Dunhuang in the desert
How I want to carry a bag full of dreams.
Take the camel to that distant place filled with wind and sand.
How I want to follow that distant and distant ancient road.
Looking for the dream desert Dunhuang
Snow in Qilian Mountain in June
Into the desert where the wind blows and the sand blows.
I'm looking for a stone axe that my ancestors left there.
See if it can still split fire for more than 4 thousand years
Chasing the sunset on the Silk Road
Trekking in the Hexi Corridor, which was once full of gongs and drums.
I want to find the pottery left by the Sanmiao people.
Let it be full of cold, hot and infinite history.
I want to hear the sound of Qiang flute through the ages.
Sad and melodious in the night sky of the wasteland
The cold light of Leng Yue in the desert.
How I want to find the lost cattle and sheep of Wusun people.
Traveling in the long field.
How I want to raise the moon and people's nods to light up the night sky.
I regard the vast sand sea as a bloody sunset.
In the distance came the sound of iron hooves and galloping hooves.
A wild Hu Qi disappeared at the end of quicksand.
Stay away from grasslands and yurts.
I saw Zhang Qian's cavalry returning from the Western Regions.
The screams of flying swallows on horseback resounded everywhere.
I saw the smoke of Hanwu.
Raise a flag to cover the splendor of the sun.
Blowing in the wind, it's a long way.
Mingsha Mountain has been ringing for thousands of years.
Every time I sing.
It's all a tragedy in which heroes laugh.
The sweet pond of crescent spring
Every look
Gazing at the whipped shepherd,
A pioneer farmer,
yumenguan site
Look at the messengers who travel far in caravans.
The eternal swan song of the Triassic in Yangguan
How many old friends are there?
One more glass of wine and I'll never see my hometown again.
I am standing on the ruins of the ancient beacon tower of the Great Wall of Han Dynasty.
I can still hear it.
A cavity Changfeng Wan Li roar.
I stand beside the ancient tombs of Wei, Jin, Sui and Tang Dynasties.
It seems that you can still see it
There are long clouds on the snow-capped mountains of frontier poets.
The pride and melancholy of the lonely city in the distance
Several degrees of spring and autumn wind and fire
Camels from east to west crossed the vast desert.
There are clouds and moons.
The frontier fortress leads to the Tang Dynasty, and all rivers run into the sea.
My desert and Dunhuang.
You are no longer the battlefield where Jin Ge Tiema fights everywhere.
You pave the road with silk.
Your reputation is far and wide.
Tracing back to the lost oasis in ancient times
Looking at the immortal Populus euphratica in the desert
I found the Buddha's light on the cliff.
A monk who saw the wind roll up his frock.
The first cave was dug in a stone wall.
Lit the first incense in poverty.
Generation after generation of devout monks followed him.
Create a temple hanging in the Buddha cave
Clouds moving in the sky
Can't cover the golden color of the Three Dangers Mountain.
Mogao grottoes are the treasure of thousands of buddhas.
Sleeping in the desert 1000 years.
How many gorgeous pictures have been eroded?
Precious Buddha statue
An era of humiliation
How many priceless treasures have been hijacked and exiled?
Although the desert scene is so desolate.
Although the Silk Road is very long,
Mysterious Dunhuang
Your mysterious and magical Confucian classic murals are fascinating.
Your world-famous Silk Road is intoxicating.
Unforgettable and beautiful Dunhuang
Colorful stories contain the sadness of your desert sunset.
Glorious history has a glorious chapter for you.
How I want to use the charm of playing the pipa.
Stop the Millennium yellow sand
How I want to use my flying dream.
Erase a hundred years of hesitation
How I want to take a stream.
Plant you a row of Populus euphratica
How I want to ride the spring breeze through Yumen.
Let the dream sleep beside you.