Jumping happily by the rice fields.
Jumping happily at the edge of the rice field, feeling the rustling of the wind blowing through the rice field, as if the mother's gentle lullaby sounded in her ear.
Gorgeous sea of flowers on the hillside
Jiale came to the hillside, and the flowers all over the mountain were in full bloom, red and yellow, as colorful as mom's flower apron.
Beautiful scenery on the grassland
Squeaking on the vast grassland, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, overlooking the green grass and white sheep in the distance, everything looks so beautiful.
Delicious cream cake in Mongolian yurts
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and there was a strong smell of milk in the yurt, which reminded me of the delicious cream cake made by my mother.
The desire to go home and affection.
Zhizhi missed her mother deeply and decided to leave home at once. It understands that although the outside world is beautiful, it is the happiest thing to be with my dear mother.