The love between Mongolia and Han is so deep that we can’t bear to say goodbye. The green grass at the end of the world talks about the setting sun. From "Grassland" by Lao She, the author's original name was Shu Qingchun, also known as Sheyu, a famous modern writer, 1899~1966, Manchu, pen name Lao She. Interpretation: The friendship between the Mongolian and Han people is profound, how can we bear to separate immediately! On the boundless prairie, facing the setting sun, everyone expressed their feelings of farewell to each other.

Prairie

This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than elsewhere. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. It makes me always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sky, there is a vast expanse, but it is not vast. There are hills on all sides. The flat ground is green and the hills are also green. The sheep went up the hill for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they walked, it seemed like they were embroidering the boundless green carpet with big white flowers. The lines of those hillocks are so soft, just like Chinese paintings that are only rendered in green and not outlined with ink lines. The green color is flowing everywhere, gently flowing into the clouds. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to stand for a long time and look around, but I also want to sit down and whisper a beautiful poem. In this realm, even horses and bulls sometimes stand still, as if reminiscing about the infinite fun of the grassland.

We visited Chenbalhu Banner. The car traveled one hundred and fifty miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are all grassland. If we walk another hundred and fifty miles, it will still be grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go any way. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear a sound or see anything, except for some birds flying and landing. After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous strip of glass in the distance - the river! There were more cattle and sheep, and horses were also seen, and there was a faint sound of whips. It's almost there. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a herd of horses appeared on the hill in the distance. The men, women and children on the horses were wearing clothes of various colors. The horses galloped with ribbons dancing on their lapels, flying towards us like a rainbow. This is when the host comes dozens of miles away to welcome guests from afar. When they saw us, the owners immediately turned their horses' heads, cheered and galloped, leading the way to the left, right and in front of the car. The silent grassland became lively: cheers, the sound of cars, and the sound of horse hooves all sounded together. The car followed the horse over the hills and saw several yurts.

There are many horses and vehicles outside the yurt. There were many people coming from dozens of miles away by horse or car to see us. The masters dismounted and we got off. I don’t know whose hand it is, but it is always holding it warmly and holding it tight. Everyone's language is different, but their hearts are the same. Shake hands again and again, smile again and again. You say yours and I say mine. The overall meaning is national unity and mutual assistance.

Somehow, I entered the yurt. Milk tea was poured, milk tofu was placed, and the host and guest sat down cross-legged. Everyone was polite, and everyone was so affectionate, not at all restrained. After a while, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of hand-caught mutton. The cadres toasted to us, and the seventy-year-old man toasted to us. We salute in return, the host raises his glass again, and we salute in return. At this time, Ewenki girls wearing pointed hats, who were both generous and a little shy, came to sing folk songs to the guests. Our fellow singers also quickly started singing. Singing seems to be louder and more touching than any language. No matter what is sung, the listener will always smile knowingly.

After dinner, the boys performed horse roping and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests also danced, sang, and rode Mongolian horses. The sun has set to the west, and no one wants to leave. yes! The love between Mongolia and Han is so deep that we can't bear to say goodbye. The green grass at the end of the world talks about the setting sun!