Xie "Qilian Mountain Waiting for the Light (Poetry Group)"

The wilderness is empty and quiet.

Life is cool.

He is in Hexi

Turn your back on life

Silent all the year round-the coolness of Qilian Xuefeng

A stone sheep slowly turned around.

Love to sleep under the stars.

There are some desolate shades.

My figure

Loneliness flows in the same direction as her.

In the sparse Woods

In Hexi corridor

On sb's chest

A trace of unspeakable long autumn sunshine

On the Xiongnu border

Qilian Moqi Mountain Grassland

Running water pushes the Qilian Mountain stone mill.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are four seasons.

Grind out cool snow, snow-white clouds, flowers and birds.

Songtao, the call of the wind, the green grass

Just like this world.

When you see and can't see

Always forward

Always fighting and competing with fate

Qilian Mountain: Three Movements of Tashi Family

Childhood more than three thousand meters, grinding navel on the mountainside.

Shitoulei wopeng

Riprap rope, immortals, animals and plants, cow dung cake, saddle, wooden fence door

Still in the mountains

When I moved, I gave it to Qilian Mountain and Yun.

To the birds, to the breeze

To the pine forest, to the dew

An old motorcycle

Put the key on the top of the door.

Lock the days in the mountains

Leave the grass, pheasants, otters and mice ...

Stone Age attractions, golden sunsets, starry mornings.

Zengguli

My hometown is flowing Qilian.

My hometown is the green grinding navel mountain.

Xigouding

Standing on the top of xigou in Xidatan grassland

My back is cotton cloud, Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica. Mongolian forests and paths washed by rain.

A locust motor was confiscated by silence.

Tents in front of Kanzhao Temple in Yuxi

A beetle unwilling to lag behind

I also hit a white mushroom.

Smoked mulberry smoke overflows grasslands, tents, white pagodas and Xidatan, and it's a long way.

pine forest

Tibetan believers waiting to reach the top

Stick to the grass and embrace the mountains and rivers.

Looking for self and strength in the shadow of the living Buddha

A guide to horns and prayer flags

I suddenly seem to see all beings.

This life, the afterlife and short happiness

Living in seclusion in Mao Mao, Qilian Mountain.

Speaking of seclusion, I think of my distant mother.

Peer wife, ask so far.

How to buy daily odds and ends for rural residents in Ma Chang?

There are many hermits like me.

Silent mountains and grasslands

What will it be like?

Squeeze too much human fireworks and breath

Or give up fantasy?

Or let there be fewer people here.

Let's keep this place closed

Or keep this place away from the world.

Or watch the sunset today and drive the white yak and yellow cattle into the summer camp?

Or watch birds sing tomorrow morning and sprinkle dew and flowers on the sun and grass tips.

After a long time, I won't start over.

Deep memory

Mudanyao

Peony is red.

lower than

Xixia temple

Peony is white.

Zuixiangxiang

Look at the moon's wine bowl

One person, two people, three people

One red, two white and three purple.

Rouge, snow, peony

The Pear Story of Ding Younian in Xia Meng Xijiao Park

It's snow, hanging on the tree.

This is a cloud, a folded wetland.

Spring breeze can't receive moonlight.

Bees stole the scent of stamens.

People walking in a hurry in the twilight.

Illuminate the loneliness in my heart

Suddenly fall in love with this beautiful world

Fall in love with April and May.

Fall in love with the shy daughter-in-law who broke into the pear garden

Far Qilian Mountain

Pears are getting whiter and whiter.

Grassland Shang

When we are ready to love the world.

Start with this grassland and your own soul.

If you love the world,

Love beetles, wild flowers, streams, mulberry smoke, prayer flags, temples.

If you want to give up this world

Start by giving up love.

Back to the top of the mountain

Sometimes, life suddenly makes me bow.

He told me to slow down.

Or stop.

Let me see how a sparrow flies to autumn.

Smelling the flowers quietly diffuses.

The river slowly entered the crowd.

Let me go back to my hometown

Back to the top of the mountain

Honeysuckle guards the gate.

The door of the village guarded by honeysuckle fell down.

The wind blew away half of the elegiac couplet.

Because it has accumulated too many tears and rain.

Two years ago, our father went to heaven.

Honeysuckle makes us so lonely.

Lonely and often unable to support themselves.

The road to Nanshanbaozi

The grass overflowed and yellow leaves were scattered all over the floor.

The rotten smell of peaches and apricots.

This is my favorite smell.

Through autumn, through Sujiaping, through dust.

The yard, the wall in the village and the tile house are all crowded with ice grass.

Ploughshares, flails and rucksacks hanging on the western wall

Slow dust fall

Wild chrysanthemums, wells and gardens have been waiting for my father.

A familiar voice