I like your Tibetan poems.

Xiushan purple gas around Qingyun,

The beautiful water clearly reflects the spring scenery.

I skate on the river,

Happiness is like the wind blowing in both directions.

Who is singing all the time?

You pick lotus roots for spring outing.

The first sentence out of tune is: Xiu Xiu, I like you, but it's a pity that you haven't said two sentences, or eight lines would be just right.