Excerpt and appreciation of Morning of the Prairie , sample essay of the Morning of the Prairie

How many days can you see the beauty of a beautiful city? And how many people enjoy such a view? What is the answer?

Of course, why do those areas with good environments maintain such a refreshing and pleasing scenery for many years? I was bored in the city, so I decided to go somewhere else. This summer, I went to the grassland, the seven-hour journey, slept in the car for a while, and when I woke up, I "flew" into another world as if I had crossed the century.

The sky is blue, the grass is green, and among the layers of hills, a few yurts and a few families emerge. The brook flows, one.

Blue sky, white clouds, green meadows.

These three elements come together to create this magnificent grassland.

The sky is pure blue and not adulterated with any impurities. From the light blue of the sky to the deep jewel-like blue above the head, it's all so fascinating. Under the sky, you will feel the insignificance of people, so insignificant.

It seems that only this vast grassland is left between heaven and earth, and even people have gradually integrated into it.

Clouds are good at changing faces, and they are changing their appearance all the time, and they are endless. But the clouds here are even more naughty. Lo and behold, in a moment, they are turning into little sheep, and the layers of wool are clearly visible.

In a moment, they spread out and turned into small mushrooms, sometimes into light feathers, dancing silk ....... The clouds on the grassland, against the blue sky, always have a bit of dreamy color.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep. "Isn't that exactly what this is really about? At this time, I was standing on the grassland surrounded by the Yin Mountains.

The green grass is dotted with white yurts with blue edges, which are beautiful and intoxicating. In the distance, four or five black and white cows are leisurely enjoying the fresh grass. The smell of earth in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass, gently hit my cheeks.

I am intoxicated. Suddenly, several Mongolian herdsmen roared past me on sturdy galloping horses, galloping into the distance with the crisp sound of horses' hooves, the background getting smaller and smaller, and gradually disappearing into the grassy sky.

The moment the galloping horse disappeared, my eyes were fixed there. It aroused my infinite reverie: what kind of scenery would it be like to stand there, so I began to run towards the other side of my yearning, running and running, but there was no change in front of me.

I had no choice but to go back. I looked up at the sky, and the blue blue made my noisy heart suddenly quiet, and the white white clouds above my head seemed to be within reach, which felt really extraordinary! Hehe, another gust of wind brought comfort and coolness, and disappointment turned into excitement, and I began to run freely against the wind again.

Run and run! Open your arms and embrace the lovely green grass and the lovely white clouds. Close your eyes and feel the sunshine and the breeze.

Only here can one attain true freedom, the liberation of the mind.

Oh, I love this beautiful prairie!

1. The sun is setting, and the sunset has smeared the prairie with layers of red rouge, and the liveliness of the prairie has stopped.

2. In the depths of the grassland, there are still white sheep eating grass leisurely, like pearls scattered on the grassland.

3. There are herds of cattle and horses on the grassland, and the grass returns to the original Pingchuan, which is wide and flat, and the grassland covers the earth with tender green, just like putting on a green dress for the earth.

4. At night, the starlight is brilliant, the moonlight shines on the grassland, the heaven and the earth are quiet, the evening breeze blows gently, and the grass waves rise and fall with the wind, which is extraordinarily comfortable.

5. The sunset gradually disappears, the night comes, and the night fog covers the land. The stars in the sky are reflected in the stream, like thousands of fireflies twinkling and shining. Everything became quiet.

6. The terrain is flat and vast, with slight ups and downs in the distance, and the whole earth is covered with green grass, like a thick carpet, which looks particularly fresh against the background of the blue sky.

7. The sky of the grassland is always so beautiful, from light blue to sapphire blue, unpredictable, but each color has its unique flavor, and such a beautiful scenery will inevitably make people happy.

8. In this vast green field, there are wild flowers, meadows, forests, slopes, hills, rivers, and snow-capped mountains. Nalati is worthy of being called the beautiful and colorful "aerial grassland".

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered, the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Bai Juyi. The bird is in the wild field grass and strays into the dry mulberry.

Li bai. The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night.

Lu Lun. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

Du fu. The mangrove green mountains are inclined day by day, the grass color of the long suburbs is endless, the visitors do not care about the old in spring, and step on the flowers in front of the pavilion.

Ouyang Xiu. The water of the Yellow River came up from the sky, rushed to the sea and never returned.

Li bai.

A crooked moon.

A quiet prairie.

I'm sitting next to you.

Listen to the melodious narration of the horse-head qin.

The song left by a princess.

The song drunk that poplar.

The foliage was murmuring.

They told me the secret of a thousand years ago.

In autumn, the poplar forest is more brilliant and gorgeous.

I use poplar with golden leaves.

Make a soft bed for you.

Even if it's a thousand years.

Still waiting, waiting for you to return from a long journey.

I use the perseverance of the poplar to get close.

The secret of the steppe under the moonlight.

The starry sky is twinkling.

Boundless night.

The friend oak who devoured everything is weak.

Only hide in the pasture.

A pair of dark eyes.

Hand Xiao is looking for its prey.

The wind, blowing over the high sand dunes.

Leaf fall blowing through poplar forests.

The melodious sound of the horse-head violin.

Hadari, who was squeezed into the Ao Bao by the wind.

fluttering in my heart.