Stroll in the twilight
The wind is forming, and we are forming.
The sunset touches the falling silence.
The distant mountain is the last Dojo.
So many footprints
She never screams pain.
You can only see it at night.
Starry salt lakes.
Like hanging at 36 degrees north latitude.
Sparkling snowflakes
(2) Chaka Salt Lake
High-grade tea cards on the plateau
I am like a giant with a pole.
Divide the lake blue and the sky blue in two.
I can't recognize the clouds because of sadness.
And salts.
Stand in the lowest place
Look at the clouds blooming.
Such a quiet and peaceful place
When the brightness is reversed in the salt lake
Tea cards are like burning torches.
You can see it everywhere.
Burning ashes
As if performing fireworks.
In my calm and waveless heart
Push you to 3059 meters