-Write your own introduction.
Spring in Inner Mongolia is very mild.
After the Qingming Festival, she came, and she came quickly. But she is not as early and timely as her sisters in Jiangnan and Zhongyuan. She traveled all the way. She was late. It was because she came late that she was very shy and refused to lift the veil, making it difficult for people to see her appearance clearly. However, shyness can hardly hide her cheerful personality. A few wisps of spring breeze quickly brushed off her veil, and people can see her gentle and beautiful image everywhere in the grassland, in the mountains and in Pingchuan. The green grass tip pokes its head out from under the yellow grass root and looks around; A touch of pale green was added to the folds of Daqingshan, like a dragon that had been sleeping for a winter and put on new clothes, and began to twist its newborn body; The dry Pingchuan has also become moist, emitting the fragrance of earth; Willow branches are blue, swaying in the spring breeze ... just a spring rain, even if only a layer of land is soaked, it will decorate the mountains and rivers here with endless green, so that everything is immersed in the embrace of green.
Look! Thousands of sheep and horses are enjoying the delicious food that spring has given them. After eating and drinking enough, they opened the snow nest on the vast grassland and looked for yellow grass roots that were almost inedible. Farmers are swinging whips, eating and drinking oxen, or driving iron oxen. With a bang, they turn over the land that has just woken up after sleeping for half a year and sprinkle hope for the next year. Ah, in spring, if you were a beautiful girl when you first set foot in Inner Mongolia, then you can be called a loving mother, because you not only brought beautiful scenery to Inner Mongolia, but also brought sunshine, rain and dew and longing. Spring in Inner Mongolia is determined.
Although she was late, it was not her responsibility. She won't procrastinate, she has a determined style. In just a few days, her trail was printed all over the mountains and rivers in Wan Li, Inner Mongolia, so she looked like a warm-blooded young man. See. Roadsides, fields and mountains, a few days ago, there were dead branches everywhere, but now they are full of green leaves; Look again: in ponds and rivers, those cracked ice surfaces suddenly disappeared, and only pieces of water with green waves were rippling and flowing. Come on! Amazingly fast! It seems that in an instant, the land of Inner Mongolia took off its frozen and bloated winter clothes and replaced them with spring clothes with flowers and green plants. Although there will be cold wind, heavy snow and heavy rain, everything here is fearless, but full of spring and vitality. From this, I saw the strong character of Inner Mongolia in spring. Oh! This is your unique personality, how can spring in Jiangnan and Central Plains be comparable to you!
Inner Mongolia's resolute character in spring is created in this unique environment, and it has withstood the severe test and been maintained and carried forward in the tempering of this unique environment.
Listen, the spring breeze is roaring. Just from this sound, you will feel its seriousness; You see, the dense flying sand hit the newly emerged grass tip and buried it in the ground in an instant. Or on a gloomy night, you suddenly hear a small sound outside the window and think happily: it's snowing. However, when you go out in the morning, you will be surprised to find that the wet ground is sparsely covered with a thin layer of ice. Oh, it was raining and snowing. At this time, you will be anxious about the green grass in the snow nest, worried about the buds on the branches, and worried that they can't withstand the sudden cold attack. However, when the warm sun rises gradually, the thin layer of ice and snow suddenly disappears, and the green grass holds its head high and smiles in their moisture; The bright green of willow also tries to open the hard shell, like deliberately opening the window to absorb the unique fresh air after the rain. After reading these, you will sincerely admire: this is really a miracle! The wind and sand in spring, the rain and snow in spring, and the cold in spring are all intentionally tempering her children and grandchildren. They can completely withstand this severe test and are full of perseverance. Tasting the special style of gentle and firm spring in Inner Mongolia will naturally remind you of the beautiful feelings of the people in Inner Mongolia. They are very friendly and kind, and even foreign compatriots will become brothers. If any Han brothers come to the grassland, the Mongolian Brotherhood will ride for dozens of miles to meet you. When you step into the yurt, the hospitable host will hold a bowl of mellow wine over your head and hand it to you. This kind of atmosphere and friendship will make you feel the warmth of spring. Where can I feel "in a foreign land"? If you are lucky enough to watch the harness show, you will be attracted by the fierce scene. Watching the fierce horse gallop back and forth, watching the heroic posture of the prancing horse crossbar, and listening to the majestic neigh and hoofbeat of the fierce horse, you can't help but exclaim: Ah! Mongolian brother, how firm and strong you are. You tamed Wu Liang's wild horse, and the heavy snow retreated in front of you.
It is the character of Inner Mongolia people to see rigidity in softness and softness in rigidity, which is also the character of Inner Mongolia in spring. I deeply love this special land-Inner Mongolia Plateau, and I sincerely eulogize you-Spring in Inner Mongolia!
I love the grassland in my hometown.
My hometown is Inner Mongolia, where there is a vast grassland that makes everyone who has been there linger.
I have seen the vastness of the sea, but the grassland is wider than the sea; I have seen green forests, but grasslands are greener than forests; I have seen beautiful gardens, but grasslands are more beautiful than gardens.
The grassland is greener than anywhere else. It is green and broad, which makes people feel full of vitality; It is rough green, with a touch of green, without any whitewash; It is simple green, green, green, tender green ... all kinds of green, without any artificial decoration.
The grassland is very beautiful, like a garden carefully cultivated by nature and a green carpet full of flowers in Zhang Xiu. You can see small wild flowers everywhere, red, yellow, pink, purple, blue and white, which is refreshing. That kind of beauty belongs to nature, and nature gives human beings the opportunity to watch it. We should enjoy it and feast our eyes.
There are herds of cattle and sheep on the grassland, and herders ride horses on the grassland, not to mention prestige. The sheep on the grassland are very docile, and you are not afraid to get close to it. On the contrary, you say "baa, baa" twice to welcome.
I love the grassland in my hometown. It is worthy of being "the sky is grey, the wild is vast, the wind blows grass and the cattle and sheep are low."
Beautiful grassland
Author: Grade 7, Five Teams Baby Composition Style: Landscape Keywords: Beautiful Prairie Published: May 9, 2008 Popularity:
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Dense grassland, flocks of cattle and sheep, blue sky, clear and affectionate moon lake, simple and kind herders ... this is the beautiful Hongyuan prairie in Aba Autonomous Prefecture in western Sichuan. ?
The bird and the wind gently woke me up from my dream. At dawn, the sun rose from the horizon and dyed the gray-blue sky pink, orange-red and golden yellow. Pushing open the window, the breeze from the grassland came face to face. Ah, the grassland morning is as romantic as poetry and as beautiful as painting. I can't help wanting to sing a song. I just turned on the sound when I suddenly heard "baa, baa!" The sheep barked, followed by a crisp whip. I looked around doubtfully and thought, who is playing me? It turned out that a shepherd boy in a Tibetan robe came here with his sheep. Those sheep were small white at first, and soon they became fat and lovely lambs. The sweat on the shepherd boy's face is like pearls shining in the sun, which shows that he has kept sheep for a long time. Then a cold wind blew and I sneezed, so I quickly got dressed and ran out. ?
His red face was slightly rough, and he grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. Soon I chatted with the little shepherd boy. He is 8 years old and Tibetan. I told him about our city, my home, my school, teachers and classmates. No matter what I said, he listened carefully. ?
We were tired of playing and sat on the grass. I took out a comic book. At this time, he sat next to me curiously, blushing and saying, "Can you … lend it to me?" I said, "No problem." He put down his whip, wiped his hands on his robe, carefully took the book, turned it up carefully one by one, and looked at the comic book that I had read more than ten times. I can't bear to disturb him. I quietly got up and picked up the sheep whip, waved it on the grassland and played with the sheep. The sun shines gently on the grass. On the grassland, two Chinese and Tibetan friends bathed in the breeze and the morning sun, each with his own fun. The morning on the grassland is quiet and beautiful. ?
The morning glow has gone, the sun is shining, and the grassland is getting lively. It's time for me to leave my Tibetan friends. I am reluctant to leave this beautiful place with fond memories of Hongyuan Prairie and nostalgia for Tibetan friends.