人生は削除キー

Those who haven't been to grassland to the prairie person, the prairie often imagine is very beautiful, picturesque.

Those who have ever been to prairie play rather than experience four seasons one, often selected is the best season on the grassland, grassland and their eyes are green, flowers everywhere, cattle and sheep like clouds, beautiful.

Yes, the grassland is very beautiful.

I live in grasslands, tasted prairie each season, I had the best time of my life to dissolve in the vast grasslands and confused.

In my eyes, the prairie has three kind of colors. The three kind of colors along with the changing of the seasons with the prairie, clear color and clear, release the prairie infinite charm. All my feelings, my heart, my overall behavior, with the three color changes. For ten years, heart with color, color feeling to walk.

Prairie in three colors, green, yellow, white.

Green, is the most beautiful color in the prairie.

The spring breeze, gently remove the cover in winter in the grasslands of thick and soft snow, awaken the sleepy prairie. The grass is idle, the reluctant grow light, tender and green.

When numerous flowers like stars all over the green prairie, my mood is as before the battle soldier, excited. My emotions like galaxy roaring waves, because, I a new round of fighting begins.

When the flock as animal husbandry whip and shake off the clouds in the sky when, but I put the ring trouble into nine days outside the. I have fought the good 's luggage, backpack on the shoulder.

When the dull old cattle, pulling the battered old car Lele overlap of rutting when, I also accompany the prairie light Book fog, set foot on the road journey.

As the lark in the romantic and tender love songs in the yurt time, I bid farewell to the beautiful girl and the good old Abba, a man walked into the boundless prairie.

Yellow, is a grassland in autumn.

For ten years, when the grass turns yellow when, I never once heard the sound of falling leaves, because there are no trees on grassland. I never heard of flowers wither 's lament, perhaps, the prairie flowers are too small. I tread the green go, but with a yellow return, covered with dust, and nobody.

White, is a grassland of winter color.

Snow White is confused, the day, the wind blows the snow along the ground. By the inability of the grass, destroy the cattle and sheep, horses received puppet, who largely saddle. The yurts dung furnace weak residual fire of enemy, can block the prairie howling wind. I huddled in a little fire, waiting for the next spring.