Cross the mountains and rivers to the bumpy country road under the blue sky.
The story of my hometown seems within reach.
I tried to keep it deep in my heart.
Familiar scene in front of you
Lake, grass beach and white clouds are like soft wool.
Desert pasture, Ma Lian, and the smell of sheep are my dreams in previous lives.
Living in a complex city
I admire this hot land in my heart.
I look for the story of my childhood in the traces under my feet.
Sweaty relatives and sheep grazing in the hot sun.
How many times in my dream country?
How many times have I wanted to feel the soft embrace of my motherland?
The smell of wild sheep dung drifted in the breeze in front of us.
Butter milk tea and large plate of mutton brought by relatives
The dark face is covered with ditches and ridges of the years.
Let life be hard in the collision of glass
Disappeared in their bright smiles
This also diluted the sadness in my heart.
Look at the pasture at the foot of the mountain.
In time and space, it seems that there are whispers of ancient ancestors.
I insist on distinguishing between wind and mirage.
I can't tell the difference between my trance eyes.
Today's drunkenness and tearful nonsense
Maybe it's a scene that often appears in my dream village in the future.
Rape flowers bathed in the sun
A hillside in the sun
Surrounded by a golden world
It seems that all the golden yellow is concentrated on this mountain.
Golden Tianyuan
Meili Minle Biandankou
The best rape flower in the world
Bathed in the sun
A bright smile blooms.
Mushroom tents are all over the mountain.
Submerged in the huge rape blossoms.
The jubilant people dressed up the golden hillside.
The vibration of drum music occupies our hearts.
The gushing pride can no longer hold the glass.
Inner joy
Release with pious blessing
Pray that the blooming rape flowers will always be bathed in the sun.
Climb over the soul
A sunny day on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
Many eager people gathered from all directions.
The soul crawls in the trajectory of snowflakes flying.
The piety of hope goes deep into the bone marrow.
Insistence rooted in the bones
It is impossible to sit in a warm heart.
The cold outside the window attacks my body from time to time.
Tears in my heart
I have put my hand on my forehead, palm up.
The great sutra hall where the Buddha's light flashes.
Looking up at the peaceful face of the reclining Buddha for a long time
The serene Sakyamuni lived in Bakfo.
Calmly overlook the rapid changes around you.
That broad mind
How many people have poured out a thousand words?
How many unforgettable stories have you collected?
How many twists and turns and sorrows have you experienced in your life?
How many years have passed?
Into today's long world.
Accept every pious worship ...
Mardjan
Yugur, member of Chinese Writers Association, China Prose Association, China Minority Writers Association and China Folk Writers Association. He has worked in Literary and Art Newspaper, Poetry Magazine, National Literature, Gansu Daily and Feixiang. Xinjiang literature and history and other newspapers published more than 500 works (the first). Published a collection of essays, poems and songs, and a collection of short stories "A Love by Haizi Lake". He was awarded the Yellow River Literature Award and the Minority Literature Award in Gansu Province.