The fragmented singing begins, as if shaded by a veil of mist, distant yet resounding.
Amongst it is the sound of clappers striking, accompanying the heavy beats of the drums, the singing gradually penetrates the mist, resonating clearly beside the ears.
From a bird's-eye view, on the rolling hills, groups of people dressed in colorful clothes stand along the winding mountain paths, they number in the thousands, and the resounding singing echoes through the mountains, possessing an ancient, lively vitality.
In a valley surrounded by dense mountains, a ceremonial platform stands with a thin layer of water on its surface, reflecting the mountains and sky, presenting a pale blue mirror-like appearance.
