#Bayin Golling Headlines #Winter Bosten*
The ancient Gobi Desert
It's like an ancient mirror made of huge brass
And Lake Bosten in winter
It's a mirror that's been polished
A red sun rises in a dust-free blue sky
My figure dissolved into a marquee-like halo
Become a swaying figure in a mirage
The fourth day of the Lunar New Year coincides with the time of spring
In the desert of no man's land
The spring tide swirling between red men and green women
It was flooding my eyes at the moment
Poplars wear the sky and reeds and flowers spread on the ground
Cangshan is like a rushing hump
The melody of "West Sea Love Song" is breathing into frost
My unruly soul is drunk
Driving an ice knife
Swipe on a crystalline record
The festivities of all ethnic groups in Greater China
The ever-present bustle of distant border towns
