The blue sky, clear lakes, verdant grasslands, galloping horses, and white flocks of sheep. The great grasslands are indeed heaven.
Sitting in the car, the clouds are drifting, birds are flying, and there are hills full of wild apricots in the distance, scattered Mongolian yurts, along with wisps of smoke rising from them, herds of sheep returning from pasture, and the sunset painting the clouds red on the horizon. All these showcase the charm and magic of the grasslands.
"The east produces statesmen, the west produces warriors, and Jiangnan produces scholars."
Strong men riding sturdy horses galloping freely across the vast grasslands. Their skilled posture and swift speed truly reflect the nomadic people who conquered the land on horseback.
Departing at five in the morning, two trucks sped along the way, finally reaching the pastoral area at sunset.
At the moment, no one felt the fatigue of the journey, for the scenery along the way was overwhelmingly beautiful.
