Lonely and eager to see.
Looking for incompleteness
Falling into English, heading for the season of death.
Chasing the sinking sunset
Pick it up in the sand dunes in the west.
Touch the color of Xiaxia.
Red vast Gobi.
The end of the ancient road full of tea fragrance
I can hear the Qiang flute.
Notes wander in the wilderness.
Beyond the wind and grass
Camel bells beat the heroes buried in quicksand.
China's feelings in sleep
Wake up one by one
Go out of Yangguan in the west
Pour a glass of wine
Say goodbye in the cup of drinking at night.
Plus the dust and smoke brought by the ebb and flow of the tide.
Get drunk tonight.
Say goodbye to the full moon in front of the window
Sleeping wandering students.
I seem to see spotted chrysanthemums again.
With the horn of autumn
Tread over Helan Mountain Que