Author: Yang Ruhua
the other day
Mani pile collapsed.
The prayer flag was torn by the strong wind
Covered grandma's muddy eyes.
A bony arm stretched out from the ruins.
Blood flows on the prayer wheel.
This should be the best morning of the day.
The shepherd girl walked into Cai Xia with a milk pail.
The immature figure was captured by the chasing eyes of young people.
Mercedes-benz horses are chasing sheep on the grass.
The diligent children came to the classroom early.
Lang Lang's reading rang through the early spring when it was warm and cold.
Suddenly, the ground under your feet began to shake.
The clear river was crushed.
With the tears of her dead husband and children.
A lot of forward flow
A robust and rugged Kangba man.
Hold the baby on your chest with both hands.
The frightened eyes stayed in the memory of the landslide.
Shaking shoulders are frozen by the camera.
Communicate the panic of disaster
Gesanghua at the source of the Three Rivers trembled in the cold wind.
Dark clouds covered the grassland snow-capped mountains.
Like the legendary devil rushing out of a closed water bottle.
Destroy this beautiful place unscrupulously
Since we are brothers and sisters,
Put your hand out.
Wipe the dust off grandma's head.
Hold the orphan who lost his parents to his chest.
The boom of the crane lifts the weight of the reinforced concrete block.
Let Gesanghua stick its head out to meet the sun.
No matter how many tears you shed.
Destined to be air-dried
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is a sacred place in my heart.
I raised my silver-rimmed glass to pray for you.
The flying sand in the sky will eventually precipitate.
The rest is blue sky.
Qingqingde pasture
Where my brothers and sisters have lived for generations.
Mountains and rivers are often in the river.
The well-being of the people of Zhaxidele