Last summer, my family followed the tour group to visit the Inner Mongolia prairie. Walking into the grassland, we seem to be in a green ocean. Looking around, the green waves rise and fall until the end of the day. The sky is as blue as washing, pure as blue, almost transparent as blue, and the snow-white clouds are blown by the wind and slowly dispersed. Under the blue sky and white clouds, flocks of cattle and sheep play freely, some bow their heads to taste tender grass, some take a leisurely walk, and some run happily. A winding stream flows slowly through the middle of the grassland. The stream is crystal clear, and colorful wildflowers bloom by the stream and are reflected in the water, which is particularly bright. From time to time, several horses and cows wagged their long tails and went to the stream to drink water. The stream was sparkling. In the distance, wisps of smoke rose over the round yurt, and the grassland echoed with the melodious pastoral songs of Tibetan girls.

"Wow ... wow ..." It was raining cats and dogs from the sky, and the sky, which had just been extremely mild, suddenly changed its face. The heavy rain drove the unprepared tourists back to the car. Through the window, through the rain curtain, I saw the grass and flowers on the ground soaked by the rain, but I still stood stubbornly with my weak body, and my heart was unconsciously full of emotions. After a while, the rain stopped and a beautiful rainbow hung in the air, just like a colorful bridge. Tourists can't wait to get off the bus, stand on the wet grass, breathe the sweet and humid breath, and silently thank everyone for the rain and dew.

I was deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me. The prairie far away from the noise of the city is really a fairyland on earth.