Feel the initial

There is no heaven in the world, and heaven is only in our fantasy. But in that ethereal, innocent land, under the blue, gorgeous sky, there are often white sheep, the horses of the banquet, the green pastures, the colorful flowers, the white yurts. This is a paradise on earth, and everything is beautiful and suffocating. The grassland, the vast grassland, the extraordinary grassland, I finally came to the Mongolian grassland, I came to heaven.

The beauty of the grasslands is different. I was fortunate enough to appreciate the beauty of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Its beauty is ups and downs, and the beautiful grasslands like green waves are generally displayed in front of people. Its layers are stacked, and there is a mountain that is taller than a mountain. It seems to go straight into the sky and enter the pure land of heaven. It brings me unlimited holiness and closeness. The Mongolian grassland is indeed very different. When I came to the Mongolian grassland, my first feeling was green. The deep green of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but the light green color, seemed to be full of infinite vitality, making people shine.

Here I felt the call of the Mother Earth, so I squatted on one knee, one hand caressing the green grass, and one hand touched the land. There are still one or two crystal clear dew on the green grass, and the black land is a bit wet. Suddenly, my fingertips unconsciously pressed the green grass, and the dewdrops slowly slid down the back of the grass and fell softly on the ground. It was like a child falling down, so cute. Grabbing a handful of dirt, closing my eyes, gently sniffing, the faint aroma made me intoxicated, I seem to return to the original origin. I am no longer a younger boy, but a child in the mother's stomach, slowly absorbing the mother's nutrition. The soil fell to the ground when my palm opened, and it returned to the beginning.

In the Mongolian steppe, you seem to be my old friend. We have never met, but you can bring me a sense of intimacy. Mongolian grassland, you seem to be my home, we have never met, but you can bring me a sense of peace. In the Mongolian steppe, you seem to be my mother. We have no emotions, but you can bring me unlimited love.

Ah, the grassland, I want to sing a song and sing my endless love for you. I gain strength in your body and regain my life! The grassland tour will open after my freshman.

Grassland, grassland...

First day: no way