If you come, they have been preparing for it for several days, and they are too excited to sleep. On the day you come, they will wear colorful clothes, regardless of gender, age. They galloped on horseback. Ribbon dance. When they saw our car, they immediately turned their heads. Their faces are full of smiles, and even the sound of whips is somewhat cheerful and joyful.
Finally, the Mongols invited you into the Mongolian yurt, put on the Mongolian robe and began to eat.
Milk skin, beef jerky and milk tofu are all set. Soon, the hospitable host served a large plate of mutton. They generously take out the wine that has been treasured at home for decades for you to taste. That smell makes you memorable. Soon, Mongolian girls danced folk dances, and the older ones, who were not backward, also performed Ma Touqin and sang songs. That sound, let you indulge in it. Young boys followed suit and performed equestrian and wrestling. That posture, let you shocking.
In the evening, they will let you attend the annual bonfire party. A group of people holding hands, heart to heart, singing and dancing around the bonfire.
In the morning, when the first sunshine shines into the yurt through the window, it shines on you. You woke up, but there was no one there. It turns out that the hardworking Mongolian people are now working. Walking out of the yurt, the whole grassland is in a haze. Only a few yurts in the distance are looming in the clouds. Only a few intermittent Ma Touqin sounds were heard in the distance, but no one was there.
When the fog cleared, I saw the little shepherd boy riding leisurely on horseback, whipping cattle and sheep. The boys, dressed in animal skins, galloped on horses. Oh, it's an old man playing the piano.
When you leave, they will reluctantly say goodbye and hug you. Ask when you will come again. They will always welcome you.
This is my hometown-Horqin Grassland in Inner Mongolia.
Grade 5: Hu Yue.