Unable to move, stumbling, walking like the wind, easier said than done, climbing over the eaves and keeping your feet on the ground
Read ten lines at a glance-swallow dates-as light as a swallow
Heavy old legs limped along.
Slowly
cross/travel/trek over mountains
Nothing can be done.
It is difficult to take a step forward
Words about walking
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In April, spring flowers bloom in the north of the Great Wall.
In this tender season. In the land of Gannan, there is wind, snow, or biting cold wind and large areas of snow.
With heavy steps, I had another close kiss with Gannan grassland.
2.
Keep walking, keep watching.
Cooperative street is wide and clean. The pious figure hurried by after the rain and snow.
Pain, outside the skin. An idea burns in my heart, looking for the god of soul, the residence of Buddha.
3.
Sitting by the window is a hotel called Shambhala.
As far as the eye can see, the mountains are near the building, and in the quiet streets, there is only Melissa Zhou's whisper. The sun rested safely in the most mysterious place, and the sky was quiet.
It snows heavily.
four
Stop yelling, you're in the mood. Quiet.
Use Buddha's language and heart.
At this time, who has the heart to let this pure injury?
five
It snowed for three days and stopped on the fourth morning.
The fiery red sun is blowing the sleeping Gannan. Cattle and sheep in Gannan, Gesanghua, look at the distance with affectionate eyes.
Cold and trembling, the silver world makes eyes too ashamed to look at each other.
Buddha, in my heart.
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Here, there are you, Gefei, and you.
On the grassland this week. Drinking and singing.
I communicate with your heart with the deepest and truest feelings and mellow wine.
Here, the story of mankind was born and the river left.
I hide my poems, I hide you, and my wings flutter with my heart.
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In a blink of an eye, the afterglow of the sunset has also died young.
Your footsteps leave before me. I am deep, and my feelings are still deeply calm.
Glass after glass of wine. A kind of missing.
Drink it. Sing wildly. Go crazy.
eight
I have no words to describe you: my love.
This is a cruel enjoyment.
The wine poured into my arms. The grass in Gannan, and you, make me intoxicated.
nine
The night wind went on the road with me and walked into the room together.
Lock the door and lock my drunken heart, eyes and stars together.
I've been chewing your verbs, and I can see all this clearly. Hiding behind the expression, hiding in the depths of the soul.
The stars talk, and the moonlight touches Gannan grassland.
I've been thinking and looking. ...
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I miss you in my thoughts, and my thoughts keep stretching.
The night stretches in the dark. I waited quietly.
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The tent sat quietly on the grass, and the smoke broke the silence of the air.
Looking through the Millennium picture scroll, looking for the seeds sown in spring, and reading your face and movements that make my heart surge.
12
Holding the warmth of meeting you, my heart struggled on the road.
The curve at night is particularly soft and charming. Listening to the swaying music of Gesang flowers, holding fresh highland barley in your arms.
Perhaps, mysterious language only exists in mystery.
13
The smell of wine has not disappeared. A man counts the numbers in the book and the number of times he has handed you a cup. Snowflakes are reflected in the cup.
You are more beautiful in Gannan grassland this season.
I put my ideas into wet dream.
14
My eyes never close. My eyes always kiss the air.
Always thinking about tomorrow. Disrupted the plan.
15
A day's time is easily erased from my mind. The sun on the plateau will rise again. I feel the fragrance of life and the freshness of time.
Head out of the window, hit the cold in the morning, eyes flying in your direction.
Close your eyes and meditate, and wait for a while.
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I walked through the cooperative stadium three times and recorded all the conversations. On a piece of white paper, there are countless points and circles. I am looking for a circle.
Green shoots show their shy heads in the corner. Go with the flow, follow the sunshine, and let go of your steps quickly.
17
The earth had one happy and sad dream after another.
There is a Buddha in the mountains and a Buddha in the heart.
18
A cloud comes from the west, from Tibet.
The pious mind, with the sunshine of the scriptures, puts his hands together and hangs his long-cherished wish in his heart.
Have a soul. Pigeons drink water in the air.
Walk on the road of poetry, your road.
19
Cattle and sheep always kiss the nourishment of the earth.
This season, there is no wind, only the road of pilgrimage.
Silence hides a thousand words.
Silence contains eternal proverbs.
20
Here, people on the floating grassland worship devoutly.
Here, the conversion of shepherd's soul.
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The rider yearns for the grassland on horseback, how many times he wanders and how many times he is crazy. I am walking on the road of poetry and you, dreaming of the green flowers in the world of mortals.
I use my feet and my pious soul. Holding the flame lit by butter lamp, I set foot on Gannan grassland.
22
Everything is born safe, as the Buddha wishes.
The shepherd looked at the grassland on horseback, and I wrote it in a poem. Poetry allows you to take your thoughts far away.
Sit in the center of the grassland and feel a kind of meditation.
23
Drunk words are drunk, listen to drunk words.
There are no cells in your mind, only the desires related to you.
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The snow has disappeared, and the songs of cattle and sheep herders are so beautiful.
Stepping on a kind of warmth, holding a hopeful wing.
The desire to step on the soul forms another situation.
25
The shepherd's wish is the same as the poet's.
In an abyss of time, I pushed the grassland to the horizon and folded my hands in the distant space.
Farming thought, farming poetry ...
26
I didn't find you in the sparsely populated street.
My eyes were vague, and in the room with closed doors and windows, I remembered my eye contact more than once.
Strong or weak, bitter or sweet ...
27
Looking at the flowing posture, I dare not think of another space after time has passed.
Beauty, season after season, lifts you up and puts you down.
I thought: How many flowers can I pick in this hasty process?
28
For so many years, it is much lighter than air.
Waiting in life. Past bouts of heartache.
Stand up and sit down and look at the flowing clouds. What is behind the grassland?
Cattle and sheep chase cattle and sheep, and the sunset chases the sunset. I chase you in your mind.
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Holding time in your hand and looking at the different spaces behind and in front of you, what else can you interpret?
I dreamed of vilen, crossed the grassland and had nothing.
Love. A word is deeply rooted in people's hearts and flies all over the sky.