How I want to carry a bag full of dreams.
Take the camel to the dusty distance. How I want to follow that distant and distant ancient road.
Looking for the dream desert, Dunhuang, flying over the snow in Qilian Mountain in June and entering the desert blown by wind and sand.
I'm looking for the stone axe left there by my ancestors to see if it can split fire after more than 4 thousand years.
Chasing the sunset on the Silk Road
Trekking in the Hexi Corridor, which was once full of gongs and drums.
I want to find the pottery left by Sanmiao people and make it full of cold, hot and vast history. I want to hear the sound of the Qiang flute through the ages.
Sad and melodious in the night sky of the wasteland
The cold light of Leng Yue in the desert.
How I want to find the lost cattle and sheep of Wusun people.
Traveling in the long field.
How I want to raise the moon and people's nods to light up the night sky.
I saw a bloody sunset in the vast sand sea, and the rumble of iron hooves and the galloping of horses' hooves came from a distance.
A wild Hu Qi disappeared at the end of quicksand.
Stay away from grasslands and yurts.
I saw Zhang Qian's cavalry returning from the Western Regions.
The screams of flying swallows on horseback resounded everywhere.
I saw the smoke of Hanwu raise a banner to cover the sun.
Wandering on the edge of the wind and clear air, the sound of Mingsha Mountain has been ringing for thousands of years.
Every time I sing.
It is the tragic story of the protagonist's long laugh, the sweet pond of crescent spring.
Every look
Gazing at the whipped shepherd,
Pioneering farmers, Yumenguan site
Look at the messengers who travel far in caravans.
The eternal swan song of the Triassic in Yangguan
How many old friends are there?
One more glass of wine and I'll never go back to my hometown. I stand on the ruins of the ancient beacon tower of the Great Wall of Han Dynasty.
I can still hear it.
A cavity Changfeng Wan Li roar.
I stand beside the ancient tombs of Wei, Jin, Sui and Tang Dynasties.
It seems that you can still see the pride and melancholy of frontier poets, snow-capped mountains and isolated cities.
Several degrees of spring and autumn wind and fire
Camels from east to west crossed the vast desert.
There are clouds and moons.
The frontier fortress leads to the Tang Dynasty, and all rivers run into the sea.
My desert and Dunhuang.
You are no longer the battlefield where Jin Ge Tiema fights everywhere.
Your silk paves the way and your reputation is far-reaching.
Pursuing the oasis that disappeared in ancient times and looking at the immortal Populus euphratica in the desert, I looked for the Buddha's light on the cliff, and saw the five monks of Le dig the first hole on the cliff, lit the first incense column in poverty, and generations of devout monks followed him.
Create a temple hanging in the Buddha cave
Clouds moving in the sky can't cover the golden color of Sanxing Mountain.
Mogao grottoes are the treasure of thousands of buddhas.
Sleeping in the desert 1000 years.
How many gorgeous pictures have been eroded?
Precious Buddha statue, humiliating age
How many priceless treasures have been hijacked and exiled?
Although the desert scene is so desolate, the Silk Road is so long.
Mysterious Dunhuang
Your mysterious and magical Confucian classic murals are fascinating.
Your world-famous Silk Road is intoxicating.
Unforgettable and beautiful Dunhuang
Colorful stories, including the sadness of your desert sunset, your glorious history and your glorious chapter.
How I want to use the charm of playing the pipa.
Stop the Millennium yellow sand
How I want to use my flying dream.
Erase a hundred years of hesitation
I want to take a stream and plant a row of poplars for you. I want to use the spring breeze to cross Yumen and let my dream sleep beside you.