They are the stones beside the boundary monument, silent but firm; they are the seeds of the Gesang flower, small but tenacious. Behind every mission is unspoken concern; deep in every scar is loyalty engraved in the bones and blood. When the wind and sand pass over the boundary monument, and when the Gesang flowers cover the Gobi desert, readers will see that those ordinary names have long been integrated with this land, becoming a more eternal mark than the stone monument.
