E. Boulder, Mongolian,1was born in June, 1966 in Alashan Youqi. Graduated from Mongolian Department of Inner Mongolia University and Mongolian Department of Mongolian Language and Literature College of Northwest University for Nationalities. He has worked and served in Ayouqi Mongolian School, Azuoqi Zongbilisumu, Azuoqi Party Committee Office, Azuoqi Land and Resources Bureau, and Azuoqi Cultural and Sports Bureau. He is currently the chairman of the Arab League Federation of Literary and Art Circles and is committed to poetry creation. Many representative works of exploring poetry have been published in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the region, including Poetry-Electrocardiogram and Heaven Code Word. Poetry won the Girugen Cup Gold Award, Solongga, Salina, Ulanhu Mongolian Language Award, etc. Poetry was translated into Chinese, Slavic, Japanese, Spanish and English, and won the "Outstanding Contribution Award of Poetry Art" in the 37th World Congress of Poets in August 17. The newly published Russian poetry collection "Eagle of Altay Mountain".
Walk into every household
Colorful days
Touch the same gray hills.
Follow the golden light of the sun
Move alone.
Flowing geese fly from a distance.
An empty and vast hill.
Let the mind become empty,
Moving in an endless place.
The fate of this soil and water
Enter the late autumn.
Mountains and grasslands
Like migratory birds, they migrate all the year round.
I passed by Mal.
Settle down in this meadow.
I'm standing in the middle of the earth.
Lose one's ride, helpless ...
Only your dark brown pebbles
Standing in a deep vision
The charm of plateau
Step on every moment of the day.
Countless golden mountains
Swaying in the refracted sunlight.
Not a single flower.
Understand and miss this land.
Quiet home
Winter in late autumn.
There is nothing exciting.
Tears of weeping flowers
Shepherd's spirit
Fell off the horse's mane,
Fall down again
Hanging around like a worn saddle.
Fate flies like a horse's mane,
Horseshoe hesitates on the stone.
As wild as a song
Lyric grassland
Dry up in emptiness
The wind also began to stop.
I don't know why.
Walking, sitting, standing
Or like a fox's tail
The beauty that shines in an instant
Nothing is more empty than language.
It's sad, especially for poets.
Be troubled by dreams
Paradise forest
Mild anxiety
Indifferent sadness
Inevitably fragmented and miserable.
Angry with pain
The pain caused by anger
Kiss the hoof of the yellow lamb
Cry like rubble
I am on the sand dune of Baiduting.
Stand like the wind
I don't have a center
A forked branch, a comment on it
This is Venus' hand.
I am the explanation of existence.
I am the high wind in the valley.
I can't get through the wind in the valley,
I won't stay in the valley in the wind.
I am the high wind in the valley.
Not harvested, survived
Achnatherum splendens clumps appear in the field of vision.
And the ancient sun.
Meet without a beard,
Blow a trace of melancholy.
I am like the amber sun every day.
From the dark green sadness
Grow slower than a beard.
Growth for growth's sake
Like the cold moon,
Pale, sealed by fire
A faint flash of light
Dawn is buried here. ...
The wind of flowers, tears
Like a horse's mane
Also like horseshoes.
upland
Like horses.
Like dust.
I'm-Gail.
I overcame the strong wind.
There is a strong wind in my heart.
I'm-Gail.
I am a fire.
I put out the fire.
I have a light.
I am-fire.
Wear in the wind
My silver belt
My body aches from the cold.
Look listless.
Fly from the horsehair and dance.
Because of the loss
I didn't know it was a song,
Or the wind
Put your dirt and stones
Love is like sheep.
Soothes my childhood memories.
Think of it as a cradle.
Think of it as a family group.
With my songs, years and smoke.
Convergence and melting are inseparable.
Write about life
Lyric novel
With the most beautiful voice
Sing a happy song
I want to have something about happiness.
The most beautiful song,
In order to stabilize the inner impulse
Raise the wind on your mountain
Let your flowers cry gently ...
Sorry, please forgive me.
For your river bank.
I began to cry from my heart. ...
I'm sorry
In the milk you provided.
I can't help getting wet.
Block your wind
Tripping your song,
Become a tear of yours. ...
Please forgive me.
I am a ranch.
Lyric style
Standing on the dome of the pavilion
Listen to many of her songs
Sing a lot of her songs.
Cry like a man
Cry like the wind ...