More three-dimensional than Switzerland — half flower sea, half snowy mountain

If you are fortunate enough to visit Kalajun Grassland, congratulations — you have stumbled into God's own back garden. The beauty of Kalajun reveals itself in a gust of wind. Standing in the heart of the "Human Body Grassland," a gentle breeze passes by, trapping people in this moment as they wander through a wilderness that holds nowhere else to go. Nearby, cattle and sheep graze, draped in the twilight glow, moving through wisps of cooking smoke. Benefoot, wild grass grows freely, stretching toward the distant mountains gleaming with golden light. Clouds drift lazily across the vast sky, while a gentle wind sweeps over the rolling meadows, softening all the noise of the wild.

Kalajun Grassland. Source: pexels@-im_malikbasit

In Kalajun, every form of beauty takes shape, and every dream can become reality. There is a saying in Kazakh: "Hudaybuyrsa tahe kezdesem." (If heaven wills it, I think we shall meet again.) Yet the moment people set eyes on Kalajun Grassland, they may realize — the splendor of April is nothing more than a fleeting glance from you.

Editor Ⅰ: Zhang Congxiao

Editor Ⅱ: Bao Gang

Editor Ⅲ: Pan Kaiyue