The sun and the moon are still the same, and they meet in a fleeting time.

? Wen/Bin Yan

When the coastal inland was quiet at night,

I met solitary smoke and sunset outside the Great Wall, and

the reflected light overflowed my red lips.

We each have our own expressions, and it moves down little by little.

I leave little by little until the dusk is dark.

I'll smile and wake up tomorrow.

It has been said that wandering is a companion in this life,

sorrow and joy, wind and rain,

let it be, and the sun and moon will remain the same when you return.

We chase the map,

probably because of a pool of water, a river,

a mountain and a horse.

In the process of chasing, there are often deep expectations.

The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

The excitement of the boiling river is higher than the waves.

The high rocks at the bottom of the river make the waves rush forward and retreat.

The curled waves form beautiful roads.

even through the window,

I still don't miss a spray and a dangerous beach.

enjoy it warmly.

It's like a book, like a movie, and

It's as beautiful as it was selected and decorated by a photographer.

it gets dark very late, and it gets bright very early.

The livestock has no fence, and it is vast, so it can roam.

It can eat grass and drink the melted snow from the snow-capped mountains.

the flocks have fun at each other's top corners, and there is no constraint.

Kazakh grazing men are swinging their whips,

riding horses and flying across the grassland with melodious pastoral songs.

I walked into the dream,

into the landscape, into the singing.

The sky is very low and the mountains are very high.

White clouds, white snow, white sheep, white horses and white felt houses.

When you personally experience this holy pure land and put it in green rivers, green grass and green trees,

your mind will become as holy as snow-capped mountains and as vast as grasslands.

slow down, stop, calm down and live.

No one should rush me.

At night, the strings of winter blare through the cracks in the wooden house.

go around, and the sun and the moon will shine together.

I've traveled all over the world in Qian Shan,

I'm not a tourist who comes and goes in a hurry,

I'm a traveler who purifies homesickness and loves nature.

Waiting for the red sun of childbirth after the blood-red pain in the sky,

It was the most tender moment,

It was the soul that became numb day by day and expanded into infinite vitality.

We wait for the dawn, and

catch up with the sunset glow.

Listen to the sound of the water,

Listen quietly and love carefully.

when facing the snow-capped mountains,

there is always a regret that you can't board,

when holding hands with rivers,

there is always a regret that you can't swim across the river.

I often wonder, what was my past life?

Maybe it's a Salix standing on the edge of the desert,

Maybe it's an falcon roaming in the sky,

Maybe it's an unruly wild horse.

standing in the hinterland of the magnificent desert,

the solidification of the ever-lasting waves,

the dust raised by the wind all over the sky.

My mind is still,

Everything in the world seems empty and boundless.

I want to sprint freely to the clouds and mountains like an falcon,

I want to run wild and unrestrained on the grassland like a wild horse without a rein,

I want to wash every wandering soul like a cool river in summer.

I am a migratory bird returning from melting snow.

I meet you for a fleeting time.