Northern Ningxia. Sleeping horseshoes create lonely smoke in the desert.
Baotou-lanzhou railway is flanked by grass and sand.
Like a pair of children of Ejina herders, they embrace each other.
Greener than grass is the blue sky.
Sheep are whiter than sand and gravel.
The distant Mongolian tune, the milk tea at dusk is getting stronger and stronger.
Who slowly swallowed the sadness of the night?
Who raised the lamb in April?
Not far away, those sparkling emeralds
This is the sorrow of the lone wolf's courtship.
Northern Ningxia. Here comes the source of Hu Jia's songs.
The traveler's melancholy crossed the palm of the grass and rode away.
My distant Mongolian sister
Tonight in the empty bag, only
Miss Ma Touqin's bell rings gently.