Grassland tourism talks about mood classics.

On the endless grassland, the horses galloped, swept across the grassland like the wind, and disappeared into the depths of the grassland in a dusty sky. Only the sound of rushing echoes in my ears, and the neighing of horses lingers in my mind. As the flying dust fell to the ground, everything recovered as before, leaving only the heroic scene in my mind.

Spring breeze eats grass in the blue sky. The spring rain is light, the grass sprouts and the earth is green. White mushroom-shaped yurts are dotted on the carpet-like grassland, which is particularly eye-catching. The beautiful song of the shepherdess echoed on the grassland, and flocks of cattle and sheep fell to the ground like white clouds in the sky. What a picturesque scene!

The grassland is colored. White clouds are floating in the blue sky, corresponding to the green Yuan Ye of the earth. Sheep are white in the green, like a pearl scattered on a green velvet blanket. Wildflowers are scattered all over the grassland, dotted in this green ocean, making the grassland colorful?

Fate is a kite, floating in the air in your hands. Fate is a smile, written on the face and loved in the heart. Fate is a kind of mood, far away is very light, near is very heavy. Fate is a breeze that brings my love into your heart.

There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.

There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.

Beautiful grassland scenery, melodious Ma Touqin sound, fragrant milk tea, simple and high-pitched Mongolian folk songs, and hospitable Mongolian compatriots? Horses are running, herders are singing, and flowers, cows, sheep, horses and herders on the grassland form a very beautiful picture.

As soon as I stepped into the grassland, I fell in love with this beautiful grassland, where the air is fresh and there is no noise and whistle of the city. Looking around, green grasslands, fat cattle and sheep, ponies grazing on the ground, shepherds waving whips and singing melodious Mongolian long tunes let me enter a wonderful reverie. When I came to my senses, I saw yurts, dotted with vast grasslands like stars.

Night arrival, very quiet. Lying on the slightly inclined grassland hillside, looking up at the sky, ah, what a beautiful night, the high sky, full of stars, blinking their lovely eyes, as if welcoming our distant guests.

When you gallop on this grassland, thousands of fat sheep, fat horses and fat cows can be seen everywhere. They eat butter grass with milk, and their hair color is particularly bright, as if every hair tip is risking oil stars. Especially those yellow cattle, flower cattle, 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.