It was a summer day, my father and I, mother together by plane to Inner Mongolia. In Inner Mongolia, a sight that I cannot believe. One Mongolia package and cattle, sheep, horse with stretch as far as eye can see green prairie, a few flowers like a huge green blanket open. Which gave me the deepest impression is that god horse horse. Making horse in the vast grassland Benz, quick as lightning. Mawei sway in the wind. The horses sometimes after each other play, sometimes running, sometimes the leisurely stroll, sometimes neighing head. It was a horse. Making well! That is how one and the same. An old horse and a little horse in the race. He is low head fling caution to the winds to go ahead. Hard work pays off, finally passed the horse. But after a while, he caught up with the pony. They are well matched, not on. I didn't know what they are doing. Dad told me: "they become leaders! The old horse is the old king, the pony is to challenge. If the challenge is successful and can become the new leader." "See!" I turned my head to say: "pony won!". Making the end of the game, the old horse to eat some grass, drink a slobber, shaking his tail, then stood there motionless. I am afraid to say: "Dad, how that old horse? It is the game lost ashamed? Or sick? Still do not have what reason?" Dad looked at
www.99Zuowen.com I looked anxiously at, the questioning, said: "it is tired, in bed." "Sleep?" I understand the question. Dad said: "horses and people are not the same, it is sleep standing up. The horse is old, just exercise it a little too much. Have a rest." I listened to his father's explanation was relieved. Making this trip, I not only appreciate the scenery, but also learned a lot of knowledge, I will have the opportunity to the。
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