The snowflakes gradually fell, scattered and crystal clear. It was swept up by the wind and lifted into the sky. It became a whirlwind of sand, ice and snow. This is outside Yumen Pass.
I remember a poem: The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
I rarely see anyone, and few people come here. As far as the eye can see, there is an endless desert, and there is no trace of people or birds or animals for thousands of miles. There is a saying: "The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the long river is full of sunset." Unfortunately, there is not even smoke here. Not even a trace.
One person.
He was very young, and he was riding a horse alone, but in the swirling cold wind, it seemed that he could not even hear the sound of the horse's hooves. Maybe he didn't belong here in the first place, so why go through all the trouble to escape. His young appearance and handsome figure are so incompatible with the bitter cold land of Mobei.
Conception: