Topaz was drunk, drunk. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info drunk under the fragrant "roasted whole sheep", drunk in the mellow wine glass, drunk in the moving singing.

Leaving it, Topaz stood on the soft green savannah, like a leaf floating in the calm sea. Green, covering everything here. Green, in place of everything here. This is a green space, a green world. Standing on the grassland, I took a few deep breaths of the fresh air with the fragrance of grass, and suddenly felt refreshed and refreshed. The green grasslands, the verdant forests, the quiet lakes, the gurgling water, the breeze, and the bleating of sheep come into your ears. The blue sky was so close to the ground that she could almost reach out and touch it, and the white clouds seemed to float overhead, changing the direction she walked with a wave of her hand. It's a peaceful and beautiful grassland.

In this endless grassland, Topaz's eyes swirled greedily on the greenery, and his gaze went straight to the place where the grassland and the sky held hands, and went straight to the bloody sun. And above the topaz, white clouds floated over the blue canopy, and those clouds looked down, looked, whispered, fluttered, and smiled. Those nimble grasses, gently swaying in the breeze, gently waving their hands, and smiling shallowly. The grassland is wide and flat, it is simply a creation of heaven. The moment I stood on the grassland, the wind of the grassland blew gently, across the face, like the call of a mother, the comfort of a friend, and the care of love. The green grassland breeze warms the skin and soaks the heart.

The beauty of the grassland is in the vastness. Walking on the grassland, standing at a high point at will, looking into the distance, the vast prairie is like a green sea, undulating and boundless. The boundless green, intertwined with the blue sky, white clouds and the afterglow of the sun, is colorful and dazzling. The beauty of the grassland is in the gentleness. As the terrain undulated, she also kept changing her beautiful posture, sometimes converging into a lake, sometimes converging into a river, sometimes turning into a swamp and disappearing under the grass. The beauty of the grassland, the beauty of the untouched nature. Thousands of species of wild plants, or yellow and green, or flowering and sprangling, or competing for beauty, add color to this beautiful landscape painting. Hundreds of species of wild animals, hidden deep in the grass, mountains and forests, drinking water and foraging, or frolicking, bring vitality to the tranquil prairie. If there is enough time, topaz must be measured with his feet, touched with his hands, and felt with his skin. Sit on the grass, lie down for a while, roll around, and get in touch with every grass, flower, and tree. The beauty of the grassland, the beauty lies in the colorful style. The people on the grassland are simple and honest, enthusiastic and generous, able to sing and dance well, sincere and bold; the songs on the grassland have a rich timbre and melodious tone, and they must be sung from the depths of their hearts with all their strength; the wine on the grassland is strong and mellow, and the aftertaste is long, and the wine on the horse should be drunk enough, and the wine on the horse should be drunk thoroughly, and the true colors of men will be shown when they are drunk; the meat on the grassland is beautiful in color and fragrance, satisfying hunger and hunger, and eaten in large plates, large bowls, and large pieces. That night, in Zhalantun, friends gathered together, chatted about the family's shortcomings, talked about parting, sang songs on the grassland, ate meat on the grassland, toasted one jar after another, and hugged each other and cried when they were emotional.

The prairie is beautiful, and the friendship is deep. The wine on the prairie, topaz drank it thoroughly. Topaz couldn't get enough of it, and he reluctantly looked back at this unforgettable place......