When the first sun shines into the small felt room in the morning, it dispels all the haze in my heart. All over the mountain, I lay down on the ground, looking at the sky, then looking at the cattle and sheep eating grass, thirsty to drink the stream, holding a small flower in the mouth, a little song, there is no cell phone signal, no interruption, You can ride the horse and roll on the grass. Here, the telecom signal is best. There is a sense of solitude that comes to peace, but suddenly comes.