Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
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Song appreciation
This poem is a short lyric poem. Poetry is called "diary". It should be a diary first, and then a poem.
This is because, first, diaries are convenient for expressing emotions and writing about various lives. Second, a diary is a personal thing, a purely personal expression of feelings, sincere and sincere. This poem, which describes the author's heart, is an instant explosion after the ultimate emotion finds a breakthrough. Every word comes from the author's emotional flow, sincere expression, and no lead.
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Diary Baidu encyclopedia