The prairie

The beauty of grassland is not only embodied in stillness, but also in the twinkling of an eye. A sudden heavy rain ruined our afternoon trip, and we gathered in the yurt to drink tea. Everyone was angry about the strange customs of the grassland. After the rain, I walked out of the yurt, and found the horizon hanging a quietly elegant rainbow, so simply, in the clear sky painted a nearly perfect semicircle. I looked at her, amazed at her heartthrob beauty, and almost burst into tears.