The clear river water flows over the side of the boat, carrying the slight coolness of the melting snow mountains, carrying you to split the sparkling waves. On both sides of the strait, green stretches to the horizon, with cows and sheep scattered like pearls on the carpet, and grass fragrance and fragments of pastoral songs wrapped in the wind. The engine's soft roar breaks the tranquility, but does not disturb the harmony of nature - that is the rhythm that resonates with the pulse of the grassland. At times, I gallop, splashing water on my cheeks and feeling the pleasure of the wind brushing past my ears; Sometimes drifting slowly, watching the clouds float on the water surface, listening to the river's murmuring stories about the grasslands.
The clear river water flows over the side of the boat, carrying the slight coolness of the melting snow mountains, carrying you to split the sparkling waves. On both sides of the strait, green stretches to the horizon, with cows and sheep scattered like pearls on the carpet, and grass fragrance and fragments of pastoral songs wrapped in the wind. The engine's soft roar breaks the tranquility, but does not disturb the harmony of nature - that is the rhythm that resonates with the pulse of the grassland. At times, I gallop, splashing water on my cheeks and feeling the pleasure of the wind brushing past my ears; Sometimes drifting slowly, watching the clouds float on the water surface, listening to the river's murmuring stories about the grasslands.
