Poems of Xilin Gol Grassland in South China

Horseshoe prints in the mud pit

It has been ringing for 800 years.

A river bank blown by the wind

It's already a matter of the Yuan Dynasty.

Now it's in the grass

Maichazili

Only rugged ridges.

The tip of the needle sparkled with sunlight.

The tranquility of Malan bloom month.

Achnatherum beach

The stars are feeding cattle and sheep.

I am moored in the loud singing in the sky.

The beautiful Guolehe has become a new concept.

The Lu Chao brothers and the Salola sisters.

Love behind Sha Liang

Ejina with only tea mashed.

ordinary

Uncle Mo Rigen said.

The water in his cave

That's Zhuolong River Guo Le.

He said that under the soil of time

This is his memory.

I drank the cold water in the cave.

It seems that the Yuan Dynasty has entered the present tourism.

The feeling under Kyle Polo's leather shoes.

Guo Le River, which is full of dragons and waves.

June 2006 10

Gourd silk platform, reed in my dream

A dreamy sky with white reeds.

Clouds will tell about the Yuan Dynasty.

The story before or after.

A colorful dream

Looking at the river bank of Shangdu Golle in the distance.

Herding sheep and cattle

A white pony is emerging from the reeds.

Hulusi Terrace is a place called Reed.

Lovers are willing to ride a bordeaux horse.

Live in a warm yurt

Eat delicious hand-grabbed meat.

Listening to the beautiful call is a very touching pastoral.

As if you were a subject of Genghis Khan or Kublai Khan.

I walked through one meadow after another.

Only the wind on the gourd silk platform is really soft and thin.

A sheep can awaken a dream.

One day the stars are the dream of this beautiful place.

June 2006 10

Gongbao laga pasture

When I was a child, the rake with eight legs was so heavy.

I can't get out of Gongbaolaga Ranch.

A bundle of grass on my back

How many cattle and sheep have you fed?

Zuogong baoliga

Just visible, I remembered the grassland in that winter.

Gongbao laga pasture

Red Bull

White sheep

Lonely camel.

The sound left on my childhood bike

Only Mongolian men ride horses.

Ma Touqin's Call

Malania is yellow.

Achnatherum splendens is yellow

Only the name Gongbaolaga Ranch is always green.

June 2006 10

Milk tea store menqian

A girl named Nada.

Pass by a tree

And a bike.

Then come into my sight.

At this moment

I am on the third table in a teahouse.

tea

That fat meat is sandwiched with lean meat.

Smell of oil and heat

The girl seems to have seen it.

I

An orange skirt.

The blowing of the wind

Shake her waist

I wonder who pushed her.

She is nearby.

Zhede milk tea store

I know

A girl floating from the grassland

Dancing beside my milk tea bowl

Just for a second.

My milk tea has become solid.

That piece of meat came alive by hand.

leave

It ran to the grass.

Eat those spring grass tips

June 5438+10/October 65438+August, 2006, in Uriastai town.

Jiayu 3 15 guest room

Walk into the elevator

Starting from the first floor

Jiayu

It becomes the height on the ground.

3 15 has also become a space with height.

The shower nozzle emits a red sound.

Politicized soap and conceptual slippers

Hear the communication principle of TV screen.

take off

Leaching in a red storm

A white paper on independent thinking

Wrap me in a dream

The wind in Wuzhumuqin

Come in through the door and approach me

June 5438+10/October 65438+August, 2006, in Uriastai town.

10 June 18 morning

In the blue and white sky

on / in the street

Some riding boots are pedaling.

The edge of the sun

Pants and microphones

Drinking tea.

Clouds on the grassland are like water.

I escaped from an abandoned field.

My name enters the bookstore opposite.

22。 The cover of a book of poetry, 5 yuan.

Fresh and gorgeous

A group of female poets spent it with me.

Four hours of cruelty.

Are the old faces of new women.

Then I smelled the smell outside the auditorium.

Facing those tasteless voices.

My journey just stopped dreaming.

June 5438+10/October 65438+August, 2006, in Uriastai town.