Deep in the grasslands, the luxury wooden houses of the Donggui Jianggar Homeland are like温润 jade beads polished by time, quietly embedded in the green fields stretching to the horizon, as if they were meant to belong to this land from the moment of their birth. This chosen land where nine suns are said to have fallen hides the whispers of nature and humanity. The log cabins carry the wrinkles of tree rings and the warm fragrance of pine wood; ethnic tapestries hang like flowing clouds; carved ornaments hold the ancient stories of the grasslands, quietly exuding a unique blend of ruggedness and tenderness—like the milk tea offered by herdsmen, bold yet sweet, wild yet warm. Opening the window reveals an endless expanse of green reaching the sky, with grass tips gently swaying in the wind, like the breath of the earth. In the morning, watch the rising sun tiptoe over the grass, gilding countless dewdrops into shattered gold, even the air steeped in crisp light; in the evening, chase the setting sun, seeing the twilight drape the grasslands in a golden cloak, the wind carrying warm,烘烘 light, even shadows turning soft. If you want to be wild, run barefoot over the grass, letting your skirt brush against dewy wildflowers; if you want to be bold, mount a horse, draw a bow and shoot an arrow, letting the sound of hooves break the silence and the arrow cut through the sky—nomadic heroism will seep into your veins. When tired, step into a yurt to savor fresh flavors: milk tea brews the richness of the grasslands; the 12-course Jianggar feast spreads out like a vivid painting; hand-held mutton glistens with oil, tempting the appetite; roasted lamb carries the aroma of charcoal, drilling straight into the nostrils—every bite is a heartfelt gift from the grasslands, fresh enough to taste the sun and wind. Thoughtful service is always at hand, with travel guides and itineraries ready at your request. No need to worry—just let yourself be embraced by the grasslands. Come here, let the grassland wind sweep away all troubles, let your days steep in the scent of grass, and live like a poem embracing nature. When you leave, your pockets will be filled with sunshine, and your memory will hold glowing fragments. Every time you think of it, it will feel like sipping that cup of hot milk tea, warming you to the core.