If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Capacity elimination, capacity elimination, capacity elimination-
Melt in her gentle heart
Return peace to Hoh Xil.
( 1)
Have you ever heard of Hoh Xil,
There is cold and thin air floating there.
Have you ever been to Hoh Xil,
Vilen is full of aura.
The body of Kunlun Mountain is generous and straight.
Mount Tanggula holds its head high,
They are hoh xil's open arms,
Embrace this magical land tightly.
This is a forbidden area of human life,
For thousands of years, it has stubbornly interpreted the miracle of nature.
That's the source of the Yangtze River,
A tireless stream gushed from the glacier.
The vast snow area, no trampling footprints.
The biting cold wind pulls the clouds flying everywhere.
This is a sacred place,
Primitive ecology is like a pure and beautiful girl.
This is a paradise for plateau animals.
There are charming Tibetan antelopes.
How I want to see heaven,
Set foot on the blue ridge of the plateau.
How I want to walk into Hoh Xil,
Deeply into her lonely and empty arms.
Holding a handful of frozen soil in Hoh Xil,
Put it on the hot box,
Keep the blood close,
Near this cold land.
Take a deep breath in the fresh air of Hoh Xil,
Put it in Peng Pai's heart,
Put it in your chest,
Into the wind and rain of thousands of years.
Ah-
Lovely Hoh Xil,
How I want to hear your calm breath.
How I want to see you-a smile in my sleep.
(2)
Did you hear,
Hearing the bleak wind in Hoh Xil,
In the face of the brutal slaughter of poachers,
Blood-red sunset will also cry sadly.
Did you see that,
Seeing the tragic death of Tibetan antelope in Hoh Xil.
Seeing a dead body in the wilderness makes you tremble,
The land under the bones was dyed red with blood.
I looked painfully at Hoh Xil in the distance,
She is no longer a beautiful girl.
Raped and ravaged by human desires,
Even tears can't wash away her holy body.
The sky sighed heavily,
Looking at poor Hoh Xil with tears,
The earth roared with the wind,
Sincerely call for defending our Hoh Xil.
……
Gather our anger,
Catch the killer,
Butcher, you put down your evil weapon,
Return peace to Hoh Xil.
With our love,
Closed solid shield,
Stop evil from attacking nature,
Also Tibetan antelope is a vibrant land.
Ah-
Lovely Hoh Xil, peace in Hoh Xil.