1. The mysterious phenomenon that the sand can sing attracts the tourists from all over the world to come and enjoy on the singing sand; like pine roaring in Spring; frog drumming and cicada singing in Summer; horse neighing and monkey crying in Autumn; thunder lacerating across the sky in Winter.
神秘的沙歌现象吸引中外着游客纷至沓来，沙响妙音春如松涛轰鸣，夏拟虫鸣蛙叫，秋比马嘶猿啼，在冬日则似雷鸣划破长空。
2. It is impossible to talk with Cicada about winter scene in which snow covers field and cold wind pierces.
寿命只限於夏秋的蝉，很难与它述说白雪覆盖大地、寒风刺骨的冬季景象
3. It is impossible to talk with the Cicada about winter, snow covered fields and the piercing cold wind.
寿命只限于夏秋的蝉，很难与牠述说白雪覆盖大地、寒风刺骨的冬季景象
4. Where does the sound of cicada come from in the depth of winter?
在数九的冬天哪里来的蝉叫？
5. Cicada summer rising along the steps into our hearts and minds of the eardrum, the winter has been a bare tree branches to stand in our window, the autumn of bending and for the farmers in the land of gold work, and spring, it is only the wind in order to intercept the trend is not our package, or warm, or to the bone, or soft, or冷冽to break a lot of emotion, and then I close my eyes, no clothes to put their lives at the original start of paper and research the heart of the colors, painting a piece of ink on the life, it seems simple emotions, but has the most generous people on the thinking of most color freehand.
夏天的知了沿着拾级而上的心灵台阶进入我们的耳膜，冬天已光秃了枝干的树站立在我们的窗外，秋天弯腰而作的农人在金黄色的土地上耕耘，而春天，它只有风，以不可阻截的态势将我们包裹，或温暖，或刺骨，或轻柔，或冷冽，把诸多情绪打碎，然后我闭上眼睛，以身无一衣的原始，展开纸，研浓墨，饱蘸了心的色彩，绘一幅关于生命的水墨，它的情感看似简洁，却有着人关于思考最丰厚最重彩的写意。