Dedicated to my northwest modern poetry

A huge and strong body is always lying at my feet

An ancient and long-standing legend often makes me burst with pride

But at this moment, A sober and moist wind is blowing towards my chest

She seems to be a song without notes

Quietly ringing in the snowy sky filled with joy of plum blossoms

My chest seems to be racing with the roaring sound of the sea

She flew across thousands of miles of plains, spread across thousands of miles of plateaus, and climbed up to the vast Kunlun Mountains

Five thousand years, I came from Beijing The cavemen who came out of Zhoukoudian

stepped on the fragments of oracle bone inscriptions and used waxy Cai Lun paper

to persistently write the three thousand years of immortal vicissitudes of the Populus euphratica tree

Let the Tarim River roll out a bright moon, clear and clear

It shines brightly on Zhang Qian’s cavalry on his mission to the Western Regions

Let the Ili River give birth to a generation of poet Li Bai

Sprinkle the snow-capped Tianshan Mountains all over the north and south like poetry

Ah, my vast and vast Northwest

Ah, my magical and charming Northwest

You have given me the eternal and rich history of vicissitudes

The scenery that has filled my mind for thousands of years has made me daydream for a long time

But you have also made me forget about it. I haven’t walked out of that pass to appreciate the unique style of the north and south of the Yangtze River

I am still beautiful and desolate and beautiful

You gave me a vast and broad mind

But my body is covered with the beard of time

I still stagger on the cold and poor winter night

You gave me the ancient road to the west wind and the thin horse, and also gave me You gave me a golden sword and an iron horse

You gave me loneliness and tranquility, but also gave me confidence and self-confidence

So I sang like a hero to fight for it and never look back

There is no grass anywhere in the world, but in my tenacious life

I always carry melancholy poems with tears

So I have infinite yearning for the colorful and gorgeous scenery. Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River

But the sorrow of spring makes it difficult to fall asleep. The crooked footprints line by line dissolve into my intoxicated road back home. The world is lonely, vast and speechless, my vast and distant world. Great Northwest

Ah, my beautiful and rich Great Northwest

Have you always been that tall and gloomy man?

Have you always been like a snowflake? Are you still in the ancient desert with the biting wind?

Are you always in the vast loneliness and melancholy being beaten by camel bells

"The desert is windy and dusty, the sun is dim", "The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass"

But today, I clearly felt a cool breeze blowing

Like a bright white cloud stirring up a blue sea

I no longer Melancholy is no longer sad, no longer lonely, and melancholy

I think of the reclamation general who sang a triumphant song into the Tianshan Mountains

I think of the smiles of the young people at the window of the train heading west

They were deep in the desert, in the Gobi wilderness where the north wind was howling

Weaving colorful green curtains to disperse the desolation of the past

Making the vast expanse of silence appear Unprecedented vividness and beauty

Let future generations admire, praise and sing

Ah, my vast and vast northwest

Ah , my beautiful and rich northwest

A sober wind is blowing to my chest

I seem to be a bird that suddenly becomes bright

After passing through the vast midnight, I quietly opened the curtains

Let the morning sunshine gently fill the manuscript paper on my desk

A spring song ignited in my excited heart story

That beautiful melody carried me like a roc and spread its wings to soar high

The vast gray-yellow northwest was awakened by the sound of my flying

They opened their confused and excited eyes one after another

Looking at the poplar trees covered in green with tears

The Great Northwest once again danced with excitement and clarity because of me. `Music

Those snow-capped peaks, those endless green grasslands

Those crystal clear mountain springs, those rows of tall and straight poplar trees

There are also those beautiful and young cities

They are all moved and shed tears in my shouting and thinking

So I am neither arrogant nor depressed. Discouraged

My character is as strong and hard as the stones on the Gobi Desert

My chest is still bulging with a boiling passion

I am in the difficult situation Looking for my dignity in my steps, my morning flowers and bright moon

The years of my life will always be as broad and deep as this land

I am the fire burning my future, I I am the forerunner of the green wind and green rain

I want to call back the wanderers flying southeast with the revitalizing and elegant soul of poetry

I want to smear the rising sun every day with bright red and hot blood

Let all the eyes of the world turn to this passionate Northwest

Admire our group of tall and no longer gloomy western men

In the long journey of the new century On the journey

I will be so busy that I will sweat profusely and never regret it for the rest of my life