In May, the grasslands of Kangxi were riding horses. At that time, the grasslands were not green enough. They were full of yellow sand. The horse here knows his family very well. He rides far away. He turns his head and runs home carelessly. I almost fell off. But the scenery is really beautiful. Someone rushed out ahead, leaving behind a string of flying sand, reeds at the water's edge. Against the background. It's beautiful.