C34 Dorsum

After Liao Mengfann and I followed the rut marks of the tricycle westward for about 100 meters, a large patch of artemisia grass came into view. The grass rustled in the night wind, sometimes mixed with the cries of frogs.

Using the moonlight, Liao Mengfann and I arrived in front of the Artemisia selengensis. I discovered that the grass had a small path cut into it, and the cut looked very new