Xiacan waterside willows, and the setting sun is far away.
However, I brought new wine to my humble abode and lightly stepped on Beishan Xuan.
Looking around, the sky is vast, thousands of miles of ditches are vertical and horizontal, and fertile land is thousands of hectares.
Birds are accompanied by fragrant grass, but mountains are not alone.
Recalling the old year, outside the red willow, the wolf sleeps.
Hu Tian is a foreign country, and the desert sand and sea will never stop.
The border is strong, and the draft is hoed several times in the spring and autumn, and the sun and the moon take on a new look.
Singing under Tianshan Mountain, I have forgotten the disaster of Mangsha.
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Gobi bears the bells of generations, and oasis lakes moisten the suburbs.
There are many cattle and sheep in Tianshan pasture, and Populus euphratica beyond the Great Wall looks beautiful.
Delicious grapes are colorful, full of vitality and high income.
Horses play in the lake, tambourines and strings are accompanied by wine and food.
Text/Liu Wei
Xinjiang hang
The top of Kunlun Mountain is vast, and Kyushu is full of gas.
Jade peak is like a lotus sea, and thousands of valleys are cold.
The flaming mountain burns the Gobi and the Tianchi Wanlongpan.
Thousands of miles away, the vast desert is yellow.
In the Han dynasty, the white hair turned, and the Tang Priest lived for half his life.
Great powers expand their territory, and Tianshan mountains destroy the white wolf.
Yi Xi used to be a ghost town, so why did it go to Phoenix?
The foolish old man came to a million, and today shine on you.
I'm also from Xinjiang ~