Where the wind blows,

Layer upon layer of rock was left behind,

There's no water here,

Rivers that have dried up for thousands of years,

But they left speckled rock formations,

I think it's a thousand-year-old wind,

The endless yellow dust that can be blown away.

The undulating mountains love,

Like a galloping horse,

Screaming on the battlefield,

The rolling red dust that is far away,

Thousands of years have left behind one bizarre dream after another.

Rolling hills,

Like a beautiful bird,

Flying towards the phoenix,

What is presented in front of you is,

A long scroll of a hundred birds and a phoenix,

Stroll through it,

Enjoying the thousands of years of clouds and smoke,

It's as if you've gone back to that ancient day,

The Queen Mother of the West came with the spring equinox on her face,

Not for anything else,

Just for the deep blue spring of Yao Chi.

The peach is gone,

The long yellow sand swept in,

It's long been a matter of things and people.

As far as the eye can see,

I can't find a trace of the fairy,

It's still that dark blue water,

It was the reflection of the blue sky and white clouds.

I think

The Queen Mother of the West must be very affectionate,

Once heaven and earth,

A paradise on earth.

If Heaven had eyes,

I think

He must have returned a green place,

That's how many years,

The anticipation of countless living beings.

Far away mountains,

Still hazy,

thunder and lightning,

The wind and rain sprinkled on the earth,

Scattered and blue.

Dark clouds,

I can't see the road ahead,

Twists

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers,

Come closer,

The sound of laughter and laughter,

A small path,

Stretch out into the distance.