The sheep went up the mountain for a while, and then went down the mountain. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on an endless green carpet.

Original text:

This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other places. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green. The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet.

The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. The green color is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.

We visited Chenbaerhu Banner. The car walked 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands. Go 150 miles, or grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around.

After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance-river! There are more cattle and sheep, I see horses, and there is a faint whipping sound. Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain. Men, women and children dressed in various colors immediately danced like rainbows.

This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away. When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together. The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts.

Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars. Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. The master got off the horse, so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. You say yours, I say mine. Generally speaking, it is national unity and mutual assistance.

Somehow, I got into the yurt. Pour milk tea, put milk tofu, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, very enthusiastic and not at home at all. After a while, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton. The cadres toasted us, and the elderly in their 70s toasted us. We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate.

At this time, Ewenki girls wore pointy hats and were a little shy in generosity, singing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast. Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile.

After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?

Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?

Moral: Mongolian and Han people have a deep friendship and can't bear to part immediately. In the sunset, they told each other their feelings of parting on the boundless prairie.

Extended data

Grassland is an essay written by Lao She, a modern writer and poet. The article mainly talks about grassland scenery map, welcome map and Mongolian-Chinese get-together map. Finally, the author quoted a sentence: "Why don't Mongolians and China people love each other? The sky is greener than grass, and the sun sets in the west ",which expresses the author's love for grassland and the deep friendship between Mongolia and Han."

Lao She (1February 3, 899-1August 24, 966), formerly known as Shu Qingchun, used to have other pen names, such as Qingqing, Hongse and Feizi. Manchu in Beijing is a red flag man. China is a modern novelist, a famous writer, an outstanding language master and a people's artist. He is the first writer in New China to win the title of "People's Artist".

Representative works include Camel Xiangzi, Four Generations of a Family, Teahouse and so on. Lao She worked selflessly all her life. He is a well-deserved "model worker" in the literary and art circles. 1966, Lao She was forced to sink into Taiping Lake in Beijing due to vicious attacks and persecution during the Cultural Revolution.

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