In the early days, Hu Zhong only played the role of the middle voice in the ensemble. Since Liu Mingyuan played his own music "On the Prairie" at the 1956 World Youth Music Festival, this instrument has been able to show and play the strong style characteristics played by Ma Touqin, so it has attracted people's attention.
In spring, the grassland is a tender green Chinese painting.
On the flat land and hills, people feel gentle everywhere.
Cattle and sheep are the happiest at this time. At this time, the grass is the best to eat, and then go to the river to drink a few refreshing and delicious rivers and enjoy the food. The quiet river is also alive, like a golden belt slowly drifting into the distance under the sunshine, and then crossing the grassland and mountains to find their beautiful dreams.
I laughed and danced, kept rolling and running on the grass, letting the dew wet my clothes and flow over my cheeks. At that moment, it was really comfortable! Summer is coming.
The grassland is darker in color and much more lively in character.
The green river is shining with magical light, which makes us want to go fishing in the river! "ah!" Touching the small fish, the fish is not big, but the feeling of happiness that rises from the deep heart wraps Yang all over his body.
Tired of playing, we will sit on the grass and watch the cattle and sheep.
At this time, flocks of cattle and sheep, like brown and white clouds, flew from the green horizon and moved slowly on the endless prairie. This is really a magnificent picture.
Autumn has quietly come again.
As the sun sets, the sky doesn't seem to be blue, and the clouds don't seem to be white, all because it is the sky in the twilight.
At this time, we will take plastic bags and baskets with us to pick mushrooms and dig wild vegetables with our parents.
A group of us, especially our parents, seem to be back to childhood, running, shouting, screaming and laughing. Mushrooms are like hills, and piles of wild vegetables are dug ... River water, with our laughter, flows far away.
In winter, it snows easily! A world of snow.
There is a layer of ice on the river. My friends and I like to play on it. Our hands are red with cold.
In this paradise, the grass fell asleep, and so did the flowers.
Suddenly, with a loud noise, the snowball fight began.
Snowballs fly around the crowd like hail, and even the snowman who just piled up seems to envy our happiness and look at us quietly with a smile.
On the grassland, in the snow, we left our laughter everywhere.
Several years passed, and I grew up and left the prairie.
How I want to see you again, Prairie, but ... After several years, I still can't forget you-my Prairie! I love you, beautiful grassland! Love your blue sky and white clouds, love your rivers, love your flowers and plants, and love everything! It was you who nurtured me with the sweet river, and you gave me a colorful childhood that I will never forget!
The composition describing the grassland "Wow! What a beautiful grassland! "We finally came to the beautiful Himalayan grassland, the vast sky and flocks of cattle and sheep.
We followed the guide to Aobao first, where there is an old legend! Now you must want to know what Aobao is like, right? Then let me tell you, Aobao is like a round flat-topped house, but it is built with stones, layer by layer, and the top layer is the smallest.
The tour guide told us that there are such Aobao on every grassland.
As long as you take a stone, turn it around Aobao three times, and then throw it on it to express your wish, this wish will definitely come true.
So I made a wish quietly.
In the afternoon, we came to the racecourse, because we were going to ride horses, which really made me happy. That was my first ride! Because it was the first time, I didn't dare to ride, so my mother chose to ride the cavalry for two hours.
The groom held me and sat on the white horse. He was holding a horse in his hand, and immediately sat a fat brother.
At first, we were all afraid of falling off the horse, but we were very excited, so after a while, everyone got used to it and our cavalry laughed.
We can also see beautiful scenery when riding a horse. Herds of cattle and sheep graze on the green grass, which is very leisurely.
Look at the distance, how vast and beautiful the endless prairie is! Finally, we came to a place full of water and grass and saw many people taking pictures.
So I also changed into Mongolian clothes and asked my mother to take pictures of me. In the photo, I am holding a lamb with a bright smile, much like a real Mongolian girl.
On the way back, the horse ran slowly and everyone had a good time.
But at this moment, an aunt's horse rushed over, and our horse saw it, as if not to be outdone, and quickly caught up. How interesting, but the fat brother next to me can't go. His * * * was very shocking on horseback, screaming in pain.
Everyone laughed when they saw him like this ... how vast the grassland is, and riding horses is especially fun. I really want to come to the prairie one day, so let's enjoy running here!
I sat in the car, quietly waiting for the beautiful scenery of the grassland.
Along the way, mountains are connected with mountains, and villages and small cities appear from time to time. The grassland seems far away.
Finally arrived in the grassland, I breathed fresh air and felt extremely comfortable.
The grass is endless, and the green leaves are the same color, but they are not monotonous.
It's green, too, some are lighter and some are deeper. That's because grass grows more densely in some places and sparsely in others.
The grass here is so fresh that it seems to have just been moistened by rain.
Cattle and sheep eat tender grass and make beautiful calls from time to time, as if this call is also an indispensable part of the grassland.
Some herders on the grassland gallop on horses, some cook delicious roast whole sheep beside yurts, and some chase and fight on the grass.
Herdsmen all wear Mongolian robes. Men look fierce, and women look charming.
On this beautiful unpolluted grassland, I can't help but want to sing a song to express my joy.
I was running on this beautiful grassland. I was really tired from running, so I started picking wild flowers.
There are many flowers here, red, yellow, white and colorful.
And there are blue and purple flowers I've always wanted to see, which I've never seen before. These flowers add a lot of luster to the grassland.
I carefully looked at this beautiful prairie without any pollution and really realized what beauty is.
I silently blessed her in my heart. May the grassland be beautiful forever!
Write a composition on the topic of grassland. In my eyes, where are the horses, sheep, clear sky, fresh air and green grassland that can show all this? Needless to say, it must be-grassland.
The grassland in my eyes is beautiful.
Boundless, thousands of miles away.
Under the blue sky, there is a green grassland, which is endless and gives people a pleasing feeling.
There are also some hills around, uneven, the lines are so soft, like small waves on the sea slowly and gently flowing into the clouds.
The grassland in my eyes is silent.
Everyone was busy with their own business, and no one said much.
On the grassland, horses are walking leisurely, enjoying the beautiful scenery, and sheep are grazing silently, as if afraid of breaking the tranquility of the grassland.
The grassland in my eyes is lively.
Whenever people finish their own things, they will ride a horse, and the horse will fly on the grassland, and people will sing at once.
Birds also sing beautifully. They hover in the sky, accompanying people.
People on the grassland are very hospitable.
Whenever guests come, Mongolians always ride horses to meet them dozens of miles away, and generously distribute local specialties to the guests, who are not at home.
The host will also sing and dance for the guests, then ride horses and wrestle. Needless to say, this scene is so lively.
Mongolian yurts on the grassland are very unique. We call it a "mobile house".
Its structure is simpler than we thought, just a few columns and a big piece of cloth.
Because of its few materials and simple structure, Mongolians can "move" at any time.
Like a tent. It is built where it is needed, and its characteristic is that it can be moved.
Horses, sheep, grasslands and hospitable Mongolians make up a Chinese painting without ink lines.
This time, I saw the grassland.
The sky there is more lovely than other places. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.
Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless.
There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green.
The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet.
The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings are only rendered in green, and there is no need for ink lines to outline them. The green * * * flows everywhere and gently flows into the clouds.
This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly.
In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.
We visited Chenbaerhu Banner.
The car walked 150 miles before reaching its destination.
One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands.
Go 150 miles, or grassland.
Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere.
When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear anything except some birds flying around.
After walking for a long time, I saw a winding belt as bright as glass in the distance-! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip.
Almost there, almost there.
Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain. Men, women and children dressed in various colors immediately danced like rainbows.
This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away.
When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car.
The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together.
The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts.
Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars.
Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away.
The master got off the horse, so did we.
I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it.
Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same.
Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh.
You say yours and I say mine. The general idea is national unity and mutual assistance.
Somehow, I got into the yurt.
Pour milk tea and put milk tofu.
The host and guest sit cross-legged, everyone is polite, and everyone is so affectionate and comfortable.
Soon, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton.
The cadres toasted us, and the elderly in their 70s toasted us.
We pay back the money, mainly by raising a glass. We pay back the money.
At this time, Miss Ewenki wore a pointed hat and sang folk songs for her guests generously and shyly.
Our fellow singers also sing very fast. These songs seem louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what they sing, the audience always smiles knowingly.
After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, the girls performed folk dances, the guests sang and danced, and they wanted to ride a Mongolian horse.
The sun has set.
No one will leave.
Yes! Why can't Mongolians and China people love each other? The world is greener and the sun is setting.
I grew up on the grassland, and wrote about 300 horses, 300 sheep, clear skies and fresh air in Wan Li. Where can a green grassland show them all? Needless to say, it must be-grassland. The grassland in my eyes is beautiful. Boundless, thousands of miles away. There is a green grassland under the blue sky, which is endless and gives people a pleasing feeling. There are also some hills around, uneven, so soft lines, like small waves on the sea flowing slowly into the clouds. The grassland in my eyes is silent. Everyone. The horse is walking leisurely, enjoying the beautiful scenery, while the sheep are grazing silently, as if afraid of breaking the tranquility of the grassland. In my eyes, the grassland is lively. Whenever people finish their own business, they will ride a horse, and the horse will gallop on the grassland, and people will sing at once. Birds sing beautifully, hovering in the sky. Accompany the people. The residents on the grassland are hospitable. Whenever guests come, Mongolians always ride horses to meet them dozens of miles away and generously distribute local specialties to the guests. Nobody's home. The host will also sing and dance for the guests, then saddle their horses and wrestle. Let alone how lively this scene is. The yurts on the grassland are very unique, and we call them "mobile houses". It's just a few pillars and a big piece of cloth. Because of its few materials and simple structure, Mongolians can "move" at any time. It is like a tent, where it is needed, it is built. Its characteristic is that it can move. Horses, sheep, grasslands and hospitable Mongolians make up a Chinese painting without ink lines. "Chilechuan, shady mountain,
One morning on the grassland, the warm sunshine shone on the earth, and the lively birds sang clearly.
Outside the window are houses rebuilt after the disaster. Thick and light agricultural smoke emerged from the chimney on the roof tile, intertwined with the clouds around the mountainside, showing a unique fairyland-like scenery in the snowy plateau.
In midsummer, on the vast grassland, herders and their beloved horse races revel and express their heroic feelings.
Far away, I see the snow that does not melt in the four seasons on the snowy mountain, like a mountain covered with white and sacred Hada, and also like the innocent heart of a child in the snowy area.
After breakfast, the day's work began. I got on the bus and went to the summer ranch.
The grazing road is lined with white or black tents like hills. Herdsmen wear Tibetan clothes in front of their tents, or bask in the sun leisurely beside cattle and horses.
Groups of cattle and sheep are embedded in the grassland like stars, eating fresh grass casually, and showing a peaceful and satisfying scene everywhere. This is the life and hometown that a simple and contented nation loves! After arriving at our destination, we walked into a herder's tent. An old herder is making a ghee. He was very happy to see us and sat down with the leader who led the team to talk about his family.
From their conversation, we learned the basic living conditions of this herder.
This is an ordinary herdsman family, and there are many similar families around.
The old man offered to be a guide and took our staff to the nearby herdsmen's home to learn more details.
It's time for lunch. The old people kindly invited us to their home for lunch. A round cake and a bowl of butter Ciba tea are full of their sincere wishes.
Halfway through lunch, I overheard the children crying outside. I walked out of the tent out of curiosity.
The first thing I saw was the child's clothes and trousers, a patched coat and a pair of muddy trousers.
The child obviously fell down in pain, regardless of grinning and crying, and kept wiping his tears with muddy hands. A candy from an old woman instantly made the child smile through tears.
It makes me feel that people here are poor, but because they have little contact with the outside world, they have always maintained primitive simplicity and lived in harmony with everything. In my eyes, this place has become a paradise.
After a day's work, on the way back, an idea suddenly came to my mind: we have never had so-called infighting in the workplace outside, but we care for each other as a family, perhaps because we live on the same blue sky prairie as the herdsmen here!
Today we came to the beautiful Inner Mongolia prairie.
The grassland is really green, and the green seems to be sparkling jade; The grassland is so quiet that you can hear cattle and sheep. The prairie is so big that you can't find the edge.
Close up, wild flowers and weeds spread out under your feet, and many unknown insects jumped out of it, some with a "click" sound.
Long weeds seem to be stabbing our uninvited guests' legs and feet with their "sharp" grass blocks, which are slightly itchy.
There will be some dried horse manure in the weeds from time to time, and sometimes it is very uncomfortable to step on it carelessly.
As far as the eye can see, it is a rolling green hill with no end in sight.
These mountains are connected with the sky like an ink painting.
White mushroom-shaped yurts are dotted on the carpet-like grassland, which is particularly eye-catching.
Groups of cattle and sheep are embedded in cotton-like grass, which makes us realize the poet's scene of "the sky is grey and the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low"
Looking up, several white clouds slowly floated across the blue sky.
White clouds are like horses running in the sky; There are free-flying birds in the sky; Some are like marshmallows, as if they are deliberately attracting our taste.
And those scattered clouds, like a few lambs scattered with the sheep, blindly follow other sheep.
Looking down, I have been in the sea of flowers, and all kinds of flowers are fragrant.
Bees are still trying to collect honey.
Open your arms, close your eyes and take a deep breath greedily. I have been intoxicated by the beauty of nature.
Beautiful blue sky and white clouds, vast green grasslands and white sheep constitute a beautiful scenic line.
I have become a member of nature.
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The composition describing the grassland seems to touch the grassland. Standing on the vast Hulunbeier grassland, horses are grazing on the grass, which is really a "little black in the green grass".
The lambs chase and fight, and the Ergon River is more beautiful in the sunset, because it is endless.
Sheep, cows and a few white clouds floated leisurely in the air.
At this point, the bell on the cow's neck stopped ringing and the horse stopped kicking the door.
The sky looks particularly blue, blue makes people feel distressed; I love the grassland because it is silent; I like grasslands. Occasionally, there will be a few barks, and the grassland will start to be lively.
The chicken is singing loudly, and looking into the distance, it looks like sprinkling a handful of sesame seeds on the green satin.
Then, the night was calm again, and even the sound of running water could not be heard. It seemed to be asleep ... I love the grassland because it is active; I love the grassland. Cattle and sheep run out of the fence in droves, and it is silent. For example, several high snow peaks stand on the grassland in the distance, which is very spectacular.
Good night
At this time, a gust of wind blew, the grass danced in the wind, one by one, and the chickens stopped crowing and ran to the endless green grassland.
As the sun sets, the steed gallops on the grassland, feeling like a grass, wearing a beautiful green dance skirt and dancing in the wind. I'm not the only one. The grass on this grassland is dancing, and the grassland is sprinkled with broken gold. This is an active atmosphere. The sunset glow on the horizon has dyed the clouds red, emitting orange-red light. At this time, the grassland is wearing a red horse clip, how dazzling and golden.
Beautiful Grassland My Home "Beautiful Grassland My Home, The wind blows the grassland to see cattle and sheep …" Every time I hear this song, I can't help thinking of my hometown.
My hometown is Maqu, the birthplace of Gesar, the first bend of the Yellow River.
There are beautiful grassland scenery, mysterious legends and rich cultural heritage here, so it enjoys the reputation of "the first natural grassland in Asia".
In summer, it is best to take your family to the grassland.
You see, the endless grassland is green, covered with all kinds of small flowers, red, green and yellow ... colorful, competing for beauty, really like an endless carpet! Herds of white sheep are running around. Isn't that a big white flower embroidered on the carpet? Breathing fresh air makes you relaxed and happy.
Suddenly, there seems to be a silver belt across the grassland in the distance, which is the Yellow River.
The clear river flows slowly, and sometimes there are fish swimming around. The Yellow River is really like our kind mother, feeding children of all ethnic groups with her own milk for thousands of years.
Under the blue sky, the sound of herdsmen, the neighing of horses and the singing of birds constitute a beautiful symphony.
My hometown is not only charming in scenery, but also rich in products.
Cattle and sheep are shipped out, and Cordyceps sinensis is more precious.
After the rain, the grassland is covered with mushrooms, which are not only sweet and delicious, but also nutritious.
The annual "Gesar Horse Racing Conference" is really a highlight of Maqu.
Every August, horse racing enthusiasts from all over the country come to Maqu with their love, and crowds of tourists also come to Maqu.
They gathered at Gesar Racecourse.
You see, riders waved whips, a good horse hissed, and finally a handsome little rider won the crown.
County leaders presented him with awards.
The scene was filled with cheers and people were extremely happy.
"The beautiful grassland is my home, and the wind blows the grassland to see the cattle and sheep ..." With the rapid development of the motherland's economy, the heritage of my hometown has been protected, and various undertakings are also in by going up one flight of stairs.
Welcome to the beautiful grassland.
Please indicate the source? When was China's Hu Qu "On the Grassland" written?