Embarking on a journey to Hulunbuir

Only by coming here can you understand that the poetic imagery of "the wind blows the grass low to reveal cattle and sheep" from textbooks is not a fairy tale! The grasslands of Hulunbuir resemble a palette of green paint spilled by God, with endless stretches of verdant hues rolling over hills. Herds of cattle and sheep leisurely graze, and the clouds hang so low that it feels like you could reach out and pluck a piece to savor like cotton candy. Riding an off-road vehicle deep into the heart of the grasslands, I was utterly captivated by the graceful curves of the Morigele River, winding like ribbons across the earth and reflecting the blue sky. In the evening, lying in a Mongolian yurt, I listened to the melodious tunes of the horsehead fiddle and gazed at the dazzling Milky Way through the skylight. In that moment, even breathing felt tender. Warm-hearted herders offered steaming milk tea and taught us, step by step, how to roast a whole lamb. This immersive experience of local life was truly priceless! If you also wish to escape the hustle and bustle, come to Hulunbuir! Here, even the wind carries the scent of freedom, and every breath of air feels sweet to the soul. This must be what an earthly paradise looks like!