He was originally an ignorant young man outside Jiayuguan Pass, who followed the camel bell into the yellow sand in the sky.
That year at the head of Culun City, the flags changed again and again. Saren, the daughter of the Mongolian prince, grabbed the hem of his clothes in the firelight and said, "Take me away." From then on, there was a pair of desperate mandarin ducks on the Gobi Desert, with the Russian cavalry behind them and the boundless wind and sand in front of them.
Before his death, his father thrust a map of "Begonia Leaves" into his arms: "Remember, this is our home."
But those leaves withered little by little over the years.
Forty years later, he became a white-haired old man in Jiayuguan. Whenever the wind blows, you can always hear the sound of camel bells - some people say it is the caravan returning, but only he knows that it is the souls who are forever trapped in a foreign land, looking for a way home.
Until the young man who came from the other side of the strait knelt in front of the grave and called "Grandpa".
The sandstorm finally stopped. Amid the sound of camel bells, two generations crossed mountains and seas to piece together a complete map of their homeland.
A song "Dream of Camel Bells" brings tears to the family and the country for hundreds of years. This is an epic story in which a person, a family, and a generation use their footsteps to measure the land and use their lives to protect "where the countryside is".
