“The wind passed the lake, through your vision; came cross the hillock, I heard the power of wind; drunk and I fall down, along the cliff; and I saw you, the eternal flame…”
      The moment of the rising wind, narrow the eyes. When I turn my back, the mountains and the clouds of my hometown are driving slowly to my opposite; that song about time, caress my face, like a strong colour. All the childhood imaginations behind the sorghum field, become clear in the twinkling. “Dust all along the way, wishes all along the way, and looking forwards. Aaa-yee-yaa”

   
01 bright moonlight
02 Aaa-yee-yaa
03 Reflections
04 Nuo
05 Water cicada
06 The sound from the       kingdom of mountains
07 Above the river
08 hometown
09 Pretty red flowers
10 Twelve Suns
bright moonlight
Aaa-yee-yaa
reflections
nuo
water cicada
the sound from the kingdom of mountains

above the river
hometown
pretty red flowers
twelve suns
The echoes of singing are spreading from far away, the sound is seldom heard, so attractive, so graceful. The night wind is bringing us such a calm feeling, mixed with the smell of paddy rice, the humidity of cow dung, the taste of mellow wine, instantly soak us to the skin. It is an indescribable feeling, extremely beautiful. After all the long time of searching, finally we find the direction of the path of our heart that we are dreaming for. Let alone this very feeling, guide us to come cross villages and towns, lead us to pass the western high mountains, forests, grasslands, and deserts…Experienced countless good time, recorded numerous good sounds. These sounds taste like a bowl of wine on the plateau, a cup of coffee in the city, haunting all around, beyond any worldly words…Like a wind skimming over the lake, they emerge in our heart, now and then. We try to express a pleasant emotion, a nature state, a reflection of the earth and the life itself…