Prairie Copywriting

Grand Prairie Copy (Selected 64 sentences) 1. Hovering up the mountainside, the hills are filled with unknown wildflowers, colorful and beautiful. The whole mountainside is like a carpet of flowers stretching out at your feet. The mountains lure you onward and upward, because every time you think you've reached the highest peak, you realize that there's a mountain even higher than the one before you. 2. On the distant slopes, a few patches of unmelted snow are shining brightly in the sun. A few meandering streams have not yet thawed, cutting the vast yellow wilderness into pieces. The unique gusts of wind on the grassland seem to be carrying the fishy odor left by the cattle and sheep. 3. When I arrived at the grassland, the weather was bone-chillingly cold. I put on my jacket, stepped out of the car, looked around and felt so good. The grassland is so beautiful! The terrain is flat and vast, in the distance there is a slight undulation, the whole earth is covered with green grass, like a thick layer of carpet, in the blue sky under the reflection, it looks extra fresh. 4. Unconsciously came to the prairie, at a glance, because of the relationship between the fall, the grass is dyed golden yellow by the autumn wind, a piece of gold on the gold there are some embellishments, black, white, like to the earth's mother that beautiful golden clothes added a few small flowers, looks so beautiful. 5. like grassland, yearning for grassland. Grass fertilizer and water beauty is fascinating; hometown pastures; everywhere fragrant; floating out of the grasslands to the far away, floating into my dream. This prairie journey, but also my life journey; dream trip; unforgettable journey; happy journey; I will always remember in the years. 6. The warbler grass long grassland is blue clouds, clouds floating around, very leisurely, warbler grass long grassland and leisurely clouds together is incomparably appropriate, people standing in the grassland to see this kind of scene will be happy, beautiful can not be beautiful. 7. The sun goes down in the west, the evening sun puts the prairie smeared with a layer of red red rouge, the prairie's lively stop. 8. The afterglow of the setting sun warmly sprinkled on the dark green Hulunbeier grasslands, the evening sun maps out the colorful light, silky. Soft. Thin. Woven into a colorful halo. If you take the soft light as strings. Green grassland as the wood, the sound of all living things is the sound of heaven and earth to play the divine music. All of these macroscopic scenery. Micro ethereal more added to the mystery of the prairie color and soft tone. 9. The sky into the pre-dawn darkness, only the southern sky can see some light. Birds began to chirp happily, following the sound of searching, but could not find hiding in which grass from the middle, chickens clucked out of the nest, to go looking for early insects. The sky to the east became more inky blue, that a touch of red also became not just bright and red, more like a drop of red stains on the canvas, and then have a hand to wipe a little, soft and light can not cover the sky. 10. The terrain is flat and vast, in the distance there is a slight undulation, the whole earth is covered with green grass, like a thick carpet, in the blue sky, looks particularly fresh. 11. The birds and Granny Wind gently woke me up from my dream, and through the morning sun, the sun rose from the horizon, painting the gray-blue sky pink, orange, and golden yellow. Push open the window, the fresh breeze of the prairie meets your face, ah, the morning of the prairie, as romantic as a poem, as beautiful as a picture. 12. Night, came, very quiet. Lying on the slightly tilted grassland hillside, looking up at the sky, ah, so beautiful night, high in the sky, stars all over the sky. Competing for color, blinking those lovely eyes of theirs, as if they were welcoming us guests who had come from afar. 13. far away on the grass, a brown old horse in the leisurely grazing, beside a brown-red pony quietly snuggled in the side of the mother, seems to be listening to the mother to tell that distant story. Suddenly, the little one began to run wildly, the oily mane flashed with golden light, like brown lightning across the grassland. 14. The starry sky at night is so beautiful, especially at night in the grassland, the stars twinkle as if they were diamonds in the light, next to a curved moon, hanging on the edge of the starry river, the stars want to be a river, flowing to the other side of the sky, this is the first beautiful and peaceful night I spent in the grassland. 15. After a while, the sky became brighter, and the clouds to the south showed white. Gray. Red. The sky also transitioned from blue to light blue, and then merged with the red clouds, and a few wisps of dark clouds covered the sky like a veil. All of a sudden, the red color in the east looked like it had squeezed through the clouds, radiating a red light from the air and illuminating the earth, the red color wasn't blinding or as red as it had been earlier. The sky in the west also became bright, the clouds turned white, and the moon disappeared at some point. 16. As the day grew dark, we came to the home of a Mongolian, who lived in a yurt. The hospitable Mongolian used cheese. Milk. The Mongolian hospitable people entertained us with cheese, milk, mutton and many other hearty meals. The scenery is beautiful and so are the people. 17. The grassland in summer night gives people a kind of quiet coziness. Moonlight, breeze, light and shadow swaying, insects chirping, grass fragrance, is so beautiful, quiet. The grassland is more interesting to enjoy the moon. When the moon in the sky, silver overflowing, full of stars are eclipsed. Not like in the city to see the moon - although round but also small, poor, listless through the withered yellowish light, here the moon and big and round, white bright as if hanging in the air of the silver tray, the bright moonlight sprinkled, like a veil, like a clear stream from the grass flow through, more and more accentuated the grasslands of the broad and holy. 18. look at the boundless grassland steeds galloping, the wind swept from the grassland, in a cloud of dust, disappeared in the depths of the grassland, only the sound of the gallop echoed in the ears, the horse's neighing in the heart of the recall, along with the splash of dust to the ground, all restored to the beginning, only the heroic scene stayed in the mind. 19. Summer grassland, the morning air is particularly fresh, I pestered my father to walk on the grassland. The fragrance of the grass to the face, the red sunrise is rising from the horizon, for the vast grassland gilded with a layer of gold. The dewdrops on the grass leaves, like pearls set on the emerald, glittering with colorful light. I saw many pink . White. Yellow or blue unknown flowers, the grassland dressed up very beautiful. And the lively birds chirping and jumping in the grass. 20. Perhaps because of the melodiousness of the grassland folk songs, perhaps because of the grassland ancient poetry of the pale, in my heart has been growing a dream of the grassland. The blue sky, the white clouds, the green grass, the brilliant flowers, the wind flying around the song, the figure of the horse galloping at will ...... imagine that all is wonderful, as if the dream of the grassland is the world of hard to find the peach source. The soul of the grassland dream lies in her beauty and freedom, the grassland can let me be fascinated, but also in this. 21. This grassland complex, as in the snowy mountains on top of the blue lotus flower, holy. Elegant. Noble. Static beauty, seems to carry a trace of unspeakable sadness and silence, along the winding pastoral road, along the soothing melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle, through the years of the river, through the dust of history, let a person be mesmerized by the soul, haunting. 22. stepping on the green grassland, can not see the end, that seems to be a green blanket has been spread to the sky, to welcome the arrival of the guests, the clouds in the sky is like the tailor cut into a variety of lace, stocking this green, the sky has become warm also with a light green variety of lace quilts, herds of cows and sheep from time to time to enjoy the gifts of nature, and sometimes let go of the air, as if it is also in with the consciousness of the recall of this green. Shepherds in the side of the tent, occasionally look up at the sky, small children in the surrounding play around, the sun red face, did not speak, just in the happy smile. The air at the moment, very restful, there is a warm wind, there is also a faint fragrance of green. 23. The grassland sky is always so beautiful, from light blue to jewel blue, unpredictable, but each color has its unique flavor, so beautiful scenery will inevitably make people happy. 24. boundless grassland, a bright green, by the light of the most light, like a layer of gold dust, with the gusts of the morning wind, set off a blue wave of gold waves. Blooming wildflowers of all colors, here a clump, there a piece, bathed in sunshine, in the vast grassland, exudes a rich fragrance, as far as the eye can see, the wildflowers as colorful clouds, drifting down in the green grassland. 25. The grassland sky is always so beautiful, from light blue to jewel blue, unpredictable, but each color has its unique flavor, so beautiful scenery will inevitably make people happy. 26. Perhaps because of the melodiousness of the grassland folk songs, perhaps because of the grassland ancient poetry of the pale, in my heart has been growing a dream of the grassland. The blue sky, the white clouds, the green grass, the brilliant flowers, the wind flying around the song, the figure of the horse galloping at will ...... imagine all is wonderful, as if the dream of the prairie is the world of hard to find the peach source. The soul of the grassland dream, lies in her beauty and freedom, the grassland can let me be fascinated by, is also in this. 27. like grassland, yearning for grassland. Grass fertilizer and water beauty is fascinating; hometown pasture; everywhere fragrant; floating out of the grasslands to the far away, drifting into my dream. This prairie journey, but also my life journey; dream trip; unforgettable journey; happy journey; I will always remember in the years. 28. Grassland or moving or static, all with its warmth and greatness to prove that the life of the endless. Perhaps, everyone should have a piece of nature, belong to their own source of life. Life can be so busy that people can't catch their breath night after night; the mind can be so numb that it can't hear its own voice; people can shut themselves in the four cold walls of mud, but no matter what, they can't block the source of life to the call of instinct. --I came to the grassland in search of a light that shines in the dark gray. 29. The night had come, and it was very quiet. Lying on the slightly sloping grassland hillside, looking up at the sky, ah, a beautiful night, high in the sky, the stars are full of sky. Competition, blinking their those lovely eyes, as if to welcome us guests who have come from afar. 30. The eagle, however, is over the yellow meadow, flying freely, it carries the blue sky on its back, seems to be calling for the arrival of spring. The eagle's sky, despite the dark clouds and lightning and thunder, has sharpened its wings to the point where they can pierce the sky! 31. Nearby, situated two or three round yurts, yurts are mainly composed of four colors: white . Blue. Yellow and red. White represents milk, blue represents the sky, yellow represents the earth, and red represents the sun. Not far away, there are a few stallions in the grassland happily gallop, long tail and mane in the run high up, after a while, they stop, elegantly eat grass to come, this time the horse looks docile. 32. When you arrive at the Damshang Grassland, in front of you is the endless green, like a sea of green. Nearby, flocks of cattle and sheep leisurely eating grass, a few horses in the prairie is galloping past; distant mountains in the blue sky under the backdrop appears to be more green, the grasslands not only more animals, more mountains and the scenery is also very beautiful. 33. Gusts of wind blowing, the grass in the wind dance, one after another, standing in the vast Hulunbeier Prairie, I feel that I am also a grass, wearing a beautiful green dress, dancing in the wind, not only I plant, this piece of grass on the prairie are dancing. 34. I stood up and slowly raised my head, a bird like an egret flew over my head, with its beak crowing, as if singing the prairie's beauty. My eyes moved with the birds and saw the windmills in the distance. It turns out that Inner Mongolia relies on windmills to generate electricity. A touch of cool wind blew, the distant windmill a little bit of movement, just those white birds disappeared in the clouds above the windmill. 35. Without having been to the grassland, you can't understand the "sky pale, wild, wind-blown grass low see cattle and sheep" of the lonesome and far-reaching; without having been to the grassland, you don't know 'the sky dome presses down. Clouds want to rub shoulders 'of that boldness and spontaneity; have not been to the grasslands, you will never be able to appreciate in front of the majesty and greatness of nature, your soul is a kind of how to tremble and shock! 36. Along the hillside circling up, the mountains are unknown wildflowers, colorful and beautiful. The whole mountainside is like a carpet of flowers stretching out at your feet. The mountains lure you to keep moving forward, because every time when you think you have climbed to the highest peak, only to find that a mountain in front of more than a mountain high. 37. When I arrived at the grassland, the weather was bone-chillingly cold. I put on my jacket, stepped out of the car, looked around, and felt so good. The grassland is so beautiful! The terrain is flat and vast, in the distance there is a slight undulation, the whole earth is covered with green grass, like a thick layer of carpet, in the blue sky, it looks extraordinarily fresh. 38. The sky entered the pre-dawn darkness, and only the southern sky could see some bright light. Birds began to chirp cheerfully, following the sound of searching, but could not find hiding in which grass from the middle of the chickens clucked out of the nest, to go in search of early worms to go. The eastern sky became more inky blue, that a touch of red also became not just bright and red, more like a drop of red stains on the canvas, and then have a hand to wipe a little, soft and pale can not cover the sky. 39. On the horizon in the city, often stands a house . A chimney. And the grassland will not give you the city of those rows and rows of buildings of tension and oppression. Here, your heart will be inserted into the free wings, soaring between the blue sky. Grassland always seems to have a kind of divine power, she will tear off the shackles of your imprisoned mind, so that the mind to return to the original 10,000 years ago. Innocent. Innocence. "Pure". Those who "Iris fly and fly in the sky" at this time will also "look at the original rest heart", so that they have long been tired of the mind to get the grassland of the purest blessings. 40. In the distance, for the dew of the sunset, horses grazing on the hill, a few cows in the hillside under the comfortable lazy lying, occasionally heard a few neighing horses. The endless grassland was dotted with these livestock is full of life. After the red sun rises from the grassland, the open and gentle earth reflects the green color of the land. There were no high buildings, no factories, no stores, no noisy machines, but a few milky-white yurts dotted in the green ocean. In such a no environment, I really want to sing a song, that I am full of happy. 41. At night, stars fill the sky. Bonfire, tourists from all over the world gathered together to enjoy the beauty of the prairie night, "Ovoo meeting" "Grassland my lover" beautiful songs in the night sky. I also jumped into the dance floor with everyone, **** degree of this wonderful that unforgettable moment ...... the next day we went to the racecourse to watch horseback riding and wrestling matches; to the pastoral area to listen to herdsmen playing the horse-head qin; enjoy the herdsmen's songs; savor the fragrant milk tea. 42. The birds and Granny Wind gently woke me up from my dream. Through the morning sun, the sun rose from the horizon, painting the gray-blue sky pink, orange, and golden. Push open the window, the fresh wind of the grassland greeted me, ah, the morning of the grassland, as romantic as a poem, as beautiful as a picture. 43. Early in the morning in a sound of crisp birdsong open your eyes, the day has been slightly bright, hurriedly eat breakfast, I took my daughter ahead of the road. The prairie after the rain is more charming, white fog makes the prairie become confused, no sunrise heat, fresh air, renewed spirit, all the way to shoot a lot of happy epitome. 44. The setting sun gradually disappeared, the night came, the night fog covered the earth. The stars in the sky were reflected in the brook, like millions of fireflies flickering. Everything became quiet. 45. As the day grew dark, we came to the home of a Mongolian, who lived in a yurt. The hospitable Mongolian used cheese. Milk. The Mongolian hospitable people entertained us with cheese, milk, mutton and many other sumptuous meals. The scenery is beautiful and so are the people. 46. The grassland at dusk is open, into the large golden sun, the whole grassland is a vibrant, but also all quiet. This is probably the beauty of the grassland single-handedly directed, right? In order to, is to guide our hearts to play the music that shakes the heart - in the end we found the grassland of the warmth of the perch it, or grassland finally found our lonely helpless it? I smiled and shook my head, as if looking for the broken kite, grabbed a sunshine; as if for the first time in my life, I felt the lightness of the chest. 47. As the sun went down in the west, the evening sun smeared the prairie with layers of reddish rouge, and the bustle of the prairie stopped. 48. The boundless prairie looks as if it is connected to the sky from afar. On the prairie, everywhere green, as if the green carpet, which is also covered with colorful flowers, and to the boundless green carpet embroidered with beautiful patterns. Cattle and sheep on the grassland in the run, horses galloping, herdsmen singing, blue grass and small flowers in listening, ah, a how beautiful prairie pattern volume! 49. The terrain is flat and vast, in the distance there is a slight undulation, the whole earth is covered with green grass, like a thick carpet, in the blue sky, looks extra fresh. 50. Look back at the snow that has stepped on, slowly melting into the grassland - to accompany you; will be the years spread into a red carpet, to witness the limits of love - to guard you; heartache a treasured ten thousand years, the vow should be farther than forever - I love you! 51. There is a young lion Xianxian darting across the grassland to catch travelers. You stop! Mother lion reprimanded: I have not often told you? Don't joke with the food! 52. Milk tea mixed with cow's or goat's milk is the most important drink for Mongolian compatriots to honor their guests. 53. endless grassland steeds galloping, wind sweeping from the grassland, in a cloud of dust, disappeared in the depths of the grassland, only the sound of the gallop echoed in the ears, the horse's neighing in the heart of the recall, along with being splashed with dust to the ground, everything back to the beginning, only that magnificent scene stayed in the mind. 54. This time the grassland must be very beautiful, the gentle girl is using the flow of vision ironing the trauma of the sweetheart wandering; this time the sea must be very beautiful, a little fishing fire and the stars to tell how many people long for the romance and tenderness. This time, this city, the most beautiful, will be the pan in my dream you? 55. The Qing government implemented two major policies on the Mongolian steppe, one is the Lamaism policy, the culture of drunkenness and the resulting large number of parasitic population caused by the decline of the development of power, which is a well-known fact. 56. Thoughts, permeating the dream, stirring the notes of the song, flying over the mountains, over the grasslands, over the rivers, staying at your side. Silent evening, I carry a strong yearning, quietly guarded at the end of the screen, longing for your appearance ...... know you really happy! I am grateful for your company on the journey of life! I wish we cherish each other and spend every day happily! 57. The original will throw her in such a freezing Northwest prairie, is Wen Han Lei so-called let her a way of life. 58. Sing your freedom, so that the flower of freedom will always bloom beside you, such as the shadow accompanied by you, at that time, you are the most happy people, you can fly in the wilderness, Mercedes-Benz in the grasslands, listening to the roar of the Yangtze River, Taishan's tell, the clouds of the music, the joy of life, the soothing mood driven by the heart of your heart. 59. The sea has a girl's general shyness, has a lion general boldness, has a grassland general vastness, has a mirror general clearing. 60. Famous southwest of the horqin grasslands, there is a vast expanse of barren land, locally known as mangus? Mangh? Means the devil's desert. 61. Under the sky, a blue sky, but not vast. There are hills on all sides, the flat land is green, the hills are green, the sheep go up the hills, and then come down, and wherever they go it is like embroidering the boundless green carpet with big white flowers. The lines of those hills are so soft, like only green rendering, without ink line outline of Chinese painting, everywhere green color wants to flow, gently into the clouds. This realm, both make people marvel, but also called people comfortable; both want to stand for a long time to look around, but also want to sit down and recite a small poem. In this realm, even the horses and cattle are sometimes still, as if recalling the infinite joys of the grasslands. 62. indifferent to loneliness, indifferent to imagination, you walk too slowly, gradually leave my sight, I also fade away that this is my script, made up the plot. I really want to go to the end of the world with you, to the places I want to go with two people. Go with you to the old church, go with you to see the stars on the Ferris wheel, go with you to see the sky on the Inner Mongolian grassland, go with you to eat in the land of heaven, however, the plot is no longer good, but also just a person's script, a person's puppet show. The future of the road, I can only go alone. 63. I remember when I was a kid, what bad things have been done to help the grandmother cross the street, in fact, she did not want to cross; to help the mother wash the quilt turned out to be she in the sun! Help the old man hoeing the original that is his flower. 64. Weeping grassland earth is crying.