七月,我来到呼伦贝尔大草原,或许今年的雨水比较少,草原似乎没有想象中的那么美丽,路边大片的草场如同被剔过头般,风吹草低之处大片的枯黄,露出干硬的草根。我在心中问自己,这就是天苍苍野茫茫的草原吗?我略带失望地回到车上,可爸爸却抱着相机兴冲冲地跑了过来,“前面是额尔古纳河,去看看吧。”一条不算太宽的小河在我面转了十八个弯。哇,对面几百只羊正在饮水,仿佛天边飘过的白云,我的心略显舒缓。拨开纷乱的草,赶走小跳虫,我席地而坐,这儿没有 In July, I came to the Hulun Buir Prairie. Perhaps this year’s rain is relatively small. The grasslands seem to be less beautiful than imagined. The vast grasslands on the roadside are like being stripped away. The wind blows grass and the grass is low and the area is dry and yellow. Grass roots. I asked myself in my heart, is this a grassland with vast greens? I returned to the car with a slight disappointment, but Daddy rushed over to the camera with the camera in front of him. Look at it.” “A river that is not too wide turns 18 turns in my face. Wow, hundreds of sheep are drinking water opposite, as if clouds drifting over the horizon, my heart is a little soothing. Pull out the chaotic grass and drive away the small worm. I sit on the floor. There is no