"The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep"...... Always yearning for the vast grasslands, beautiful mountains, always imagine looking up at the sky on a sunny summer day, the leisurely white clouds floating, as if the years are eternal in a moment. Flocks of cattle and sheep in front of you, green grass as quiet as the sea, eager to ride galloping yo, the heart of the great sentiment. The summer night breeze, the twinkling stars, the family sitting around the campfire, drinking a cup of intoxicating milk tea, tasting a sweet glutinous milk cake on the grassland, as if in a romantic heart, playing a beautiful violin.