All these years, you have never stopped wandering.
Wandering in the charm of Diancang Mountain, wandering in
In the heart of Yangbi walnut. Every drop
Xiang Yulu left a gift from Yangbi River.
Write beauty on the waves and ripple in the red of carambola.
In the swaying bamboo shadow of weeping willows
Yang Bijiang is affectionate. She is affectionate to Yang Bijiang.
Every inch of land is so frank and open-minded.
Under the sun and the moon, the years change and the wind and rain fight.
Rolling forward without regrets. Do you know that only
Progress is your main theme and your ideal.
Leave the soul to the rich and the capital to the rich.
What they take away is human suffering and filth. Yangbijiang river
Take a sip and I will be your adverb.
I will attach your punctuation marks, which will be deeply understood.
Good Zen. Put a clear soul in the voice of wooden fish
Reveal the true meaning of life for an ordinary person. ...
Walnut in Yangbi and the spell of Pannie on earth
I read about you in a canoe by Yangbi River.
The veins on the palm print pass through the shadow of a kingdom.
Yangbi walnut You are a pearl in Dali, Yunnan.
Although, this broken ancient country has long gone up in smoke.
Simple and kind Yi people are building new temples with sweat.
The dream of youth begins with a cloud.
Lush foliage and mysterious legends.
Those stormy days, those women who can't look back at their hometown.
In your green ocean, the story of September was born.
Walnut smiled. In the green egg green
Yang Bijiang put his hands together. The golden light of Pannie is too bright for the Buddha to unlock.
incantation ...
The filariasis in July, the smoke from the kitchen of the Millennium homeland. ...
The first nuclear crown in the world, let me find you in one legend after another.
Worship, biting a name in a poem.
Page after page, July's filariasis has passed.
That's how you touched my heart. Implanted in my bone marrow
Sew in a poem with you
The holy water in Diancang Mountain, the jade dew in Lingnan and the auspicious clouds in Dali horizon.
Bloom and bear fruit in this land given by God.
A lifetime of youth, a jade color.
Be reborn in the folk songs of Yi girls.
The fruit in the stone is as sweet as milk.
Young years have picked up thousands of years of smoke in the old country. ...
Cangshan snow, heaven cares for you.
For Lingnan, snow is a luxury.
It's even more amazing She's like
A stroke of god, embellishment.
Malong Peak in Diancang Mountain. She let me know
On the stove in spring and summer, you can
A bright jade dress is allowed in winter.
Even a shake is frost.
But this is the humanity and light of Malong Peak in Diancang Mountain.
Snow-covered, on the mountain peak.
Smile in spring and autumn and melt the snow.
With the running of the stream
Moisturize the mountains and rivers in Dali
Trees are lush, flowers are blooming, and cattle and sheep flock.
Every spring and autumn is nurtured by snow.
Above the clouds, from a distance.
Where is the place where God looks?
Excuse me, how many heroes are there
Bow and pay tribute
The ancient tea-horse road, the movement of crying and dreaming.
A path paved with bluestones winds in.
At the bottom of the mountain, it is winding.
The steep mountains of Shilin. Wild animals haunt
Unapproachable bones, deep horseshoe prints
It confirms the vicissitudes of time in stone.
From Dali and Yangbi
Cross Lijiang, cross Sichuan and enter Tibet.
From Nepal to India. Walking on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
On the roof of the world, tea is the medium.
Spreading Chinese civilization and the rise and fall of the Millennium.
For prosperity and strength, friendship. Our ancestors
Walk out of the road of revival with your feet and use blood.
And wisdom to write about the great unity and development of all ethnic groups.
Let the fiery red days sow on the ancient road.
Bear fruit. The bell rang, evoking a painful dream.