What does that mean in the text that it is a point in the great landscape and great landforms?

It is a point where great scenery and great landforms gather. When I came down from the Tianshan Mountains, my heart was wrapped in the tranquility of the surrounding fields - the terrifying deathly silence that filled the sky and the earth. I listened to the monotonous sound of horse hooves trying to collide with this silence, and I couldn't help but hold my breath. It might have been easier if there hadn't been the hoofbeats of the horses. 300 miles of empty mountains and endless valleys, riding alone all the way, I thought about it and felt waves of coolness coming over me. The tranquility of the mountains and wilderness is eternal; once you are taken in by it, you will never be able to leave it again for the rest of your life. No matter where I went later, I would always have visions in my eyes and my heart would be full of hallucinations. Everywhere in the world was like the iron-colored Gobi Desert, so empty and quiet, helpless. With only a confused feeling, I let the Yili horse carry me, step by step away from the majestic Tianshan Mountains behind me.

(2) In this way, we approached Hanjiazhai.

(3) There is only a stick of smoke rising sadly. Several broken mud houses are located in the middle of a piece of iron-gray gravel Gobi. Between the naked mountains, there are three huge rivers of black Gobi, barren of any grass, spreading flatly towards three terrifying distances. Therefore, another place named Sanchakou was marked on the map. I don’t know when it started to have such a place name. Most of the Chinese place names in Xinjiang have a long history. People from the Central Plains have settled here since the Han Dynasty. During the Tang and Song Dynasties, the establishment of prefectures and counties caused hopeless immigrants from Gansu and Shaanxi to move to this foreign land. It is truly a foreign land - three huge stretches of vast Gobi Desert stretch as far as the eye can see. In front are the uninhabited saline-alkali lowlands, and behind are the vegetation-free red stone mountains. Hanjiazhai, like a discarded chess piece, like a rusty bullet, exists alone in this terrifyingly huge nature. All three directions looked like scary cues. I only dared to look around, and no longer dared to move my horse's hooves toward the entrances.

(4) Standing alone in the afternoon sunshine of Hanjiazhai, I saw my own shadow dragging toward the horizon, dark and long. The flat, iron-colored gravel beaches on three sides reflected hot light, like the surface of a tropical sea. After standing in silence for a long time, I suddenly realized something. Turning around, there was a person staring at me at the door of the two mud houses on the left and right. One is an old man, and the other is a seven or eight-year-old girl. They stared at me dreamingly. I guess they haven't seen outsiders for a long time. Both the old and the young were wearing Han costumes; in an instant I understood that this place was indeed called Hanjiazhai.

(5) I thought for a while, pointed at a desert path and asked: Where does it lead to?

(6) The old man shook his head. The girl stared at me without blinking.

(7) I pointed to another road: Where is this road?

(8) The old man only nodded slightly and then stopped moving. The girl still stared at me without blinking.

(9) After hesitating for a moment, I pointed to the last stretch of the Gobi Desert. The sun was sliding down there, so bright that it was impossible to look out. On the horizon, the iron color melts into silver and shines with countless bright spots. I just pointed and before I could say anything, the old immigrant suddenly got into the mud hut. I stood there blankly with my hands raised. The little girl remained motionless, staring straight at me, not knowing why.

(10) How they survived in that deserted land, what they planted, and what they ate is still a mystery. But this is neither an illusion nor a myth. Hanjiazhai can be found on any good map. According to the travel notes of the envoy Wang Yande in "History of Song Dynasty? Biography of Gaochang", there is a saying that "it took another two days to reach Hanjiazhai". A stronghold is a stronghold, and it is a place where people stick to it. From the Song Dynasty to the present, Hanjiazhai has survived for at least a thousand years. Facing those three desperate situations alone again, I thought to myself: There must still be something to eat here, and people must still be able to find a way to survive.

(11) After leaving Hanjiazhai, I continued to move towards the Turpan Basin. When I walked down the first slope, I turned around and wanted to see Hanjiazhai again. It has been half covered by the undulating Gobi Desert, with only the roof window holes of the mud houses exposed. The speechless old man never appeared again. I waited for a while and finally left with regret.

(12) For thousands of years, people like me cannot fathom how much hardship humans have endured in order to survive.

I just vaguely felt people's persistence, and I felt that persistence was as desolate and vast as this scenery.

(13) After passing a corner - I knew there would never be another day to meet Hanjiazhai again - I turned the horse's rope excitedly. From a distance, I saw a small red figure among the yellow and brown of the pile of mud houses, which was the little girl's tattered red cotton-padded jacket. At that time, the Tianshan Mountains had completely risen in the north, blocking the mainland. The icy peaks and dry valleys contrasted with each other. What stretched towards me like a pour were the tens of thousands of tons of iron and stone from the three-pronged Gobi Desert in Hanjiazhai. I suppressed the excitement in my heart and continued my long journey. From that day on, I said goodbye to Hanjiazhai forever. From that day on, no matter where I went, I was holding on to something without even realizing it.

(14) I don’t know what that is. I just think it fits perfectly with the place name Hanjiazhai. In the United States and Japan, I always stubbornly recall Hanjiazhai, thinking carefully about every detail. The scarred mountains illuminated by the sun at the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains are clearly reappeared, and the slopes of the continent, the white mirage of the Turpan lowlands, and every piece of hot gravel are vividly reappeared. The unspeakable feeling of empty mountains and endless valleys that Hanjiazhai had experienced when he was in the Gobi River filled his heart and chest.

(Excerpt from "Desolate Heroes' Road")

12. What is the role of the sentence "Just like this, approaching the Hanjiazhai" in paragraph (2) in the article? (4 points)

13. Please appreciate the meaning of the text "Hanjiazhai is like a discarded chess piece, like a rusty projectile, existing alone in the terrifyingly huge nature." The meaning of this sentence. (4 points)

14. "I just think it fits perfectly with the place name Hanjiazhai." Why does the author feel this way? Please analyze it with the full text. (6 points)

15. What is the author’s attitude towards “persistence” in the article? How do you recognize such perseverance in today's society? Please explain briefly. (6 points)