The towering mountains embrace the small mountain village. The village is not big. More than fifty families are arranged irregularly at the foot of the mountain. This almost forgotten small mountain village is living a life of working from sunrise and resting at sunset. The nearest town also has more than 30 miles of rugged mountain roads. The 18-year-old Tiedan is humming the theme song of desire, holding a pickaxe, holding a yellow cow. The cow carries a bag on its back. The bag contains today's harvest, including Platycodon and Gendan.Grass and other medicinal herbs, stepping on the afterglow of the sunset, happily walking towards the small river beside the village. The clear river water flows. A girl by the river was washing clothes on the bluestone slab, her eyes looked at the bottom road leading to the mountains from time to time. She had big black braids and red headbands. Her pure big eyes showed the tenderness and firmness of the girl. She wore a white shirt on her upper body, a pair of blue pants on her lower body, and a pair of cloth shoes she made herself. She was simple and beautiful.