In Hulunbuir, I found the shape of the wind—a roaming healing journal

Escape the city and rush into the embrace of the grassland.
When that endless green appears before your eyes,
the whole world becomes quiet💚

The sky here is boldly blue,
the clouds hang low like cotton candy,
feeling like you can reach out and pick one☁
It turns out the wind really has a shape—
it’s the ripples of the grass waves,
the hem of a Mongolian robe,
the eternal dance of prayer flags.
Take off your shoes and step onto the grass,
the cool, soft touch is so healing!

The grassland is like a huge velvet carpet,
lying down you can smell the mixed scent of sunshine + soil + grass.
Wildflowers scatter like stars,
purple, white, yellow… as beautiful as a Monet painting🎨
In the distance, herders and horse herds move sometimes still, sometimes in motion.
Stillness is like an oil painting; movement is life.
This freedom is probably the best gift of the grassland.

Drinking salty milk tea in a Mongolian yurt at a herder’s home,
warmth flows from the throat to the heart.
Looking out at the vast world beyond the window,
suddenly loneliness can feel so full.

At dusk, the entire grassland is bathed in gold,
each blade of grass topped with a little sun🌞
Time seems to stand still yet rush by swiftly.
I just want to carve this moment of peace forever in my heart.

💡Tips:
🌟The beautiful scenery is all along the way; no need to obsess over check-in spots.
🌟Protect the environment; take memories, leave no trash.
🌟Remember to bring a jacket! The grassland wind is super enthusiastic.

On this day, I had a green dream,
and my soul was completely cleansed✨