Red Poems about Xinjiang

The history of the first corps farm

Solidified years

Poverty and loneliness are no longer obvious.

Footprints of developers

Crossing Xinjiang

Those ancient plants that have gone through 5 thousand years

Sculpting with immortal life.

People and sharing

Meanwhile, on the Gobi desert,

Crop propagation

Start with sweat and tears

A class that has cooled long silence.

Transform wasteland, bare mountains and waste water

Fragrant wheat waves.

Set off green waves

How many years has a pine tree been rooted?

Shake a green leaf.

whether or not

It's hard to be mentioned again

Not all singing has sound.

Not all development means pain.

Hard and fulfilling entrepreneurial years.

will

Remember the bonfire lit for you in the dark.

will

Forget the clear singing and create an ocean of sunshine.

Rich Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers in the moonlight tonight

companion

someone

Staring at the dirt road in the distance

someone

I miss people and things that I miss day and night.

Second, I miss a Shanghai educated youth.

Sleep here.

Vastness and headrest of Junggar basin

Heart is the passion of the Yangtze River.

perpetual youth

Leave the vast sky and grassland in the west.

A thin, loud song

linger in one's ears

Dream Shanghai

The voice of relatives is calling.

Remote dune

Companion Tomb-Sweeping Day Memorial

Ordinary names will not fade with the sun and the moon.

Infiltrate into the depths of life and history

Become an immortal sport in daily life.

Inject vitality and will into every soul.

Gobi grass is green and yellow and green.

whether or not

Forgot the way back

Relatives, soil watered by blood, sweat and tears.

Between ten thousand acres of wheat waves or mountain peaks.

Improve your figure from time to time.