On the way to Qiongkushitai, we stayed at the home of a Kazakh person. They transformed the vacant rooms into homestays, although the facilities were slightly rudimentary, they had a unique flavor. Their house is the most distinctive wooden house in the local area, with a thick layer of soil covering the roof, and grass growing in it, thus integrating with the surrounding grasslands.

On the vast grassland, dandelions are like scattered stars, shining with silver white light under the sunlight, like the starry sky in the daytime. The wind from the grassland gently brushed my cheeks, carrying the fragrance of soil and grass. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts fly.

In this enchanting scenery, I feel an indescribable tranquility and tranquility. It seems that at this moment, all the troubles and worries are swallowed up by the vastness of the grassland, leaving only the inner peace. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air, as if I could feel the scent of the grassland blending into every cell of my body, blending in with nature.

My friends and I immersed ourselves in this boundless green ocean until sunset. The afterglow of the setting sun fell through the gaps in the clouds, like a spotlight on the stage, dyeing this grassland golden. The grass under the sunshine presents a mottled and varied light and shadow, breathtaking beauty, making people feel as if they are immersed in a magnificent oil painting.