Yellow is its most beautiful hue, and strong wind is its most beautiful ballad. The ravines are conceived in the vertical and horizontal directions, and there are winding paths for childbirth. High-pitched notes, contemplating the desolate beauty of that land. The end of prosperity is the land reclaimed in past dynasties, the riverbed where life thrives, and the oldest call can be heard. The land embraces the vicissitudes of annual rings and the undulating ridges, spreading the most beautiful part of life on the hills and gully of the hometown.