Although I haven't been to the prairie so far, it doesn't prevent me from enjoying the prairie. I have many regrets in my life. I have never seen the dusty loess desert, nor have I set sail in the rough waves to fight the storm. Maybe I was born with respect for nature. When I first saw the sea, I was shocked for a long time before I came to my senses.
There is a lawn near my hometown. Villagers usually call it Grassland Ping. Every spring, when the grassland becomes green due to rejuvenation, we always set foot on it. The newly grown tender grass looks particularly beautiful in the sun, as clear as new grass. Especially in the early morning, you will smell a faint smell of grass, which makes people want to take a bite. No wonder the cows in the village like these grasses very much, and they have been chewing slowly all day, quite complacent.
This grassland, which is half the size of a football field, is said by the old man to be a prison where prisoners were held a long time ago. Its fierce name is very fierce in several villages far and near. After so many years of vicissitudes, the hell on earth that people dare not step on has disappeared, and it has been replaced by a lawn full of soft green grass. As the sun sets, the sunshine turns the faces of happy and unhappy people red, especially the children playing balloons and dragging kites. Their faces are red and look lovely. I believe that people can't create such natural and beautiful scenery with computer PS.
I remember playing football with a group of friends on the grassland when I was a child. When you are tired, you can play with each other, or form a circle with the first row, looking at the sky and telling your dreams. The sky is so beautiful that it often brings people into one wonderful world after another. At that time, I read some fairy tales and thought that if there was magic, I must drive the clouds to the beautiful Mongolian prairie to see if the grass here is delicious and the grass there is a little inferior. The spring breeze brushed my cheek and brought me news of summer. Summer is coming, and the grass tells me the sadness of autumn.
After all, I didn't go to Hulunbeier grassland in Inner Mongolia. Although I yearn for it very much, my actions are often out of touch with reality. When I was a child, I said to Xiaocao: When I grow up, I must go and see the prairie which is more beautiful than the scenery in the painting. Now, childhood promises have been folded into paper airplanes. Although it flies towards the grassland, I don't know when it will return to my palm. I said to myself, next time! Wait until the next time you have money and time. I turn all the places where I can see the grassland into beautiful grasslands, such as computer desktops and smart phones. Even the desktop of the writing desk and the pictures posted on the wall are grassland scenery.
Last time Tomb-Sweeping Day went back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, I wandered around the grassland again. During the Qingming Festival, the weather was surprisingly good, sunny and cloudless in Wan Li. Although the grassland is not very big, looking at the green grassland can make me feel the beauty of the grassland. The wind in March is as cold as ever, blowing on my face mercilessly, just like watching grass on the grassland, which reminds me whether the wind on the grassland in spring is so unique. There is no beauty, only feeling beauty. At night, watching the grass sea fluttering with the wind, it fluctuates like a small wave, the sky is as bright as a flame, and there is a kind of artistic conception of gray field. Suoxing lay in the grass sea, watching the ebb and flow of the tide. At this moment, I became a grass, looking up at the beautiful sky, as small as a star in the night sky.
At dawn, I came to Grassland Ping. In early spring, at dawn, the air is filled with a faint smell of grass. When I was reflected by the new sunshine and a confident expression appeared on my face, I suddenly felt like a close-up of a character in an anime, and I felt infinite inexplicable emotions in my chest. Nature is magical and beautiful. Grassland is a scenic dream in everyone's heart, which exists in a beautiful dream.