xinjiang flower

Riding a bicycle and galloping on the grassland alone, the morning of early spring is cold, lonely and free

The roads on the grassland are winding and undulating. This is the third time to explore this month. Finally, I arrived at this piece of Pulsatilla

This is the sunrise after a continuous week of rain. The frost last night bent the Pulsatilla, but when the sun came out, they slowly stood up an

d continued to bloom