There is a song all over the country, and there is a place that is sacred and fascinating. It is the "first bag in the world" known as "The First Bag of the World". If the ice and snow in Aershan did not make us afraid yesterday, then the knife-like north wind that came to this bag was just a bit piercing. With awe, and with a wish, we circling the stone three times, sprinkling the stone, praying earnestly, and hopefully getting paid. evening, came to the Mongolian nomadic tribe, and together with the herdsmen to make milk tea, listen to the Mongolian songs in the yurt, and reverberate in the ears. Out of the yurt, attracted by the stars in the sky, it is the shock of the city lights, a little bit of starlight, so that the night in the snow has become gentle, tonight, starlight, flying through the night into the dream.