Pilgrims' Journey Modern Poetry

Not all touching is happiness.

Not all happiness will be touched.

Journey to the sky

the Potala Palace

There is a kind of

Where the gods float.

Tall and deep

I hear freedom overhead.

hover

The voice of heaven

Red, yellow and white

Pure.

Song of peace

On the Tibetan Plateau

Summon the holy wind

For faith

Firm goal

That rugged road

With forehead and life

To explore

all one's life

The feeling of

That vast plateau

A blue lake.

clear

bright

Fly in Yunfu

There are natural songs.

Not all eternity is beautiful.

Not beauty can last forever.

Holy snow piled up.

Strange mountain

Use yak

One side of heaven and earth

Bakhoxil

And sheep

Run in a brilliant arc

I heard you.

The ringing of bronze

And the sound of divine comedy

This is the call of the future

Zaiyangbajing

Henamucuo

Endless navy blue

Reflect the reflection of the maid-in-waiting

It's Princess Wencheng's eyes.

Wangcheng mutton zhuoyongcuo

Or is it the body drive of Songzan Gambu?

Standing on Tanggula Mountain.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Gone with the Wind

Into endless thoughts

And incomparable love.