spot in life that is far away from us. Is this "sweet" enough?