Original author: Yan Xinfu| Inner Mongolia Alxa League
poetry
The tide that never sets
My dreams flashed bright eyes of the stars
Countless times stepped into the shack in the arms of the Gobi
The fingertips are stained with missing milk wine
Hada was like Hummel rising and falling in his chest
The homeland of my soul has never wandered
Rooted in a dusty village in the endless Gobi
The vast wilderness flock is like a drifting wave
The shepherd boy's song is like the shadow of a boat
The fierce frost wind is like the soldiers rushing forward
Sharpen the spine of the Gobi sword ridge
Rolling gravel tempers tough character
Ice and snow hatch bloodline rebirth
Ren Swallow walked away a rainbow as beautiful as a bride
Ren Yanqun left a cold and discolored hijab
I'm as athletic as a horse
It comes from the gobi's silent golden mind
I was born on a night away from the brazier
The snow on the way to the ranch was dim
The mother struggled wordlessly in a pool of her own blood
The howl of wolves came from the wilderness, desolate and tragic
The Gobi is a holy birth bed
Snowflakes weave swaddling as warm as a womb
A weak seedling that grows between heaven and earth
Experience the gobi fairytale winter night
I want to grow into a towering tree
The wind and rain holding the Gobi are toddlers
Chase the sheepdog running with the same color as the winter pasture
That hero's holly overlord Mongolian almond
The Sandga Hilly Tree, as rough as the Bock hand
Show me the unbridled colors of life
And the mysterious dreams of the seemingly desolate Gobi
More simple and unpretentious grass like a shepherd
Just like red sand and white thorns and black hairy heads
Mongolian for Yamahzhgen and Ileva
Presented to me the meaning of growth and a firm desire
Self-improvement blooms with youthful blossoms
Everyone dresses up the wasteland a little green
The grass and trees of the Gobi are one leaf and one flower
They all look at each other silently in the cycle of seasons
Affectionately nurtured the Gobi I grew up in
The story is filled with mellow and fragrant true love
For example, the reel on the well is a shriveled body
Like a centenarian in vicissitudes
The time mark that guards generations of nomads
The wings of migratory birds take away the gaze of migration
The song of the water is overlooked for a long journey
The moment when the agate snuff bottles meet is like a toast
In a hand as thick as a horse pole
Convey pearl-like memories and greetings to the heart
Like a cloud of good fortune falling on the reeled handle
The shepherd girl's red turban was stirred by the wind
Fragrant floral scents and grassy scents linger
The shy eyes are just like the dew rolling down the tip of the grass
The horse-taming boy's wine jug fell drunk on the well platform
Wait for your sweetheart to fill it with a clear spring like wine
Pure and sweet
Since then, he has been drunk for a long time
The jujube horse hissed with joy
Silver sand is covered with hoof prints like sheep petals
As many as the stars
As deep as dimples
Oh my dreamy piece of gobi
You are the tide in my heart that never sets
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Yan Xinfu, WeChat name Lao Xi, the leader told to handle retirement, suddenly there seems to be something in his heart, then what is still empty blocked, for a while can not be clear, he wrote these dozens of lines of text similar to the retirement age, first let yourself express your nostalgia ...