Stepping on the creaking thin snow, the old camel bell ringing in my ears. The Bogda peak in the distance was covered by the cumulus cloud, and the mountains nearby were black and white. The only warmth that can be found in the vast space is these wooden buildings with different shapes and different colors. Between the white world, we are two abrupt intruders. In most parts of the motherland, Xie Xia solstice has been spent, but in Xinjiang, we encountered a beautiful holiday like a fairy tale.