The golden wheat field gave birth to a simple people. Everything in the wilderness of the wilderness grows wildly, and the sun is so beautiful. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, we returned to Golmud and met a golden field. With the permission of the uncle of the peasant, we carefully plunged in and took some photos. Trekking in the warm wheat fields, the golden wheat swaying with the wind, the rhythmic wheat waves from top to bottom, I looked down in the golden ocean. In the end, the peasant uncle invited us to the house. A large number of people "came into the room", all attracted by the fresh simmering in the yard. These red and clear little cutes gradually dried up under the care of the sun, lost water, and then picked the best quality and sent them to the town for packing. Then they were transported to all corners of the motherland and became our hands to nourish the liver. Kidney, lungs and throat.