Badain Jalan believes in modern poetry.

Why me?

Why me?

Over the ridge

And mountains and ridges.

I am a walker in Badain Jaran.

There are one hundred and eight Haizi.

Cover your fingerprints and make an oath.

Yell twice. Clouds in the desert are not alone.

The wind is not alone.

Grass is not lonely.

Sand is not alone.

I am the only one who is lonely.

I can't read you.

That kind of anxiety

How to write words close to you?

It's a vast Han

Or the cry of the sea

This loud and boundless voice

Did you hear that?

Who is chanting for you?

The undercurrent that made the Millennium dormant.

Once gushed.

Sunrise in Dongdashan Mountain

Gobi grassland woke up.

On reflection, aki.

Nirvana in Summer Colors

The smell of juniper grass.

Overflow reservoir heat map

Pilgrimage to Alaten Tabus

The gold plate that Genghis Khan lost in those days.

Admired by his people.

Kurittu of monks

glaring

You show yourself in a graceful manner.

Let a lizard straighten his back.

I finally saw the last ridge.

I know you are waiting for me.