Every wonderful night, the stars emerge from the leaves to spread the light. On the road leading to the Gobi, there is a wild grass full of mountain flowers, and you will smell the faint fragrance of flowers on windless days.
On the Gobi you will hear all kinds of voices singing, there is a clear spring slowly flowing out, cool into the heart. Babbling streams march forward jubilantly, skimming over grass and small stones, encountering large stones divided into two strands, and when they cross, they will splash gray or white water, and their songs are the joy of Namo, and there is a solemn sound echoing in the cheerful tone, reminiscent of the sea.
We must also not forget every dawn of the years. Sunrise and sunset roses and the morning light quietly spreads between the stars, dyeing the blue night sky with daffodil-like clear colors, and the straight beams of light rush into the distance, sweeping over the ridges, caressing the rows of trees, and waking up the mighty lords of the mountains with soft light. Let them wake up in the warmth and shine happily in the mountains. The sun is shining like gold at noon. Snowflake-like clouds build up the mountains, and the earth glows with joy.
At sunset, the trees stand silently, and goodnight blessings await them. All this is sacred, unceasing, and unashamed wealth.