The next morning, as soon as Topaz got up, he was bewildered by the beauty of the grassland. At this time, the sun has not yet shown its face, and the clouds and mist are gushing out from the bottom www.biquge.info of the valley, slowly rising, sometimes light, sometimes thick, looking from afar, shrouded in layers between the grasslands, just like a wonderful landscape painting. Sometimes the waves are turbulent, sometimes the ethereal is nothing, like a silver ribbon draped over the grassland. Sometimes the sea of clouds is as magnificent as a galloping horse, pouring down, sometimes it is as gentle as a girl, shy and half-covering the face of the hibiscus, sometimes like a young and unrestrained teenager, laughing from the sky......

When the sun rises, layers of light shine through the clouds and sprinkle all over the earth, or a gust of wind blows away the sea of clouds, and the original layers become wisps again, but they still float around and can't bear to leave this beautiful dream world. When the clouds clear, the golden rape flowers and pink peach blossoms are all presented in front of people.

The so-called sea of clouds refers to the clouds formed under certain weather conditions, and what people are seeing is a boundless cloud, such as the shore of the sea, with waves rising and surging, waves splashing, and waves crashing on the shore. The sea of clouds formed at sunrise and sunset is the most spectacular, called the "sea of colored clouds". The air flow circulates over the grassland, jumping up and down, and the clouds and stratocumulus clouds in the sky drift with the wind, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, sometimes whirling, sometimes stretching, constituting a myriad of wonders of the sea of clouds.

No matter which direction you look at, the scenery you see on the steppe is almost the same: a simple and beautiful painting. It is simple because two huge colors make up the whole picture, and it is beautiful because there is no one who does not like the green grass and the blue sky. It is still a beauty that coexists with each other, but one cannot become its beauty, and only the eternal unreachable heavenly realm can separate them. Tents and cattle and sheep are faintly visible, and the green world is dotted with white sparkles. The grassland is full of green grass, full of all kinds of wild flowers, cattle and sheep eat grass leisurely, the climate is cool, the water and grass are abundant, it is indeed like a heavenly realm

The grassland is a brocade painting woven by blue sky, white clouds, rainbows, cattle and sheep and green, pure and beautiful like a fairyland, not disturbed by the world. The endless green grasslands are interspersed with unknown flowers, the snow-white sheep are like catkins scattered to the ground in spring, and the yurts are like stars in the night sky. Looking at the horizon, the clear blue sky seems to be connected with the green world, and I no longer feel myself in this heaven and earth, as if I am in harmony with this sky, this earth, this mountain, and this water. Forget the chaos of the world, wash away the impetuous throbbing in your heart, and concentrate on indulging in the picturesque paradise surrounded by snow-capped mountains. The famous, the unknown, in a variety of forms, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, are weaving pieces of colorful carpets, gathering into confusing colorful clouds. Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and clear water set off the noisy world of flowers, outlining a gorgeous European-style oil painting. The most distinctive feature is that it is sparse and dense, sparse and galloping, and dense and not ventilated. The slopes at the edge of the meadow are overgrown with birch trees in some areas, and large birch forests are dense and unventilated. Drilling in, the branches and leaves obscured the clouds and the sun, and I didn't know how big the forest was. In some areas, the birch trees are sparse and sparse, there are single trees, there are clusters of three or five thousand, and there are dozens of trees in clusters, which are beautiful. In addition, the terrain here is rich in variety, with grasslands, wetlands, canyons, and hills. In the morning and evening, the sun shines obliquely, and the backlight makes the mountain beams out of the highlight outline line, and the contrast between light and dark renders the hazy beauty of the general environment, constituting oil paintings.

On the dense green meadows, some of the starry wildflowers are as bright as Venus, some are as delicate as red hairpins, the flowers are of different colors, the shades are distinct, and they stretch layer by layer, scattered. The wind blows, the petals flutter gently, and occasionally a lark chirps. People walked by, startling birds to hover in the sky. Walking among the flowers and plants, the feeling is really different: or quiet, or stretched, or pure...... The grassland is as green as a blanket, full of wild mountain flowers swaying in the wind, the air is full of the fragrance of wild flowers, the grass is green and the flowers are yellow, the chickadees are chirping, competing for beauty, gorgeous and colorful. The beauty of the "grass" is like a beautiful woman who has just woken up from a deep sleep, with a pretty posture and a moving figure, exuding charming charm everywhere. The vast meadows, the gorgeous sea of flowers, the beauty in the green, the beauty in the spiritual landscape, and the beauty in the endless nature. The whole grassland is green, like a natural green carpet, flowers are in full bloom, flowers are like brocade, purple and red, fighting for beauty, cattle and sheep are all over the field, blue sky, white clouds, and green grass are all in one.