The gentle sunshine is quietly scattered on the colorful prayer flags. At this moment, my face is solemn, and I follow the bag of the Beizi Temple. I am silent in my heart, and the cheese in my hand is thrown high. To the mysterious and solemn bag, every walk, every time I raise my hand, I am full of my deep piety and love. The colorful prayer flags hunted in the winds of Xilin Gol, and I faintly understood my silent wish.