Starting from the ancient city of Marrakech, I encountered the everlasting spiritual civilization and the oasis in the primitive desert. When I was in the desert of the earth and shuttled through the oasis, I felt the stillness of the earth and the soul began to sigh. Explore every stone encountered along the way, listen to the power of every fallen leaf, every field is a part of the journey......

Through the thick trees, like a giant umbrella. Let the spring outside warm, overlapping branches between the fork, also can only leak spots of broken shadow. Feel the natural language of tens of thousands of grains of sand, which is the power of sand and the skin of this place.

Feel the natural language formed by tens of thousands of grains of sand, which is the power of the sand and the skin of the place. In every corner, there is the secret of life......

Exuberant vitality can not be defined by specific media, if there is, it must be the "green" of the source of all things. To some extent, it is precisely because of the vitality of "green" that the space is full of infinite possibilities. 

Who shed a profound splash into a dreamy night, planted his soul here, and let his drunken heart find its destination.

Marrakesh in the twilight is shrouded in a thin, warm cinnabar. All the exterior walls of the buildings are the color of terra-cotta, which seems to have a new life under the permeation of vegetation, dazzling and dazzling, so that people always try to approach.

We descend on the earth, explore all things, build self-awareness, and give it back to all things. Primitive and refined into one, in a new form, to interpret the beauty of the desert.

In the twilight, we came to taste the red wine and talk about the topic. The distant bonfire crackled, the creature explored and watched, and the simple and wild Marrakech was unleashing its ubiquitous charm in the twilight.

Meadows of wild flowers underfoot, and behind them the coloured old city. A city and a garden are not only the integration of colors, but also the history of each other, so that those plants and flowers full of time can also freely talk in the silent space.

Every sense of the body is turned on by drilling through irregular alleys. Arabic music was heard, souvenirs of all kinds were piled around, and colorful tapestries were dancing. As night fell and the stars turned, a curve of the Milky Way appeared high in the sky, lit by bonfires under the hot air balloon.

Looking up at the vast starry sky, All over the Milky way, you count the constellations you know, The bonfire under the hot air balloon reflects each other. You take a sip of wine and read books, surrounded by not only music, companions, but also treasured experiences along the way.......

Rust, reddish-brown, metal, where the desert flows, there is no grass, it connects with the flickering sky, it stands on the Gobi Desert, there is no timidity, it feels the insignificance and monotonousness of human beings, and it laments the generosity of nature.

The texture of the red soil texture is mixed with the figure with wild extravagance. Dry branches, rusty metal carvings, earthy texture. The primitive sense of space all over the wild of the ancient city, the mystery of the growth of all things, unfolds here one by one......

On the road, there is freedom or faith, or few people, or flow. Every encounter with nature is a surprise of dealing with the unknown. Along the way, feel the depth of inspiration and concurrency, and experience the fearlessness of achieving your dreams.