Suffocating,
Occasionally a whirlwind comes in,
A column of yellow sand flies angrily,
There was an inexplicable silence,
The atmosphere is weird.
The sand is beige,
In the sunshine,
It seems to be golden yellow again.
Through the hands of time and wind,
Carefully carved sand beams,
Like a wave mark,
Slowly spread out on rice paper,
Extend to the distance;
The dunes rise slowly,
Forming a steep sand wall,
It seems to be still flowing slowly in the sand sea.
The lines of the sand ridge,
Especially smooth and elegant,
Like silk dancing in the wind,
Between heaven and earth,
Make an "S" shape and fly like a snake.
Wave after wave,
Wave after wave,
Soft elasticity,
Has been hidden deep in the desert.
As it turns out,
The desert can be so beautiful.
Standing on the top of a high sand dune,
Look around,
The blue sky,
Golden sand sea,
This is a completely different world.
My steps follow the brush of God,
Blow a kiss to the beautiful curve of the desert,
The waves are as beautiful as chasing waves.
Saussurea involucrata blooms in the nobility of the iceberg cliff,
The long night on the moon.
I am addicted to the exquisite carving of God,
Waves of sand waves extend infinitely,
The blood-red world blends with the canopy,
Run as fast as you can!
Modern poems describing the desert Gobi II. Desert night,
Only the sound of the wind.
Sitting in the desert wind,
You will hear a faint call,
Like a distant mother,
Yelling at children who forget their way home,
Draw your mind.
When you are calm,
The wind in the desert is elegant,
In your heart,
Make a wavy shadow.
You'll hear a sound,
Songs from thousands of years ago,
You can hear it,
The singer's slight breath,
You can hear it,
The waves of the singer's veil,
You can hear it,
The singer's skirt flies,
You can hear it,
The singer's light footsteps,
Knocking on the ground,
Getting closer and closer to you ...
The desert wind has a magic power,
Diffuse in people's hearts.
The wind in the desert has rhythm,
And the human heartbeat,
Keep the same frequency.
At night in the desert,
Sitting in the desert wind,
You will forget the emptiness of the desert,
Forget the desolation of the desert
In the melody of desert wind,
When it is in full bloom,
The waves are smart,
When it is in full bloom,
Jointing growth of vegetation,
flourish
Flowers bloom for the second time;
You are in the desert wind,
You will hear a soft narrative,
Tell a story of joys and sorrows,
Or the secret of happiness.
That little worry,
Get you hooked on Wan Li.
In the desert wind,
You will,
When I hear a word of concern,
Heard a faint sigh.
Modern poetry describing the desert Gobi 3 golden desert,
Is a mirror like water,
Reflect the eyes hidden deep in the sky,
And my eternal eyes.
That delicate little hat,
And the feathers flying on the little hat.
And the soft thoughts of calf boots,
After every gust of wind,
Vent the breath I walked through.
The voice echoed in my dreams,
This is a language I don't understand.
This is your story?
Or your traction?
Desert or desert,
But every day in the desert,
There has been a whole new change.
Underground cities are trying to develop,
Dreams grow into images in the shadows,
In the sunshine,
There is a clear spring flowing under your feet.
There are birds singing overhead.
Horses waiting for the city,
Hook the seam hard,
Longing for the grass,
Run with the wind.
Desire is the same as the first flower,
Breathe freely,
Wet and fresh air.
You sing on horseback,
Your singing,
It penetrated my imagination,
Your efforts,
Grow into a talking bird?
Or spring in the desert?
Grow with all the seeds,
The desert is full of nostalgia,
The wind carries your sadness,
Flying around.
The sound that has traveled through a thousand years,
Is an unreadable language.