Marmots Chasing Kites at Zherong Yuanyang Grassland

"Dad's octopus kite is stuck in the clouds!" Duoduo shouted as she ran with the colorful tail fluttering behind her, the grass waves rolling like an emerald sea. I spread out the picnic blanket and explained, "This is a rare alpine meadow in the south, and in winter it turns into a fluffy white wool blanket!" Old Chen suddenly lay on the ground and imitated a marmot's call, attracting a real one to peek out from its burrow. Duoduo's face turned red from holding back laughter, "They're saying 'Where did this silly two-legged creature come from!'" We wove crowns out of foxtail grass, and the little queen waved her scepter and declared, "I hereby name this mountain Ice Cream Sundae Peak!" At dusk, we encountered a shepherd herding the clouds back into the pen. Duoduo chased after the lambs with a pinwheel, "Little curly, wait for me!" The setting sun stretched our shadows long, and Old Chen picked up a water bottle that had rolled down the grassy slope and sighed, "Raising a daughter is harder than herding sheep!" On the way back, the little shepherd girl counted the sheep in the camera and fell asleep while counting.