A strong wind came and washed away the river.
The dizzy fish crossed the wide water.
The ground smells of flowers.
The barren land erodes civilization.
The Yellow River is affectionate, use a pen. Power.
Save people and find a river bed leading to spring and autumn harvest.
Angry, I fantasized about using a comfortable posture.
The moment when the soul falls into the water before dawn.
Sow all night
The Yellow River is far away, knocking down the loneliness of life.
Sneak back to your hometown at high tide
Mt. Tianshan
Above the snow line, where the goshawk has not reached.
The unfeeling sky is blue, which makes people look up.
The sky without roads is far away.
Glaciers are revelry leading to heaven.
Throw a whip
Herds of cattle and sheep and herdsmen's yurts
Stand at the height of a thinker.
Drive a horse with a whip
The Millennium Immortal Populus euphratica
Secretly looking back at the girl in Dabancheng
A vast desert
Reach out and touch
After the pounding of hooves
Behind him is a cloud of smoke.
Nakedness is the language of the desert.
Those pebbles
The north wind blows sharply.
A pair of iron shoes, three sighs
The end of sunset
With an age-old hand
Collect a full moon that strays into the horizon.
Return to silence through the gap