Composition on the beautiful prairie

Look up at the sky! It's really blue. Looking deep into the grassland, there are white sheep grazing leisurely on the grass. It's really a beautiful place. The following is the "Beautiful Prairie Composition" compiled by me for your reference only. Everyone is welcome to read. Composition on the Beautiful Prairie (1)

Finally arrived at the grassland. Outside the car window, on the endless grassland, the sheep were grazing, the cows were walking slowly, and only the horses were the most energetic. Running.

The car drove for a long time, and outside the window there was nothing but grassland.

The grass grows most luxuriantly in August, so in order to store food for livestock for the winter, herdsmen cut down the grass about forty to fifty centimeters high with a lawnmower and push it into huge grass rolls. . The beaten pasture looks like it has been shaved, which makes people feel very refreshed. On the grassland that has not yet had time to cut grass, the grass is waist deep, mixed with some small wild flowers, including white, pink, purple, yellow, and colorful.

On the hillside in the distance, there are groups of cattle, sheep and horses, as if someone has scattered a handful of pearls on the earth. Huge cloud shadows moved between the various hills.

When I got on the big horse, I felt that I had grown a lot taller all of a sudden, and adults had to look up at me. The grandpa who led the horse led the horse to walk with me along the border river between China and Russia. At this time, a pony ran from a distance. It got under the belly of the horse I was riding and started sucking milk. Only then did I realize that I was riding a mother horse. The pony looks so cute when it drinks milk.

Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and herds of cattle and sheep, this is the beautiful grassland! I love the grassland! Composition on the Beautiful Prairie (2)

I was born in Tianjin, but grew up on the Horqin Grassland.

The Horqin Grassland is located at the southern end of the Daxingan Mountains in Inner Mongolia. It is a natural pasture with flat terrain and lush water and grass.

In spring, the ice and snow melt and everything revives. The sun hangs high in the sky, and thousands of golden rays gently caress the mountains and grasslands. The spring breeze is grazing white clouds in the blue sky. The Huolin River sings a happy song, flowing to the depths of the grassland and to the horizon...

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. Listen, the beautiful song of the shepherd girl echoes on the grassland; look, the horses are galloping, the cattle and sheep are in herds; look, the winter jasmine has woken up from its sleep, and it is shaking its branches and leaves desperately in the gentle spring breeze, shaking and shaking, shaking out The small golden yellow flowers, set against the backdrop of green grass, look like a huge piece of emerald with a little bit of gold embedded in it. The whole grassland is picturesque.

In summer, after a heavy rain, all kinds of flowers on the grassland bloomed with smiles overnight. The white is like snow, the pink is like clouds, the red is like fire, and the yellow is better than gold. The whole grassland is like a colorful garden, causing butterflies and bees to sing and dance wildly among the flowers. Oh, the Sarilang flower is also blooming, its five slender red petals bending downward, like red lanterns. At this time, I like to play with my friends on the grassland holding a handful of Sarilang flowers high.

In autumn, the grass turns yellow and the flowers wither, except for the wild chrysanthemums in full bloom. On the hillside and beside the road, clusters of wild chrysanthemums sway in the autumn wind, exuding a faint fragrance.

When the first snow falls on the grassland in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, nature tells us that winter in the grassland is coming. Since then, goose-feather heavy snow has been a frequent visitor to the grassland. After the heavy snowfall, the mountains, rivers and land are all silvery white, which is extremely spectacular. The knee-deep snow brought a lot of inconvenience to people commuting to get off work, but it brought a lot of fun to the children. We made snowmen, rolled snowballs, and had snowball fights in the snow. Our cries and laughter scared away the sparrows and scared away the cold.

Since I left Inner Mongolia, I can no longer see every grass, tree, scenery or thing in the grassland. But how much I miss you, beautiful prairie! Composition on the Beautiful Prairie (3)

The sky in the prairie is as blue as a sapphire. There are white clouds floating in the sky, some are like jumping rabbits, some are like a galloping horse, and some are like a few lazy little pigs... There are really different shapes! The fiery red sun is hidden in the thick clouds, hiding like a shy little girl.

There are several bright wild flowers and many green grasses on the prairie. Otherwise, how would it be called prairie? The flowers come in many colors, including orange red, blueberry purple, pineapple yellow... Such beautiful flowers attract many bees and butterflies. The bees were collecting nectar from this flower and then that flower, never getting tired of it, thinking: "This much honey is enough to collect for several years! Butterflies danced among the flowers, flying here and there. < /p>

In the distance, there is a cute little house with red tiles and white walls. There is a bird singing happily on the roof. This may be the hut of the Seven Dwarfs! , it may also be a sweet candy house that children like, in short, it can arouse many beautiful fantasies in people.

I love the beautiful prairie! Composition on the beautiful prairie (4) < /p>

Dense green grass, herds of cattle and sheep, blue sky, clear and passionate Moon Lake, simple and kind herders... This is the beautiful Red Plains Prairie of Aba Autonomous Prefecture in Western Sichuan.

The little bird and the windy mother-in-law gently woke me up from my dream. Through the morning light, the sun rose from the horizon and painted the gray-blue sky pink, orange-red, and golden. Opening the window, the breeze from the grassland blows in your face. Ah, the morning in the grassland is as romantic as poetry and as beautiful as a painting. I couldn't help but want to sing a song. Just when I let go of my voice, I suddenly heard the cry of a sheep, "Baa, baa!", followed by a crisp sound of a whip. I looked around in confusion, thinking: Who are this and me? Making trouble? It turned out that a shepherd boy wearing a Tibetan robe was coming here with his flock of sheep. The sheep were small white dots at first, and soon turned into fat, cute little lambs. The sweat on the shepherd boy's face looked like crystal pearls under the sunlight. It could be seen that he had been herding sheep for a long time. At this time, a cold wind blew and I sneezed, so I quickly put on my clothes and ran out.

His red face was slightly rough, and his grin revealed a row of neat and white teeth. Soon I started chatting with the little shepherd boy. He is 8 years old this year and is a Tibetan. I told him about our city, my home, my school, teachers and classmates, etc. No matter what I said, he listened attentively.

We were tired from playing and sat on the grass. I took out a comic book. At this time, he sat down next to me curiously, blushing and said, "Can... lend it... lend it to me?" Do you want to read it?" I said, "No problem." He put down the sheep whip, wiped his hands on his robe, carefully took the book, and looked at me carefully. I had read the comic book more than ten times and couldn't bear to disturb him. I quietly got up and picked up the sheep whip, waved it on the grassland, and played with the sheep. The sun shines on the grass, gently and softly. The two Han and Tibetan friends on the grassland are bathed in the breeze and the morning sun, each enjoying themselves. The morning in the grassland is peaceful and beautiful.

The morning glow has dispersed, the sun is shining brightly, and the grassland is gradually becoming lively. It’s time for me to leave my Tibetan friends. With the beautiful memories of the Hongyuan Prairie and the nostalgia for my Tibetan friends, I reluctantly left this beautiful place. Composition on the Beautiful Prairie (5)

My hometown is on the beautiful Xilin Gol Prairie. The sky here is very blue, the air is very fresh, the blue sky and white clouds are floating here and there, and the endless grassland seems to be covered with grass. We stepped on the green carpet, which was soft and comfortable to step on. Herds of cattle and sheep were grazing on the grassland. The hard-working and simple Mongolian people were humming songs and riding horses to graze. With a wave of the whip, the horses would gallop out and disappear into the green. in the ocean. Although my hometown does not have as many high-rise buildings as big cities, I like my hometown because it is green, quiet and comfortable.

My grandpa and grandma have been to the Horqin Prairie. The famous prairie Hulunbuir Prairie has thousands of miles of green waves stretching as far as the eye can see. The blue sky is filled with white clouds, and the fat sheep and horses are strong and cute under the white clouds.

The vast and boundless prairie is like a giant green carpet woven by nature. Walking on the grass, the soft and elastic feeling is very wonderful. Where the green grass meets the blue sky, cattle and sheep chase each other, and shepherds raise their whips and sing. Everywhere is a scene of "the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are seen". When traveling in the Hulunbuir Grassland, you can ride horses and camels to swim in the sea of ??grass, and you can take a " You can roam around the lake by "Lele Car", go fishing on the lake, hunt in the forest, and enjoy the scenery of the grassland.

Wow! It's so green. I looked at it and saw that the grass was a thousand miles away. It was all grass, except grass. What kind of place is this? Why does it look so familiar? Did I come to the grassland? I looked around again and vaguely saw a few yurts.

I walked towards the yurt. Suddenly, I saw a white "river". I got closer and saw that it was a large group of white-coated kid goats. I touched it gently. The soft feeling immediately spread throughout my whole body, making me feel extremely comfortable. At this time, I found a shepherd walking towards me. I gradually saw it clearly. It was a little boy walking briskly. I walked up to him and said hello to him. He also said hello to me and invited me. Visit their home.

I followed him into a larger yurt. The yurt was so beautiful, it was like a paradise on earth. He poured me milk tofu and milk tea, and the two of us chatted happily.

About half an hour later, he came in leading a horse and motioned for me to get on the horse. I walked timidly in front of the horse. Steam was coming from the horse’s nostrils and white foam was stained on it. I stared at the beard, and after a long time, I climbed on the horse. I gently pulled the horse's reins, and the horse immediately started running. My clothes were blown away, and a cool breeze blew towards me. I closed my eyes, and I seemed to be flying. Suddenly, the horse stepped on a stone. Fall forward. I was so scared that I opened my eyes, only to find that it was a dream. I thought: When I grow up, I must go to the real grassland to see the green grass and the magical yurts.

At this time, the setting sun has set in the west, illuminating the earth red. Several pieces of the same sunset cover the sky, making the whole sky red, red, red, wiping a warm feeling. The friendship is like a red bridge erected to carry our friendship and connect and bring our friendship between Mongolia and Han together. When they were separated, no one wanted to leave. You stand there and I stand here, looking at each other. Although the languages ????are different, our hearts are the same. We all understand each other.

At this time, the host came over, hugged me several times, and put his hand on "my" shoulder reluctantly. They said goodbye to us, and then said goodbye again, and we said goodbye again.

At this time, the sky slowly became darker and darker. We rode horses towards the car, but our eyes were not looking in front of us, but still looking at each other. The deep love for the grassland was still in memory. When the owner dropped us off, he suggested to dismount and we left. On the grassland, that friendship surrounded us and made everyone remain unknown. Although there is no sound, the meaning is so heavy that a thousand cows and ten thousand elephants cannot hold it up. While walking on the grassland, I couldn't help but hug her. I hugged and hugged again. My hands were warm at the moment, and I didn't know who was holding them.

When we arrived at the parking lot, the owner said goodbye to us for the last time. We told him that we couldn’t bear to say goodbye to the grassland. When can we meet again? yes! The deep affection of the grassland can only be tasted in the heart after parting!

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak... Following the cry of cicadas, we got on the train bound for the prairie of Inner Mongolia...

When we arrived at the destination, I saw We arrived at the endless prairie and the blue sky. The blue sky there is more lovely than elsewhere, and the air is very fresh, which makes me always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Low in the sky, it is a thousand miles away, but it is not vast. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to stand for a long time and look around, but I also want to sit down and whisper a beautiful poem. In this realm, even the horses and bulls sometimes stand still, as if reminiscing about the infinite fun of the grassland.

What we visited was the Menggeer Leopard Banner. The car drove for a long time, and looking from a distance, we saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass - the river! There were gradually more cattle and sheep, and finally we saw a herd of horses. When we arrived at the Mengger Leopard Banner, the first thing we saw were several yurts and many horses. When we walked into the yurt, we also saw a portrait of a hero - Genghis Khan. After eating milk tofu, hand-caught mutton, and drinking milk tea, we changed into Mongolian clothes, mounted horses, played, and galloped on the vast grassland. I was very happy. Time passed quickly, the sun was already setting in the west, and no one wanted to leave.

yes! How can we bear to say goodbye when we are deeply in love? The green grass at the end of the world talks about the setting sun!