The off-road vehicle galloped in the endless wilderness, the mighty wind swept across the grassland, and swayed from my side, and the grass waves swayed from the bottom of the foot to the horizon. The flock ate the grass leisurely, and the horses sang in the hillocks, looking up, and the green and undulating greens outlined the lines of ink on the horizon. Here is a famous pasture since ancient times. It has nurtured many ancient nomads. The Mongolian ministries of Genghis Khan used to live in this area. At that time, it was his old camp.