Seeking to write a composition with Inner Mongolia characteristics (specialties and customs)

I love the grassland most, and I dream of being under the blue sky again one day, intoxicated by the greenery, and feeling the magnificent beauty of "the sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows grass and I can't see cattle and sheep". Overlooking the sky, it is as clear as blue, without any impurities mixed in it. Snow-white clouds are surrounded, like the best cotton. Under the blue sky and white clouds, there is an endless prairie. When you look around, you can see the vibrant green, leisurely grazing cattle and sheep and the free running horses.

Not far away, the shepherd is driving the sheep, humming a ditty and occasionally shouting. There are also girls riding horses and strolling leisurely. This beautiful prairie is so full of vitality at this time, revealing unspeakable freedom and harmony. In this land that has not been polluted by the secular world, everything is so simple and there is no earthly pollution. This is a real paradise, and it is as touching as a poem. In the evening, the sun sets and the sky is dyed red. The sunset glow is full of splendor. The afterglow of the setting sun diffuses the earth, reflecting the grassland as golden and shining with brilliant golden light, which is as charming as a fairyland. The shepherd on the horizon is driving his sheep home. Smoke has been rising in many yurts, and women are carefully preparing dinner and waiting for their families to return. At the moment, the prairie is filled with a warm feeling, which is collected in my mind. It is an oil painting called Fairy Scenery on Earth. The grassland on a summer night gives people a quiet and pleasant feeling. The moonlight is bright, the breeze is slow, the lights are swaying, the insects are chirping and the grass is faint. How beautiful and peaceful it is. And enjoying the moon on the grassland is even more interesting. When the bright moon is in the middle of the sky, Yin Hui overflows and the stars in the sky are eclipsed. Unlike the moon seen in the city-round but pitifully small, listlessly revealing a pale yellow light, the moon here is big and round, white and bright as a silver tray hanging in the air, and the bright moonlight is like gauze, and it is like clear water running through the grass, which makes the grassland more spacious and holy. Facing this night sky like washing, like the moonlight like water, it will surely arouse the continuous reverie, with the purity far away from mundane things, and the dream is generally desirable. Of course, the grassland also has that horrible night without stars and the moon. When the sharp howling of wolves on the grassland comes from a distance, and the chaotic running and bleating of panicked sheep ring from your ears, you will tremble with horror and your heart will suddenly tighten, like an empty sack, and every hair will stand up in line. Apart from the beautiful grassland moonlit night, what impressed me most was the wind on the grassland, which sighed, roared, groaned, varied and varied. The breeze blows out of date, like a mother's warm hand gently touching, bringing a pleasant. The wind at the moment is so soft, like a painter's flexible brush strokes, like the pure green of spring water, like a child's transparent heart. However, the wind raging on the grassland is also terrible, sometimes it is very sad, sometimes the people who cry like a sob are very bold, sometimes they come like galloping horses, and sometimes they are very sharp, like wolves howling in unison. People on the grassland, with steel-like lines on their faces, can't help thinking: Isn't it carved for the wind? The prairie has too many mysteries. It is poetic, picturesque and dreamlike. It is a free world, a fairyland in the world, and has the most simple people.