I went to supper in a restaurant on the mountainside of Helan Mountains one night in November. The wind was stroking my face comfortably. I looked far at the distance of city. The curtain of darkness fell, and then the city at distance was lighted up little by little. What great silence out of darkness!
This land, has been sleeping for millions of years, full of affectionateness. Wine is the juice of the earth. The grape-growing and the wine-making will send the messenger of earth with fragrance.
Helan Mountains, Virgin Land, Origin of Life, Like a Baby, Pink and Tender, Natural, Be itself, Free like Wind, Passing on, Fragrance