Ask for the heavenly grassland after reading!!!! 30

In my vague childhood memories, I was born in a white yurt with cooking smoke, a vast prairie, a cradle when I was asleep, a playmate when I played, and a temple when I studied. I cherish the land that raised me as if it were my own, and bathe in this river of mine, why are you always as pure as my mother's milk? The goshawk is looking in the sky, the black horses are galloping freely, under the flat-topped mountain, the herds of cattle and sheep, and you, my heavenly grassland, and your melodious pastoral songs, accompany me to sleep night and night.

I like to gallop and sing, and it is like going back to the time of legends, and I aspire to be a wolf like my ancestors to travel the world and see the boundless ocean in my grandfather's story.

And now, I really left you and came to this strange place, without the yurt, without the pasture, just for a small ideal in my heart and keep busy. There were laughter and tears, once proud and once discouraged. But, but I have never regretted it, for whenever I dragged my tired body to sleep, I found that your melodious pastoral song echoed in my ears again; I found that my heart, oh, has been jumping on the emerald grassland.

O crystal clear river, I really found that the song was like a trumpet, and that heart gave me strength and hope!

Tengritara, my heavenly steppe, I don't understand until now why my ancestors have to return to you after a thousand hardships and dangers, why I always feel that you are constantly looking forward to me in a foreign land!

The Mongolians are the sons of the steppe, and the sons of the steppes are such a nomadic country.

Tengritara, my heavenly steppe, please listen to me, I am also a son of the grassland, I am also a son of the grassland, everything I do today is to one day, I can return to you, stroke the wrinkles on your face, drive away the raging storm for you, and let your old smile bloom again!

Wait for me, my heavenly grassland, my hometown of eternal life, my mother!

After reading it, I just didn't feel it.

In the summer vacation, I studied the text of the first lesson of the second volume of the fifth grade: If the sky is a steppe, this short essay writes about the conversation between the Mongolian and Han people, the Mongolian people warmly entertain the guests of the Cong Han people who come to the Mongolian people, although the language of the Dongchang people in Lianglu is different, but their hearts are the same, the first paragraph of the grassland is all written about the grassland of the Mongolian people, the Mongolian people are not like us, we have a house to live early, and they can only live in tents, they ride horses from far away to meet the guests, The guests didn't want to leave at all, they just wanted to stay a little longer. Although the guests did not want to leave, but after all, this is not the place where we should stay, so the guests left in the end, this short essay writes about the Mongolian people's warm hospitality to the guests, they tremble frankly, and they can talk differently, which shows that their friendship is very deep.

The beauty of language.

Read Chi Zijian** "Grassland".

One drizzly afternoon, I read Chi Zijian's ** "Grassland" on the Internet. The plot is very simple, telling the story of the experience of "Wang Tula" in the grassland. Wang Tula was ordered to go to the steppe to repay the money owed by the factory to the herdsman Arongi, and met Altai, a man on a horse, at the inn.

Altai's family lived in poverty, and in order to raise money for his son's competition, he decided to sell his beloved steed. Wang Tuola couldn't help but draw his sword to help, and gave the money to be repaid to Altai. Soon, Wang Tuola came to Ah Rongji's house as scheduled and explained to him the reason why he could not repay the money this time, however, Ah Rongji said that Wang Tuola had been deceived.

Later it turned out that Arongi's prophecy was not accurate, and Wang Tula received letters and money from Altai's sons.

is such a simple story, in the expression of Chi Zijian's beautiful language, people feel the sincerity and beauty that touches the heart. Sincerity and beauty have always been the theme of Chi Zijian's performance. "Prairie" devotes a lot of space to describe the beauty of the Mid-Autumn Festival on the grassland, the refreshing and transparent blue sky and green grass on the empty grassland, which is simple and bright and intoxicating, and then ferments a poignant story in the intoxication.

This is a unique skill created by Chi Zijian**. Why did Chi Zijian pour so much beauty into the grassland, because a beautiful environment can produce a beautiful soul. Wang Tula's soul is beautiful, maybe this beauty may be discounted in the noisy city where desire is rampant, but under the bright moon, the beauty of the soul is so moving.

Chi Zijian is worthy of being a master of language, and the text of riding on Tianju to enjoy the moonlight on the grassland makes people feel the charm of language. "Once the moon shows its head, it is like a bride getting on a sedan chair, although she is also shy, but she is happy to go out of the boudoir. Soon, half of the moon became more than half, the light and shadow on the grassland floated, and the gloomy atmosphere was completely gone.

The moon rose faster than I had imagined, and as I saw it get higher and rounder, it finally could no longer hold its plumpness, and with a "Teng-" sound, it separated from the earth and embarked on a journey to heaven. The arrival of new life is always accompanied by crying, and the same is true of the moon, the moment it is reborn, its cheeks are wet. "There have been many descriptions of the moon throughout the ages, and it is rare to describe the moon like Chi Zijian.

Chi Zijian's moon is the moon with life, the moon full of feelings. Recently, I read the American writer Semirian's "** Aesthetics", in this book on primary school creation, Semirian advocates that ** language should have a power to shake the reader's heart. I think Semirian is right when he says that language is the most basic element, and only vivid and realistic language can guide the author into the design situation.

Chi Zijian's success is largely due to her excellent language skills, her unique aesthetic pursuit of rhythm, rhyme and words at the rhetorical level, reflecting a good artistic sense and a firm stance on folk writing. "Prairie" can be said to be a model of Chi Zijian's ** language.

This is my little feeling after reading Chi Zijian**, which belongs to the kind that is bold and not ashamed!

The sunset, the grassland, the felt bag, the flock of sheep ......Everything seemed so quiet. Suddenly, an ancient Mongolian long tune sounded slowly. In the midst of the song, the group walked out of one of the largest yurts.

They hugged each other and then shook hands. After walking a few steps, he hugged again, looking very reluctant. Most of these people were Mongols dressed in national costumes, while others were clearly Han Chinese.

They said goodbye to each other and said goodbye to each other for the coming year. The old man of the Mongolian tribe trembled, but insisted on crutches to see off the guests who traveled far away. The children gathered around the feet of the Han uncles and aunts, asking when they would come back.

These Han Chinese are clearly from the metropolis. They are fashionably dressed, well-behaved, and look generous and confident everywhere. But at this moment of separation, I couldn't help but redden.

On this rippling grassland with ancient customs, facing this group of bold and honest Mongolian masters. The memories of being a guest will be deeply engraved in their minds and reminiscent of a lifetime.

Eventually, the Han people stepped into their cars. It was a sleek "Land Rover" off-road vehicle. The car whistled and slowly passed among the lovely flocks of sheep.

In the face of this behemoth monster, the sheep were not surprised at all. Still leisurely grazing, watching the monster go away peacefully. Obviously, in their minds, they have seen monsters as companions.

At this moment, several young Mongolian men suddenly jumped on horseback and chased the distant cart. As they galloped, they pulled their necks and sang loudly. At the same time, the old people and women picked up the horse-head violin and played it.

At this moment, although the world was no longer quiet, their original sad mood gradually became clear with the singing and piano sounds. At the same time, the end of the world, the green grass, and the slanting sun, the three seem to gradually become one, merging into an eternally engraved picture.

Oh, yes! A temporary parting is just for a more joyful reunion.

Inner Mongolia's vast and beautiful natural scenery --- grasslands are simply a natural scenery in Mongolia and unique in the world. "Beautiful steppe my home", the steppe is a natural green, and the Mongolian people there are very welcoming.