Spring has come and moistened my heart.
The feelings that can't be concealed are somewhat shy and extremely touching.
You are wrapped in the heart of spring and stationed on the shore of Xinjiang.
The warm sunshine shines in front of the ferry, and the ancient charm still exists.
When the spring breeze unbuttons the first button of the bud, you are as elegant as a fairy.
You are tender as water, and the breeze holds up your slightly shy face.
You embellish Raocheng and spring in Xinjiang.
Summer is coming, and you receive guests from all corners of the country with a pure heart.
In the soft moonlight, you are good at understanding love
Sprinkle hidden fragrance in the romantic space of summer night.
Affectionate grass, you decorate beautiful dreams and every lingering.
In autumn, you put on your autumn clothes to welcome the beautiful first frost.
With chrysanthemum fragrance, dancing with autumn wind, connecting heaven and earth.
Let the mood be like spring all the year round, and your smile is everywhere in your dreams.
For your eternal love, you will always keep your blood fresh.
In winter, you will always be left with clear snow and plain face.
You are the spirit of love, and you are pregnant with the next spring under the snow.
You are not afraid of reincarnation, withering, and dancing with a group of cranes.
No matter what changes, lightning, you will always be connected with the four seasons.
Grass in Xinjiang, water in Xinjiang, love in Raocheng.
Grass in Xinjiang, hand in hand with the four seasons, and one day with the four seasons.
Fall in love with you, grass in Xinjiang
The grass by the Xinjiang River is Rao Cheng's beautiful clothes.
Small waves moisten this beautiful little grassland.
Walking in such an environment will make you feel like you have entered a gallery.
Breathing the fresh air here and looking at the endless mountains.
Let go of a good mood and send it to the poplars in front of the mountain.
I love this land because it is my home.
I've always wanted to write a poem for you and praise my Xinjiang with my poem.
Because of you, I have spring.
The breeze tugged at my skirt and danced lightly on the river.
A heart full of drunken dreams makes me whisper like a dream.
The grass beside the Xinjiang River is dotted with the afterglow of the long river sunset.
Tears of joy falling in laughter are like clear springs flowing in the mountains.
The harmonica slipped through my lips, and the music danced the waves in Xinjiang.
The notes are full of grass whispering and gentle joy.
Today, I spread these poems to my hometown.
Let the grass in Xinjiang exude the fragrance of verdant valleys and orchids.