My hometown has blue skies, refreshing air, and makes people feel like they always want to ride a horse on the prairie to express their happiness and happiness. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the horizon is endless and not vast. There are small hills everywhere, the flat land is green, the hills are green, and the sheep not far away go up the hill for a while, and then come down again, and everywhere they go are green grass, and the white sheep are like big cotton growing on the grass. In such an environment, even the horses and giant yellow cattle sometimes stand still, as if they are reminiscing about the infinite fun of the grassland.
Here is said is Hiramuren, about a hundred kilometers away from the capital city of Inner Mongolia, here is all grassland, the grassland driving is quite free, as long as the direction is not mistaken, how to drive can be. Just entering the grassland was quiet, and nothing could be seen, with the occasional few birds and flying insects. After walking for a while, there is a dazzling belt in front of it - the river! Wow, there are herds of cattle, and sheep seem to be blown by the wind. Suddenly, a herd of horses appeared on the hills in the distance, and immediately young men and women, dressed in various Mongolian robes, galloped and flew like a gust of wind, which was to welcome guests from afar. Seeing the guests who came, they immediately turned the horse's head to lead the way on both sides of the car, and the quiet grassland immediately became lively, cheering, horseshoes, and cars. Follow the riders over the hills and see a lot of yurts.
There is a horse farm outside the yurt, and there are many cars parked, all of which are coming from other places to play.
Unconsciously, he was invited out of the car by the owner and walked into the yurt, the milk wine was poured, the meat was hot and steaming, and the host and guest sat cross-legged, feeling very polite and affectionate and unrestrained. The host toasts like a guest from afar, we salute, the host raises a glass again, we salute again. At this time, the young Mongolian girls wore pointed hats and Mongolian dance costumes warmly and generously, and came to sing folk songs to the guests, and although the guests were a little shy, they still sang along. The song is loud and touching, and whether you understand it or not, the guests show a warm smile. Although everyone has different languages, their hearts are the same, and regardless of the Mongolians, the Han nationality must unite and help each other.
After drinking three times and passing through the five flavors, the boys performed a set of horses, wrestling, and the girls performed a Mongolian dance. The guests also sang and danced. People in my hometown are so enthusiastic and real, and welcome friends from all over the country to come to my hometown.