去年夏天,妈妈带我来到了辽阔的内蒙古大草原。那草青青的,有一寸多高,一阵清风徐徐吹过,小草们随之扭动起婀娜的身姿翩翩起舞,让人心旷神怡。草原上住着蒙古族牧民,他们赶着牛羊,任它们在草原上奔跑。放眼望去,一派生机勃勃的景象。从嘹亮高亢的歌声到洁白的哈达,都饱含着蒙古族牧民浓浓的情意。夜晚,草原上凉风习习,没有大都市里的热浪,没有城市中的喧嚣,让人觉得无比凉爽,心情也顿时沉静下来了。那儿的夜晚十分宁静,幽静的矮树 Last summer, my mother brought me to the vast prairie in Inner Mongolia. That grass green, there is an inch high, while the breeze blowing slowly, the grass followed that twist graceful figure dancing, people relaxed and happy. Mongolian herders live on the prairie, they rush cattle and sheep, let them run on the prairie. Looking ahead, a vibrant scene. From the loud and loud singing to the white Hada, are full of Mongolian herdsman thick affection. Night, grasslands breezy, no heat waves in the metropolis, no noise in the city, people feel extremely cool, mood suddenly calm down. There was a very quiet night of quiet trees