Poetry of the Xilingol Grassland in the South

Zhuolong Gol River

A horse’s hoofprint in a mud nest

It has been ringing for eight hundred years

It is rippled by the wind The river bank

It was already a matter of the Yuan Dynasty

Now in the grassland

In the wheat stubble

There are only uneven hills

Even the tip of the needle flashes with the rays of the sun

Malan flowers bloom in the tranquility of the moon

Splenden grass beach

The stars are grazing cattle and sheep< /p>

I am anchored in a loud song in the sky

"The Beautiful Zhuolong Gol River" has become a fresh concept

Brother Chaolu and Sharula My sister

is in love behind Sha Liang

Only Eji makes tea

Ordinary

Uncle Mo Rigen said

The water in his cave

is the Zhuolong Gol River

He said that under the soil of the years

it is his memory

I drank the cold water in the cave

It seemed as if the Yuan Dynasty was entering the present time to travel

Feeling the glow under Marco Polo’s leather shoes

The wavy Zhuolong Gol River

October 13, 2006

Hulusitai, the reed in my dream

A dream with white reed flowers The swaying sky

The clouds will tell the story of the Yuan Dynasty

The story of the past or the story of the future

The dream filled with colorful flowers

Looking into the distance The river bank of Shangdu Gol

Sheep and cattle are drifting

A white horse is flashing out of the reeds

A Hulusitai It’s called a place with reeds

People who fall in love are willing to ride on bay-red horses

Live in warm yurts

Eat delicious hand-meat

Listening to the beautiful Hujing people’s moving pastoral songs

It seems like you have become a subject of Genghis Khan or Kublai Khan

I walked through one piece of grass after another. Grassland

Only the wind in Hulusitai is really soft and fine

A sheep can wake you up from a dream

One day the stars are this beautiful place Dream

October 13, 2006

Gongbaolaga Ranch

The "eight-legged" rake in childhood is so heavy

I can’t leave Gongbaolaga Ranch

A bundle of grass on my back

How many cattle and sheep I fed

I left Gongbao Laga

When I returned, I remembered the winter grassland

Gongbao Lga Ranch

The red cattle

The white sheep

And the lonely camel

The sound left on my childhood bicycle

Only the Mongolian man on horseback< /p>

The call of Moran fiddle

The malan grass is yellow

The splendens is yellow

Only the name Gongbaolaga Ranch is always green< /p>

October 13, 2006

In front of the milk tea house

A girl named Nada

Passing by a tree

And a bicycle

Then it came into my sight

At this time

I was on the third table of a milk tea shop

Drinking tea

That fat but thin piece of meat

Smells with oil and heat

The girl seems to have seen it

Me

The orange skirt

The wind blows

Shaking around her waist

I don’t know who it is I pushed her

She came close

This milk tea shop

I know

The girl floating from the grassland

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Dancing beside my milk tea bowl

Just for a moment

My milk tea became solid

That piece of meat is alive Came over

Gone

It ran to the grass

Nibbling on the spring grass tips

October 18, 2006 In Ulyastai Town

Jiayu 315 Room

Go into the elevator

Start from the first floor

Jiayu

It becomes a height on the ground

315 becomes a space with height

The shower head sprays out a red sound

Political soap and conceptual slippers

Listening to the communication principles of a TV screen

Taking off clothes

Washing in the red storm

The white sheets of independent thinking

Wrap me in my dream

The wind of Ujimqin

Sneak in through the crack in the door and let me get close

October 18, 2006 in Ulyastai Town

Morning of October 18

Under a blue and white sky

On the street

A few riding boots are tapping

The edge of the sun

Trousers and a microphone

Everyone is drinking Tea

The clouds on the grassland are like water

I escaped from a deserted venue

My name entered the bookstore opposite

22. The cover of a poetry book for 5 yuan

Fresh and gorgeous

A group of female poets spent time with me

It was an uncomfortable four hours of ruthlessness

They are all the old faces of the new women

At this time I smelled something outside the auditorium

Facing those mouths that made tasteless sounds

My fantasies about my journey have just stopped

October 18, 2006 in Ulyastai Town