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Reprinted label: The original poem Huining Delingha's Moon "Book of Songs" The Gobi Desert is bright and buried. Cultural classification: The original poem Huining
The Moon in Delingha
Huining
Delingha on earth, I can't live the moon.
Ups and downs in the last grasslands and Gobi desert.
That's great.
The wind blew into groups of moonlight fragments.
Blow out the night light
Can't blow out the beauty of shepherdess *
A thoughtful, affectionate look.
Delingha, tonight is the purest in the world.
Moonlight.
Delingha, I am in the lush grass tonight.
Dig a hole with both hands and bury love.
Gobi is vast.
Far away, far away.
The end of the grassland
The direction of the wind
There are caravans and sheep running.
Far away, far away.
Gobi is vast.
look of expectation
Looking for the last song in the Book of Songs
White dove. That was in a previous life.
Fly back and forth
In the desolate Gobi desert
I'm going to knock it off with my bloody hands.
The last pinch of loess
Use pearl jade, yellow sand and fresh wormwood.
Bury the moon as a heart
Painful and clean tears in spring.
bury
Hold back your tears and don't want to look back
The sky in my hometown is overcast in February.
The train took me away from that familiar place.
The red land is getting farther and farther away. The lost quilt
The wheels rolled into a line.
My ears are still ringing with my mother's words.
In front of my eyes, I reappeared the scene when I left.
Inner burning ...
It should be the whole book.