After walking for two hours in Huangpi grassland, interesting and interesting programs did not appear. Thinking of my mother saying to me, "there are a lot of things to play in Huangpi grassland, and they are all fun and interesting & hellip; & hellip; 'at this time, I feel extremely boring, and I am a little disappointed and annoyed with the diary diary diary of & hellip; & hellip
'Kor, look, horse riding. Will you join one? 'My mother asked me. I opened my eyes wide, calmed down, looked around, 'really, really, yeah, Ma, I'm going to take part. 'I exclaimed, overjoyed. As soon as I said it, I had a little regret. I was afraid that I had this heart, but I didn't have the courage. Before that, I heard that someone fell down on horseback and lost his legs for a long time. I shivered when I thought about it. Just preparing to express my heart to my mother, my aunt seemed to see through my hesitation, and deliberately ridiculed me and said: 'coward, how dare you, this courage is not. 'as soon as I heard this, I got angry with my aunt, and then I came to the spirit and said confidently:' what, isn't it just riding a horse? It's a piece of cake! '
The horseback entertainment staff said to me: 'boy, pick the horse! 'I nodded and came to the stable. How many horses! Look! That white horse, sassy and heroic, which makes me think of the prince charming in fairy tales, those prince charming are also handsome. Look! The brown horse has long hair. The staff tied its hair into a small braid. From a distance, it looks like a young girl with brown skin! 'black horse! 'I cried. When I came to the black horse and looked at it carefully, it was so tall and strong that it must be called the "leader" in the horses. I laughed mischievously and said, "I'll take it! "Black horse" is generally used to describe a rising star who is outstanding among many talents or can stand out in a certain competition. I also want to be a black horse with the ambition and strength of black horse.
Riding began, climbing on the saddle, sitting on the back of the horse. The horse began to run, hanging on the horse's neck, the silver bell made a clear and pleasant sound, 'jingling', 'jingling', as if playing a quiet but happy music, but I always couldn't restrain my excited heart. I tightly grasped the bridle, bit my lips, and prayed silently in the bottom of my heart: 'time is coming, let me down quickly! 'at the same time, he also complained in his heart that he was as timid as a mouse and had no future. Listening to the pleasant sound, my impetuous heart gradually calmed down. I tried to lie on the horse and close my eyes. As soon as the wind blows, I feel that I am the happiest and luckiest person in the world, because I have had such close contact with horses.
Slowly, I am a little envious of Mongolian girls who deal with horses all day. They are born on the prairie and grow up in the prairie. They share weal and woe with horses, and the place where they live is especially happy because of horses. He opened his eyes and did not think that the horse was looking at me. He gently rubbed me with his long tail. I touched the horse's head and laughed. The horse raised its head. Is it laughing?
I don't know when, the sunset on the grassland. I'm going home. As he left the racecourse, the horse raised his hoof and hissed. I didn't speak. I was silent. I think at that time, my long eyelashes must have instigated tears that I couldn't give up & hellip; & hellip;