Talking about cattle and sheep

Groups of cattle and sheep are grazing on the grassland, and the sentence for walking is as follows:

Standing on a high mountain and looking at the grassland below, it feels like a green rendered Chinese painting lying on the ground. Houses, sheep and people on the grassland are vividly dotted in this painting. It's like a green ocean. A strong wind blew through countless grass roots, which was really big, just like thousands of troops coming at us from Ma Benteng.

Mongolian yurts are generally round, mostly made of wooden strips, with mesh walls and umbrella-shaped roofs covered with felt and tied with ropes. There is a circular skylight in the center of the roof, which is convenient for disassembly and assembly. It is the place where Mongolian compatriots live.

At this time, the grassland was shrouded in golden silence, and the distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow. On that day, the clouds as white as milk turned into clouds as red as flames, and the grass waves subsided. Grazing cattle and sheep came from the distant grassland, and only those camels who stayed at night lingered by the lake near Liulin. The whole grassland looks calm.

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 galloping echoes in my ears, and the neigh 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.

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 my parents went to work, I sat at the door of the tent and looked at the endless grassland and white clouds floating in the blue sky. Sheep on the grassland are like sails in the sea. The shepherd galloped on the grassland on a fine horse. Sometimes, they sing pastoral songs and melodious songs fall back into the sky.

I see you. In the desert of northwest China, endless yellow sand spreads on this boundless land. With your tired eyesight, you can't see a trace of green, gurgling water or towering mountains.