The vast Hulunbeier grassland.
Under the boundless sky and on the vast plains, you can see cattle and sheep.
Outside the felt house
The smell of koumiss and mutton is very attractive.
I am deeply moved by the happiness that eternal life brings to the grassland.
Ma Touqin ring.
Mongolian grassland was pulled for a long time in an instant.
And then dissolved in spirits.
Hada squatted on my shoulder like two white doves.
I looked up with a bowl in my hand.
Drink dry wine.
Piano sounds and grasslands come to mind.
In a trance, I saw a white horse.
Lightning came from the depths of the grassland.
The man immediately raised the Suluddin pike.
The armor shone with a terrible glare.
Wherever the spear flies, people are belly-up.
Deep red blood
Splash with blooming Gesang flowers
The iron flow of the Mongolian army behind him
Smoke billowed and covered the sun.
The earth trembled with fear.
A big eagle
Hovering high in the sky
I also saw the iron flow.
I bridled the reins with my left hand and waved a bright machete with my right hand.
Clear Lake Baikal and winding Altai Mountain.
Snow-covered Transcaucasia ...
thrill through
A long arrow flew into the sky.
The eagle answered and fell.
Archers hold Sulu and laugh in the wind.
Laughter drowned the lonely smoke in the desolate desert.
Sun was surprised.
Fly to the horizon ...
I struggled to open my eyes.
I have been lying in a yurt.
Outside the felt house
The sound is still buzzing.
Wine and meat are still fragrant.
The piano is still sweet.