Grasping sweet-sounding melody from singing of grass jointing is just like you pick up pieces of colorful cobble in river bed.With sun shining,the color enriches the life of the stone.It is the season who tells you:who seed will gain nutrients from land,be happy to new sprout,take root in the land and be welcome by fragrant blooming flowers.

Over the Gobi Dester in winter,cold wind dominates.It tears all skin of camel's thorn away,while leaves us a forceful and lofty image,some with twisted roots and gnarled branches,old but majestically standing.Having experienced numerous great calamities in life,they still maintain a young and powerful heart.Years after years,they grow in shrewd wind,and wait for next spring silently.At every sight of the appearence too horrible to look at, you will be surprised at greatness of life.When spring comes back to the basin,they,as they always do,present the great green bud.In this season,only these small plants can bring some heroic life to this Gobi Dester which becomes lifeless in winter.

What is worthy of being proud of for a nation is generally connected with the culture created by its elites.The soul of great masters lives in their works vividly;or in the relics dynamic as ever,while the unique view created by nature remains in the endless time and space of earth and heaven for ever.Standing on the rainless Gobi Desert,they looks lonely and gloomy,while you will never forget them even you just have a glance of them.