Excerpt from the original text: Let's have a good meal. This year, we can see that the sand dunes dug with red willows last year, like the wounded whose eyes were cut out, are still wide open and glaring at the sky. But this shocking sight won't last long. By the third year, the sand dunes had disappeared, as if there had never been any ancient trees here for thousands of years, and hundreds of millions of gravel had accumulated. According to people who have been to Ali recently, the red willow forest has long been dug up and burned, and even the roots are gone.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, I suddenly think of the aborigines on the plateau. Where do their souls live in the clouds now? Do you feel that the once fixed yellow sand has drifted all over the world? Dust and fog rising from the roof usually fly far away.