Wanma Pentium grassland is how much like the dream of prairie people, autumn Ulan Butong Wanmu golden yellow, the whole birch forest covered with grand dress, the royal style of the horse farm, with a dominance of the world, horseshoe galloping unrestrained people feel at ease... Here horses, cattle and sheep flock to grow, blue sky pasture, whip singing, herdsmen's harness pole in the sunset outline captured the moon... Grassland is poetry, grassland is painting, grassland is the home of cattle and sheep... Lens can't hold the melodious Mongolian long tune, eyes can't lock the fragrance of grassland four seasons... Ulan Butong, you will be intoxicated... Here is like Mongolian spirits brewed for thousands of years, waiting for you here...