Original author: Si Ri Gulen | Hohhot, Inner Mongolia
Poetry
Not clear
Mongolian milk tea is still there every morning
Music starts from the time of boiling tea
Also simple very or horse head piano song
or long-key pastoral or prairie songs
Sometimes it is also sung with a melody
Does it feel good at this time?
Think that's what life is about
When you are excited, you will pick up the tea bowl
Worship the grasslands with tea instead of wine
I can't help but put a handful of it on my face
Choking up sounds that no one could hear
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
This moment is not love or scenery
This process is repeated day after day
It is a shaman apparition in the inheritance cheats
Sometimes whispering, sometimes speaking words like chants
Heaven bar meadow bar fire bar that
Horse-head harp boots
I'm going to take the one from yesterday
I'm going to take this tomorrow the day after tomorrow
Xilin Gol forgot
Ashan Bolig forgot to remember
Next time Naadam forgets me
All the champions all first place
That's none of my business
That's my brother my children and grandchildren
That's my stand-in, my soul
The only thing I remember is this long-tuned pastoral
It was enough to feed me for the rest of my life
2022.2.21
He is also a native of his hometown
The sea of people is vast
Encounter in one pattern
Words reveal their tails
This is fate
Well, I didn't say a cup of it
dry
An outspoken one
A slight whisper is spicy
Next turn on your phone to play
A song of the Xilin Gol prairie
Listen to a tearful eye
The other one wipes the nose straight
Oh no non-dispersed seats
Hand in hand and back to Japan for a long time
As soon as I went out, the cold wind came
One stood up against the other
One wrapped around the placket
The two voices were in unison
Shouted out
See you soon, folks
make
he who
simple
seashell
Sri Gulen (Li Congying) is a Mongolian poet. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He has won the National Horse Award and the Inner Mongolia Soronga Award. He currently lives in Hohhot. Worked in Alxa.