The vast, boundless grassland stretched like a green painting unfurling to the horizon, with its soft meadows extending like a carpet, facing the snow-capped Yala Snow Mountain in the distance.
Under the sunlight, the snowy peaks glowed with a cool, holy light, creating an enchanting scene with the black yaks and white sheep scattered over the grassland. Colorful tents of the herders dotted the land, like stars fallen on the green carpet. The wind blew through the prayer flags, fluttering with a clear, highland scent, cleansing the dust deep within one's soul.
In such an extreme beauty, even breathing seemed to become lighter, but Tang Tang and Xiao Ya finally had to go home.
