Modern Poetry: Entering Qinghai

Backed by pure white

Blocking the hot sun, embracing the sun

Towering breasts, lying quietly by the lake

Clear eyes covering the sky Reflected in deep blue

The cyan nurtured by milk

Sleeping peacefully in the company of the sea and clouds

The heat of the study, the confusion of the haze

Pushing me through the high mountains, rivers and lakes

The great rivers, the great basins, the great prairie deserts

A lot of washing

Slowly raising my head

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A desolate sound of flowers

Singing to open the ancient temple and entwining the green smoke

The coldness and silence of the plateau

Swallowing the noise and restlessness

Blue covers the waves, the other side

Looking back at Nanshan

The dense and dense floors

Reminiscent of more than 100 million years ago

The earth’s mountain-building is magical

The sun is dazzling and the purple color is bright

The ever-changing warmth

Region and customs

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The grand atmosphere and painting

In the simplicity and profundity

In the light of the spirit

Looking up, leaving The sun is very close to the sky

Looking down, the river is running close to the ground

A black-necked crane

Its wings are shining dazzlingly

A group of Tibetan antelope

Running obediently

I respect the brave,

Leave Hoh Xil to them

Huangshui River, a beach

Kumbum Monastery, a piece of golden tiles

I am in the exquisiteness of great beauty

A sigh

Oh——

Into Qinghai