After the Millennium has been sleeping for a thousand years, suddenly, in the rushing clouds, look for wonderful music. I caressed some misty, moist ancient rocks, stroking the smooth or rough surface of the ancient rock, the Grand Canyon moving slowly in front of me, and I know that I can't touch every corner. The grass that shakes in the breeze, the bare soil in the air, and the people who sit and wait for the sunset, are bathed in this piece of gold, waiting quietly for the miracle of that moment. The path leading to the cliff is narrow and rugged, the surface is sand, walking is easy to slip, everyone should pay attention to safety when standing on the cliff, after all, there is a risk of falling into a thousand hatred.