So no knife, no evil thoughts, no temptation of scenery along the way, go south.
Not to chase the snow that is drifting away to the north.
Just for the deep desolation of Ma Touqin, the wild flowers come out of the wheat straw every year.
Don't plunder the cattle, sheep and girls there.
For Hada, which belongs to me, I don't know which yurt is covered with ash.
I am afraid that the grassland will see: a face of wind and frost, a tired body.
Lead the whole dress and stroke your eyebrows.
Come to the meeting in a symmetrical way.
The grassland is vast and extravagant, and I really want to whip my horse.
Let the body and mind that have suffered for a hundred years be heroic.
I also hate that I missed the grasslands and horses.
Horses don't know me. I don't know horses.
The wind, crazy pursuit of dreams, is farther than the distance.
A clever coat and hat makes both hands bitter.
Because I know: in addition to the distance, there are endless homesickness.
Unaccompanied, exhausted, with nothing.
White clouds are colorful and approachable.
I really want to pick one with a guilty conscience and comfort my empty heart.
I'm afraid the eagle sticking to the blue sky won't agree.
The sun with dew and Qing Xiang rises from the distant grass.
Stained with my exotic shoes and clothes.
My hair smells good.
Koumiss and prairie people have never had enough to eat for generations.
As for me, I sang toast song over and over again, and my throat was very uncomfortable.
Why is this happening? Come to think of it, as a guest.
Wolf, I don't know where to go. It's a grassland night that is warm and cold at first.
Leng Yue Changfeng is lost.
Chagan Lake and reeds are charming by the water.
I am rippling in the blue waves, starting the crane and heron to fly gradually.
Grassland, I am sad to see you.
Because your cattle and sheep eat grass, milk is squeezed out.
I ate fish, but I squeezed everything out.
Grassland, I hate to see you.
Because, in the face of your poem.
Clever as I am, there is nothing I can do.