The vast grassland is boundlessly connected to the sky. The setting sun shines on the grass, reflecting the ground of broken gold. The breeze blows through and brings up a fragrance of green grass. The neighing of horses comes from afar. The whistle and the sound of horses hooves show that a large group of horses will run from here. Not far away, two white yurts are located on the green grassland. The smoke from cooking is rising from outside to give people a sense of quietness and peace. Mom, you see, it is my dad and the black hair. A girl in a Tibetan robe with two braids rushed out happily from the yurt and raised her hands to cover the sun and look into the distance.