The next day, we went to the grassland of Ximeng. The air here is extremely fresh, much better than the air in the city. There are a group of horses enjoying the cool under the tree, and the sky is extremely blue. After lunch, we went horseback riding, but Matthew was too tall for me to get up. My father carried me up! Dad's movements are really skilled! I saw my father holding the saddle, stepping on the pedal and riding on the horse with his left foot! As soon as my father knocked on the horse's stomach, he took me riding on the grassland, and the breeze that ran very fast blew on my face, feeling very refreshing. Looking into the distance, the grass, like a huge green carpet, has been running towards the horizon. There are soaring eagles in the sky, running horses on the grassland, naughty little butterflies playing among the flowers, cattle and sheep eating delicious grass leisurely, and everything is so beautiful! How harmonious!
Unconsciously, the sun father-in-law quietly hid in the distant mountains, and the sun set, full of cattle and sheep strolled on the grassland to a limited extent. I can't help but think of an ancient poem: the sky is grey, the wild is boundless, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low.
After seeing the beautiful scenery of the grassland, we went to the shepherd village on the grassland and arrived at the shepherd village. It's already past seven in the evening! When we got off the bus, we saw someone singing Mongolian songs, and another person holding wine in his right hand and Hada in both hands. At that time, I didn't know what Tao meant, so I asked my father, "Dad, what does this mean?" Dad said, "This is a welcome to us! This is also called dismount wine! " It dawned on me after listening.
After the Mongolian people received us, they invited us to have dinner in Mongolian yurts. What a sumptuous dinner! There are: fried rice, milk tea, a handful of meat, roast leg of lamb ... there are countless delicious foods. In the middle of the night, we started a bonfire party. After the Mongolian uncle threw the torch into the woodpile, the flame suddenly burst into flames. Then Mongolian music started. Everyone around the campfire, holding hands, singing and dancing happily. My friends and I are eating mutton kebabs happily. Don't mention how happy you were then!
How time flies! It was 1 1 in the blink of an eye. We should go home. I am reluctant to leave the grassland. I will never forget the beautiful grassland scenery and the warm reception of the Mongolian people.