24 Hours in Altay｜I Found a Long-Sealed Fairyland on Earth

🌅6 AM Gently awakened by the fresh scent of grass and trees Opening the door, a thin mist like a milky white khata Lightly wraps around the waist of the mountains The whole world is moist and quiet Only the Irtysh River flows eternally in the distance Taking a deep breath, the air is as crisp as mountain spring water chilled by ice Reaching the heart and lungs, instantly refreshing · ☀ Morning Driving to Kanas Lake, the road endlessly winding Outside the car windows, a flowing painting— Dark green spruces, golden birch forests In the clearings, unknown wildflowers bloom like a sea [That’s not color, it’s splattered oil paint] The lake water is an incredible turquoise blue Like a huge cool turquoise stone Carefully cradled in the palms of the surrounding mountains Sitting by the lake, watching light and shadow paint Time loses its flow here · 🏡 Afternoon Breaking into a primitive Tuva wooden cabin in Hemu Village Wooden fences casually surround it, cattle and sheep leisurely grazing Holding a warm bowl of milk tea, leaning against the cabin The sunlight stretches shadows long Only the sound of wind, birdsong, and your own heartbeat in your ears 💭 At that moment, suddenly feeling: [Just idling away time like this is also wonderful] · 🌄 When the sunset dyes the sky orange-pink Climbing to the highest point of Guanyu Pavilion The entire valley quiets down in the dusk Like the ending of a poem, lingering and long-lasting Looking back from the car on the way home Stars light up one by one, illuminating Altay’s night sky · ✨ Some feelings: Here, you don’t need to think, just feel Feel the wind, feel the light, feel your own existence Altay’s summer is a dream you don’t want to wake from If you’re tired too, come here to recharge🔋