Indian reservation - the barren red land of Arizona.

When I meet Native Americans, there is a sense of familiarity. Black eyes, black hair, and yellow skin, like lost brothers. Their every move seems to have some familiar shadow, their every expression can touch your heartstrings, their words and phrases seem to have hometown slang, and their tragic fate makes me feel heartbroken. Seeing them being trapped in this barren land full of red soil like the Gobi Desert for hundreds of years, my thoughts are endless and my mood is particularly complicated. Not sure what to say!