I visited this place last July, and it was lush and green. This October, the wheat harvest was complete, and some late-season wheat remained; the scenery was beautiful in its own way. Ascending the winding mountain road, towering spruce trees pierced the sky, their deep green layers creating a magnificent landscape unique to Xinjiang. The mountains, snow-capped peaks, wheat fields, and grasslands displayed varying shades of green and yellow, interspersed with touches of red—a breathtaking sight. Reaching a high vantage point, gazing at the winding mountain road, the towering spruce trees, the majestic snow-capped mountains, the vast wheat fields and grasslands, dotted with clusters of white Mongolian yurts and scattered flocks of sheep, a sense of grandeur welled up within me. The beauty nourished my soul. Even the harvested Jiangbulak was breathtaking.