In mid-autumn, the highland grassland at the southern foot of Agulla Mountain has lost its summer green and been dyed with large tracts of golden color due to the increasingly fierce mountain wind coming from the snow-capped mountains. The sky has turned into a rich, almost gorgeous blue-purple, and the clouds have piled up into cascading mountains at low altitude, as if another snow-capped mountain has opened up in the sky, slowly moving with the wind.
In the slightly cool wind, a white horse flew out from the direction of the sea of clouds and galloped over the gentle undulating fields. A large flock of sheep appeared not far away, and seven or eight big dogs kept running back and forth on the edge of the sheep sea, making the sheep move slowly and neatly. There are still several men and women on horseback outside the sheep herd, holding long poles for driving sheep, and beyond that are the black herds of cattle. Before all the grass in the autumn pastures wilts, let the livestock, large and small, eat as much as they can and put on their autumn fat. Hearing the clatter of horse hooves, several nearby shepherd dogs started barking alertly.