Drive from Marrakech to the Sahara Desert and climb the Atlas Atlas, Morocco's highest mountain, to experience the richness of North Africa's landscapes. There are cities, seas, hills, snow-capped mountains, Gobi, deserts, canyons......

Your guide drives through the rugged mountains, passing countless 'desolate, pristine villages'. I was very surprised to see snow-capped mountains, and it snowed in winter in such a hot country as North Africa!

Before entering the Sahara, I settled in a small village called Dade Gorges, surrounded by the Gobi Mountains, which is the sense of déjà vu in Morocco. The people here are so simple that they are bursting.

The children on the road will smile immaturely and shyly at you, the woman in the headscarf will wink at you, the passers-by will look at you with indescribable eyes, but show a friendly smile when they look at each other, and the little brother on the street will come over and say China in broken English? Welcome to our city...

Locked in this small town with only one street for a long time, it is like a person with a broken leg living in an alley with no exit, the same day, no excessive happiness, and no sorrow.

Life without change is like the warp and weft on the loom, which has been woven over the years, but the color is a monotonous.

I sigh that the people in the town may not be able to get out of this city for the rest of their lives, and they don't know the lights outside, so they won't have so many desires and mediocrities to disturb themselves.

Prepare all your supplies and prepare the next day to delve into the legendary Sahara, which was described in books as a child, the largest desert in the world. The reason why the Sahara in Morocco is the most famous is because only here has the fiery red sand of the Sahara, and the sand in other places will only take on the color of loess.

The first step is to pass through a large desolate area, which is also a natural fossil museum. Once upon a time, this area used to be an ocean, so everywhere you can see the fossils of underwater creatures, and when you splash it on the water, you can see it more realistically.

At some point, the reddish mountain in the distance came into view: the Sahara dunes. Stop, everyone tied their Moroccan headscarves, stepped on camels, and began to walk into the Sahara.

When entering the desert, just in time for sunset, Johnson watched the sun sink into the sand little by little, and the sunset hit the sand, making it even more red.

The camel is about a 1-hour trip to take into the desert camp. By the time we arrived, the sunset was nearing its end and the stars were beginning to light up the night sky. After dinner in the tent, everyone gathered outside around the campfire, played tambourine with the Berbers, sang songs in their language, and sang and danced together.

In the desert at nine o'clock, the sky was completely dark, the bonfires were burning, and the stars were overflowing. Looking up, you can clearly see the shining Milky Way in the sky, and various constellations, constellations, and stars surround.

The desert is very cold at night, the sand is very cold, draped in a thick blanket, sitting in the quiet desert and looking at the large starry sky overhead, the beauty is so primitive, the beauty has no bounds.

The emptiness here is like that little prince, pure and incredible. Sitting on a high sand dune, looking forward, backward, and in all directions, there were twinkling stars everywhere, and it was like a large black flannel cloth sprinkled with broken diamonds.

There was no word all night, the desert in the morning was as clean as if it had been washed by water, the sky was blue, there was not a trace of clouds, and the gentle sand dunes in the distance were constantly stretched to the limit of the sight.

The desert in the early morning will not be very hot, the temperature is moderate, stepping on it barefoot is a soft and warm feeling, finding a high point of the sand dunes waiting for the sunrise, bringing a thousand rays of light to the earth, a red line appeared at the end of the distant mountain, slowly, a big red ball slowly squeezed out of the sand layer little by little......

Eventually, the red ball jumped out of the sand completely, emitting a dazzling white light, and the whole desert began to wake up, lively, and boil.

In the sand at this time, SC Johnson reminds me of a huge sleeping woman, as if she was still breathing slightly, undulating, so serene and deep beautiful.

With the bright light, I stepped on the camel again and chased the sunrise. Camels are very well-behaved, much simpler than riding horses, although they can be a little grumpy before being ridden.

Coming to the small village called Casbas, the location is remote, the transportation is inconvenient, most of the residents of the village have moved away, but the well-preserved characteristic buildings have made it a new favorite of Hollywood directors, I heard that the film and television dramas that have been filmed include "Tomb Robbery", "Gladiator", "Cleopatra", "Heavenly Dynasty", "Tower of Babel", ......

There is also the most familiar "Game of Thrones", due to political reasons, and even for a long time, many scenes about Egypt in European and American blockbusters were filmed here.

Standing in front of the palace at the top of the village, looking out in all directions, a vast land, the yellow of sand and stone dominates the world, and the only remaining bit of green huddles together for warmth, and is all covered with a veil of earth.

Not far away is the new settlement of the villagers of Ait Benhaddou, which is said to be a problem and needs to be transported from several kilometres away, despite the fact that it has a certain income from the development of tourism, which is a world heritage site left by their ancestors.

There are too many legends in the world, and you will sigh, marvel, and admire when you see them, but you will definitely not want to be a part of the legend.

The purpose of travel and experience is often not to make you look for a new life, but to make you cherish what you have more!

Riding a horse is enough to torment people, and riding a camel is even more uncomfortable, especially with too many dangers lurking under the monotonous appearance of the desert, you never know which foot of the mount under your crotch will sink into the soft sand pit, and you need to hold the handrail in front of the saddle tightly at all times, and you can feel how brave the pioneers of those adventurers are to move towards the limits of human conquest of nature!

The endless desert, human beings seem so small, maybe this place is not suitable for survival, but it is worth leaving behind the pressure and constraints of reality to see, see the grandeur of nature here, and truly maintain a heart of awe for nature forever.

Continue to move forward with a load, grab a handful of delicate yellow sand, raise it in the afterglow of the sunset, and watch the grains of sand dance in the wind, each grain of yellow sand is a desert flower. A gust of wind blows, and the dry trees stretch out into the air like arms, and they will still be lush again during the rainy season.

The endless yellow sand was whined by a lonely wind, and the vast sky overhead was so blue that there was no trace of variegation, and the golden desert merged into a line in the distance, and the earth was transformed into a poetic desolation.

Sahara, Sahara forever.