We live in Kashmir, speak Kashmiri, sing Kashmiri songs and play Kashmiri songs.
My home, my native land, my Kashmir Valley. My son likes being alone, and my daughter likes Ruff.
Xiaoya 054: Tawang
How many dreams are empty sighs? I can't see your face with a sigh. I sigh deeply at the sound of waterfalls in my dreams, and the sound knocks on my heartstrings.
King Garden in Cuona County, acacia year after year. One mountain and one water cannot be broken, and one grass and one tree are connected by love.
Xiaoya 035: Ural Mountain
The mighty wind hides thousands of volumes, and the majestic atmosphere is absolutely unique. When I was full of enthusiasm, Wang Yang Wan Li made waves.
The flowers on the mountain began to bloom, and the grand occasion under the mountain was unprecedented. The legendary general is coming out again, and the three armies shout and hang flags.
Xiaoya 053: Lake Baikal
This is my dream hometown. Why do I hesitate when I wake up? Pick pine balls from Korean pine trees and play hide-and-seek under stilts.
Salmon sturgeon transparent fish, when will you invite me to taste it again? I saw swans dancing instead of Su Wu herding sheep.
Xiaoya 05 1: Vladivostok
Sea cucumber, Vladivostok, I have seen it several times in my dream. I can't bear to put down my pen, and the paper is full of blood and tears.
Sea cucumber and Vladivostok are haggard. It's hard to find a red rose when you travel thousands of miles to the port city.
Sea cucumber and Vladivostok, how much love is there in the four seas? It breaks my heart to see geese flying south every day.
Sea cucumber, Vladivostok, the annual Cold Star Waterfall. Looking ahead, this star was in the north last year. Who is the cold star this year?
Sea cucumber, Vladivostok, where is there no blood in the world? Listen to the sound of pines in the middle of the night, telling the merits and demerits of yesterday.
Xiaoya 03 1: Balkhash Lake
The boundless sorrow is the sky, and the pipa sound is not complete. Toast, shed tears first,
Take care of your heart.
Half a volume of poetry v. Trouble and anger,
A jade pen writes fleeting time. Let's say goodbye tonight. I don't know when we will win.
Xiaoya 029: Panmunjom
The bonfire is drifting away, the clouds are drifting away, and the great power is still shaking the border. Galloping on the battlefield for 30 years, crossing Qinchuan in 800 miles.
It is difficult to give up the feelings of the three armed forces and stay alone in the United States. If it is not brave, who will wash away the grievances of the hero's soul?
Arctic Ocean 002: Bering Strait
How many new dreams become illusory and how many old dreams disappear. Ambition has long been beyond the sky, and ambition will not change between heaven and earth.
You once sent me warmth. Who am I sailing for now? Wonderful pen is full of brilliance. Who will read a new article under the lamp?
Arctic Ocean 00 1: Murmansk
Life has been a dream since ancient times, dreaming that a sleeping lion wakes up at the end of the world. Embark on the bumpy road of the world,
It's too easy to walk all the way.
The next thousand words are martial arts,
There is thunder between the lines. There will be millions of heavenly soldiers, all of whom are brave by me.