Sunset, sunset glow dyed half the sky red, just like a shy little girl in pettish. Clouds are burning in the background of sunset glow, and the whole sky is colorful and beautiful!
Time flies, like water, and we have to say goodbye to the Mongols again. We are both reluctant to leave. We hold tightly with Mongolian men, women and children. Everyone's hearts are closely tied together, and the whole nation is United and harmonious. Everybody, you talk to me, talk to each other, speak freely and reluctantly. I don't know who said "goodbye, we will meet again." Then I got on the bus first, and others got on the bus somehow and said something similar. At this time, it began to rain lightly in the sky, as if we were sad that we had to leave. The air is stagnant and the world is very quiet, except for the roar of car engines. At this time, everyone has a tacit understanding. No one said a word, just staring at each other quietly, eyes full of disappointment. Finally, we finally chose to break the silence and drive away. Mongolian men, women and children rode for dozens of miles, then waved and stopped, looking at the direction of the car. After this friendly gathering, the friendship between the Han and Mongolian people has deepened.