Before I was twenty, I never knew that the world was more than just a piece of yellow sand.
I don't know that the setting sun is not just a vast red color that dyes the sky and the earth. I don't know that the wind is not just the kind of flying sand and stones, but can also gently blow across the earth with color and gentleness, like a lover's hand.
So when I came to this small town called Yuebai near my birthday this year, I was shocked. I tugged on the skirt of the sister next to me:
"Sister, am I dreaming?"
I heard a low chuckle from behind the veil. My sister was as gentle as ever. She rode on Arlo's back and waited quietly for me to regain my composure, then gently pulled the rope to signal Arlo to continue moving forward.
The camel bells were ringing along with the rhythm of the march. In the desert, the bells could penetrate far away, but when they entered this small town, they were gradually lost in the sound of people.
By the way, this is also the first time I know that there are places in the world where there are more people than yellow sand.
Concept: The growth history of a young man