I've seen enough green mountains and green waters,
Tired of seeing mountains and rivers,
Just not enough to enjoy the autumn in Nalati.
The blue winding river,
Through the golden Yang Shulin,
Grazing horses, yurts,
That photo was wrapped in heavy makeup,
Beauty cannot be square,
The soul follows and indulges in it.
Autumn in the north always comes early and quickly.
Southern girls still wear shorts and veils,
Northern men have long worn long trousers and long coats.
There's nothing to worry about,
There is a kind of beauty,
Just in autumn,
Right there, Lati,
A visual feast,
Amazing your vision.
In autumn,
The blue sky is spotless,
The air is fresh,
Full of oxygen,
The leaves of grasslands and valleys are accompanied by the sound of autumn.
From lush green to mottled yellowish green,
Finally, gold,
So reckless,
Extending to the whole grassland.
(the second song)
In that vast desert of Xinjiang,
Nalati grassland is like a piece of land,
Emeralds are set in yellow satin,
Especially dazzling.
The mountains are rolling here,
Green grass,
With the vast grassland,
There is also the softness of the stream.
The beauty of the mountain,
And the momentum of the pine forest.
With its unique primitive natural features,
Show the world the depths of the Tianshan Mountains,
A landscape corridor like a three-dimensional picture scroll.
Green grasslands, blue rivers,
White glaciers, majestic Tianshan mountains,
Upright pine trees,
It has become a very beautiful natural landscape.
There is a unique natural landscape here.
With a long history, culture and rich ethnic customs,
It constitutes a unique frontier fortress landscape.
Visiting here is refreshing.
I can't help but linger
Really think:
I didn't know how big China was until I got to Xinjiang.
I didn't know the beauty of Xinjiang until I arrived in Yili.
The sky is gray and wild,
Under the boundless sky and on the vast plains, you can see cattle and sheep.
Being in such a beautiful poetic picture,
I sincerely exclaimed:
Beautiful, Narati!
Great, Narati!
(The third song)
When we arrived in Nalati,
In order to see the real oasis.
This is the ups and downs of the mountains,
The sky is blue and the clouds are like snow.
Green meadows, flowing rivers,
Picturesque. With the vast grassland,
The beauty of streams and mountains,
Like a green corridor, like a picture scroll,
It makes people want to lie down,
Sleep on this soft green grass.
Walking on the grassland,
The mood of many days,
Just like the wind on this grassland stretches indefinitely.
The vast grassland,
Herds of cattle and sheep,
Wash away our eyes that have been blurred by sandstorms recently,
Endless photos,
Endless scenery,
Nostalgic feeling.
On the endless grassland,
Felt houses dotted with pearl white,
On the south side of the dotted grassland,
With the snow-covered peaks all year round,
Green grass and snow peaks set each other off,
Made up a picture,
A picturesque and moving picture,
It's like heaven on earth.
Nalati,
I left my heart to you.
(the fourth song)
The sunshine in a flowered skirt,
In the Nalati prairie,
Run into the layers of green waves,
I jumped and rolled in the waves.
Just,
I'm not the woman riding,
If it were me,
The man behind her must be,
My lover or husband.
Just,
A woman who can sing Narati,
And it's not me,
If it were me,
I'll call Nalati a thousand times,
Until the colorful flowers.
Join the army of Genghis Khan's westward expedition,
Until the snow and ice on the Tianshan Mountains melt,
Until all the sheep fall from the sky.
You can envy a horse,
With the clear and clean Gongnaisi River,
Jealous of a flock of sheep,
Live a noble life.
But,
Don't underestimate me as a butterfly,
Or a little girl.
Because I can not only resist a breeze,
The storm that brought me,
It can also withstand the cold of 10 thousand mu inside,
It's a layer of ice and snow bigger than Tianshan Mountain.
Ice 500 years ago.
Someone wants to be an eagle,
Have the vastness of the whole grassland;
Some people want to be blue sky and white clouds,
Fly over Tianshan Mountain;
Some people want to be herders here,
Become the owner of the yurt,
Take the sky as the cover and the earth as the land.
I just want to be a tree,
Grass eaten by cattle and sheep,
No matter who or what animal,
Step on my head,
I shook myself,
Can stand up again.
My strength comes not only from,
A pile of black manure,
From the gurgling stream,
Flowing mountain spring water