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Grassland

Today, after four hours' journey, we finally came to my favorite "Saihanba Grassland". The grass on the grassland is green and beautiful!

When I stepped into the grass, I heard waves of beautiful "music", I knew it was sung by an unknown "musician". Suddenly, I feel itchy nose, a careful smell, ah! It turned out to be the fragrance of all kinds of wild flowers on the hillside! This strong fragrance makes me feel the beauty of nature and the beauty of scenery. In the distance, there are many beautiful mountains. Suddenly, a group of sheep and a group of horses appeared in my sight. The sheep were eating the green grass leisurely, while the horses were running on the grassland. How I wish I could become a horse or a sheep to run freely!

Fast away, I looked back at the sea of flowers, grass world, reluctant to leave. Grassland, plateau, snow mountain, grassland, Gobi

The west, the magic land of the motherland! The west, the bridge between eastern and Western civilizations in the history of the world! Today, the horn of the western development has been sounded. Under the irrigation of the hard work of the builders, the western region is full of vitality. Let's go into the western region with knowledge and get close to this land full of hope.

In the border of the motherland, the grassland is so beautiful, where the sky is so beautiful, in this realm, even cattle and horses sometimes stand still, enjoying the gift of nature, at the end of the month, a blue thousand miles to describe the picturesque grassland beauty. As the sheep stroll leisurely along the river, the lines of Xiaoqiu are so soft and beautiful, just like the Chinese painting with only green rendering.

In this carefree grassland, every tree, every grass, every bird is active, in this grassland free and beautiful life. Wherever sheep go, they are like embroidering big white flowers on the boundless green carpet, just like a church full of laughter. In this extremely quiet grassland, there are no hunters, no wild animals, only "residents" enjoying the beautiful grassland.

Grassland, this beautiful scene, is the pride of the motherland. Grassland stand on the grassland, you Yili look forward, or look back, are the same landscape, distant and vast, people inevitably panic for this kind of distant.

I've been to the grassland, too. Just this summer vacation, I came to Nalati, a famous prairie in Xinjiang and even in the whole country. Nalati, also known as one of the ten most beautiful grasslands in China, really conquered me. It is said that during Genghis Khan's expedition to the west, there was a Mongolian army marching from the depths of the Tianshan Mountains to Ili. It was spring, but the mountains were full of snow and wind. Hunger and cold made the army tired. They did not want to cross the mountains. In front of them, there was a vast grassland full of flowers and brocade. The spring was dense and the water was flowing. It was like entering another world. At this time, the clouds were blooming, the sun was rising, and the setting sun was like blood You yelled "narati (with the sun), narati" and left the place.

In the ancient poem, the wind blows and the grass is low. After June every year, a large number of herdsmen enter the golden season of grassland, and all kinds of gatherings of grassland people are held here. Therefore, some people say that Nalati is a resort for grassland gatherings. We ran to the side of the road in a hurry. Six of us chose a horse and bumped our ass to enter the mysterious narati. The first time I really rode a horse, I couldn't help feeling a little nervous. I held the saddle tightly and watched the horseman waving the whip behind me. My mood gradually improved with the gradual pace of the horse. Stepping on the muddy path, the clear river, and the beautiful grassland, the horse will raise its hooves and run rhythmically as soon as it clamps its belly. Looking around at the blue sky, as well as dozens of eagles on the top of their heads, their mood, flying high, high

The grassland is really beautiful. The Mongolian yurt with red roof and white edge and the boundless green grass make up the famous Xilamuren grassland in Qingcheng. Xilamuren grassland is located in Darhan maoming'an grassland, Wulanchabu League. It is a famous summer resort at home and abroad. The Mongolian language of Xilamuren means "the Yellow River", also known as "Zhaohe". It welcomes the warm wind of Hohhot in the South and listens to the bell of Bailing temple in the north. It is named because there is a Qing Dynasty Lama Temple "Puhui Temple" on the Bank of Xilamuren river.

The car slowly drove to the Mongolian People's house in the Xilamuren grassland. With a burst of beautiful grassland folk songs, several Mongolian girls came to the door with wine and hada. A cup of Baijiu and hada has become a necessary courtesy for the hospitality of Mongolian people. Came to the yurt, crispy fried rice, fresh and clean dairy products and fragrant milk tea, make people salivate.

In summer, the grassland is verdant. Take a deep breath, the fragrance of the grass and trees comes to your nostrils, making you relaxed and happy. Cattle, horses and sheep roam on the grassland, the wind blowing grass, forming a picturesque scene, just like the Northern Dynasty folk song "the sky is blue, the wild is vast, the wind blowing grass low see cattle and sheep"! Riding on horseback, leisurely, as if into a paradise.

Night, coming, very quiet. Lying on the slope of the grassland, looking up at the sky, ah, beautiful night, high sky, stars all over the sky, blinking their lovely eyes, as if to welcome our guests from afar.

"Galaxy!" I don't know who suddenly yelled. Yes, yes, it's the Milky way. It's a long Milky way. It's a long Milky Way composed of tens of millions of stars, even tens of millions of stars. A very romantic and poetic teacher told us the story of "Cowherd and Weaver Girl".

After watching the night, it is the bonfire song and dance party brought by Mongolian people. The girls and boys are singing and dancing: playing the Matouqin, dancing Mongolian Dances and singing grassland songs. Welcome to our guests. We are also infected by this atmosphere, and can't help singing and dancing.

The beautiful Xilamuren grassland is like a magic dream, which makes people have endless aftertaste! The grassland can't hear the noise of the city,

It's just a "paradise" for livestock and children.

Children play happily in paradise,

His face was filled with an indelible smile.

Grass sprouts also come out of the soil quietly,

I also want to play happy games with children. Grassland 219 B.C hw.com.CN ”Push year for you, Beidi. In the boundless grassland, the business is verdant, the wind slightly caresses, setting off a green ripple, everything is quiet, like a sigh, it will wake the sleeping grass babies. The village is located nearby. The men are herding outside, the women are working at home, and the children are playing among the dense grass. One moment they lean out their heads to have a look, and the other is disappeared. There is a peaceful smile like sunshine on everyone's face. A strong and plain breath flows among people, but no one notices it. It is peaceful. The eagle circled above and looked down around with alert and lazy eyes to guard the grassland.

It's so peaceful here, even the wolf just walked by in a hurry and didn't take anything away. I live here, a place without weapons, without blood. War seems to be out of reach. I just know how to play with my friends.

As a philosopher said: "nothing in the world is absolute.". The peace on the grassland was finally broken. I can't forget that day, a pair of savage armored soldiers broke into the grassland and threatened us to surrender or kill us. My father said that the grassland belongs to the Beidi people and can't be given to them. As a result, the pure grassland was stained with the first drop of blood in a hundred years, and I saw the bright red of blood for the first time. The dream of peace is broken. We can only resist, but how can we resist so many demons in armor. Dad took his last breath, put me on the horse and ran to the distance.

The grassland surrounded by talons is already covered with dark clouds. It's hard to believe that the peaceful northern tribes were destroyed. My father, mother, brother and friends of the same race, their blood has cast an indelible shadow over the grassland. I will never forget!

In September, it snowed very early. It covered the red grass, the burning tents, and the bodies of the dead. But it's hard to hide my hatred

In 214 B.C., Gushan Mountain. My father's chest was pierced, my mother's hand was cut off, and my brother shot several arrows to protect me. I can't bear to see these scenes lingering in my dream. So, I remember a terrible name in the world - Ying Zheng

These years, I went to the Central Plains, worshipped my teacher, and kept hiding in Gushan to practice my sword. Master is a kind old man. He sympathizes with my experience, so he takes me as an apprentice and gives me a sword. The sword technique taught by master is very difficult, but I've practiced it with my heart, and I've got a little success.

All my friends in the world are master and the sword. I often stare at the sword. I don't know the pattern on the sword. It's like reposing my sorrow. For five years, it's like this. Every time I think about grassland, I feel an uncontrollable anger and pain in my heart. I want to cry but I can't cry. I think the pain in my heart reaches the limit, which is that I want to cry without tears. I once heard from my master that this sword is an ancient sword, which is very helpful to my sword skills. Fortunately, I took good care of it. It is not rusty and still sharp.

Master always likes to tell me something I don't understand. I remember he said that in front of the friendship between people, everything is not important, and he also said when it is time to repay each other. I don't understand. Master didn't explain. Another time, I asked my master what the name of this sword was, but he asked me why I had to practice it. I said that I wanted revenge. Shifu laughed. It was very mysterious. Then he slowly told me that the sword lives because of people's ideas. Since you want revenge, it is the revenge sword. With that, he left, not happy.

In the autumn of my fifth year in Xiaoshan, I was inspired by another piece of news. Some people want to organize an uprising against Xianyang. I really want to take part in it. After all, it's a good chance for me to take revenge. I went to ask Shifu, who said with a smile that I had grown up and let me choose for myself. So I made a choice without hesitation.

set out!

September 214 BC, Xianyang suburb. The cold wind outside the tent darted in from the door of the cut curtain, and attacked every corner of the Chinese Army's tent with lightning. I stood at the door, with blood dripping from my sword. In the empty tent, opposite sat a man, Ying Zheng

In the battlefield behind me, the corpses of the Qin army lay in all directions, and none of them could resist my sword. Just as the Qin army invaded Beidi five years ago, our uprising army quickly annihilated all the Qin army and gained a decisive advantage. After five years of anger in my heart, I finally let it all out today. I waved my sword wildly and rushed in like a mad lion. All the soldiers who stood in my way fell into a pool of blood and screams. It was so miserable. I don't care so much, I only have two words in my heart -- revenge!

Now, standing in the account of the Chinese army, I feel calm gradually. I approached step by step, he said