approached the 38th parallel of north latitude,
So the Karakorum was warm with ice and snow,
turned into a torrent of life, and
ran all the way to the Qianghe Plain in Ye Er.
In the depths of the vast Taklimakan,
pieces of Badam orchards are awakened.
Twelve Muqam's deep and high-spirited notes,
and the songs that entered the Yarkant River,
played a shache spring chant.
//
Potamogeton trees flourish into desert oases, and
they stand at the forefront of western spring;
Blooming Badam flowers,
gorgeous on both sides of the Yarkant River.
The flowers are full of stars,
The fragrance of flowers pervades the southern Xinjiang Plateau;
It's raining on the Silk Road, and
it spreads the spring scenery beyond the Great Wall.
//
Butterflies are dancing around it,
Bees are whispering around;
It unveiled the mystery,
Romance bloomed in my lines;
Every flower is the full bloom of the soul,
Charming floral fragrance
haunts the hearts of people of all ethnic groups.
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Are you following the camel bell on the Silk Road,
or reciting Xuanzang's scriptures,
going to the ancient oriental country in the face of the sun,
leaving only Persian nostalgia in the rain.
The changes of the two major civilizations are engraved on the annual rings.
The sacred fruit is full of the sweetness of national harmony.
The snow in Kunlun and the wind in the plateau,
polished your tenacious character,
and the unchanging belief of nourishing the East ...