Zhuang Yu stood atop a giant blue fish, holding a stone spear. Below lay vast green fields, with herds of cattle and sheep roaming the mountains and plains. Pitch-black asphalt roads stretched into the distance, while children herded the livestock with beaming smiles. Nearby, a waterwheel spun, splashing silvery sprays of water. This was Zhuang Yu’s home—once a barren wasteland of endless yellow sand, where life was marked by scarcity: no food, no water, no salt, no clothing, and relentless hardship. Now, everything had changed. Every face radiated happiness, and hope for the future.