You must remember. One must remember.
His face
Life.
If you cross the desert,
You must remember it.
A distant place in Xinjiang
I know very little.
Originated from the yearning for a folk song.
Like nothingness
Hidden in the high snow.
I just know.
Every time I look up or climb,
Must return to the height of a person.
Go back to your piety and piety
In my heart
It's been nineteen years
Except for a poem
You returned it.
(One in the sky, one in the water)
No other news.
This can be roughly regarded as
My most direct feeling about Xinjiang
today
Just as a person
When you walk on the wide streets of Urumqi
Embrace a poem
Like rolling grapes in your arms.
at a distance
Clear snow is still echoing in the valley.
I was surprised to find that
A country is so pale behind you.