So heaven is not far from horses.
I am the wild flower sung in the love poem.
The only poisonous wild flower in the belly of heaven horse
Qinghai Lake extinguished my love.
Not far from wild flowers and green stalks, not far from ancient surnames.
Other waves cured the disease.
I have returned home, and I want to see you now.
Therefore, it is not far from death by wading through mountains and rivers.
Bones hang all over my body.
With blue water branches.
Ah, the twilight waters of Qinghai Lake.
Everything is in sight.
The birds of life in May have already flown away.
The first bird that drinks my jewels has already flown away.
Qinghai Lake remains as a gem.
Dusk on the water.
1986
golden grass
Grass sheep
Illuminated himself in Shui Bo.
Like a white gentle lamp
Sleep in a man’s arms
And the shepherd comes to the golden grass
The head is like a tree root.
Carry the sheep into the barn
Then face the golden wine
Call you a woman
Woman, my bosom friend.
The wind blows here and there.
Name of your star
Or mutton fishy
You sleep on the cliff.
