The wind, light and melodious, like a free note, blows the sand dunes and carries the story of thousands of years. Guided by the wind, the fine sand dances like a group of dancing elves, dancing to its own melody. The sun shines on the golden grains of sand, each one like a tiny star, shining with the brilliance of history.
And the stones, calm and solid, they seem to be the guardians of this desert, carrying the precipitation of time. When the wind rises, the stones seem to have life, jumping, galloping, and composing a symphony of desert together with the flying sand grains. This is not only a performance of nature, but also the gentle chant of the years, in which people can feel the rhythm of life.
Perhaps a language in this desert, a silent and deep communication. Every grain of sand, every stone, precipitates the vicissitudes and secrets of the desert. They have witnessed the ups and downs, witnessed the passage of time, and become witnesses and recorders of this land.
In this desert, humans may only be passing by, but nature is the real master. Every time the wind rises, it is a call of nature, and every dance of sand and stones is a symphony of life. Perhaps, it is in this boundless yellow sand that we can more deeply feel the beauty and tenacity of life, the profundity of life, and the longevity of time.
December Creation Incentive Program