There is solitary smoke in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river. The wisp of wolf smoke is still rising into the sky, and the wind cannot dissipate it. It is lonely and tired, and it has burned for thousands of years. The sunset in the desert is no more beautiful than in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is no scene of thousands of hectares of broken gold passing by. It hides its beauty in the dust, leaving only the vicissitudes of life. Camel caravans occasionally passed by on the dilapidated post road, leaving broken bells everywhere. The story of heroes chasing hegemony many years ago has been passed down through the ages with the erratic sound of the Qiang flute and the spinning dance steps...