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The Desert of New Poetry —— The Return of Hongyan
Pursuing dreams, the girl who was covered with flowers in the sunny sun at that time was wrapped in jewels and dreams.

Feathers with satin hair have a more beautiful and fixed face.

Tintin Tintin's anklets are lined up.

Bowls of highland barley wine!

Handsome young man,

Light-footed horses, or galloping in the loess!

In the blue sky, seagulls are soaring, and on the green Yuan Ye, there are cattle and sheep everywhere.

Clear Lop Nur, where reeds sway?

The children are carrying skirts barefoot, and the waves of Lop Nur are stepping on the beach! !

Castle, Changsha Road, very long!

Datang ancient style,

Aunt Feet walked by, and Hongyan looked back piteously.

Ancient silk and glass antiques, camel bells in batches,

Strong brother sings softly.

It once, once-it led to the west!

Now all that's left is murals and beautiful statues in caves.

The wind is blowing;

The yellow sand has been spread out, and ridges have wrinkled the lines carved by the knife.

On the jiepai, there are masts, fish paddles, hedge walls and sharp stone bones protruding in the sand.

Dry lop Nur,

Just sleeping in "time" and the wind flowing in the river bed.

Rows of thousand-year-old trees have dried up. Branches,

Fluttering red ribbon.

Lonely moonlight!

Clear eyes;

The prickly head of cactus is swaying, the ancient road can't wear a rotten foot nest, and the castle in my heart! A bonfire is burning the bear.

Bear fire?

Wind, wind, Millennium wind,

Blown in the golden sand basin of Lop Nur, buried in the yellow sand of Lop Nur, mixed with the songs of camel bells and Qiangdi?

There is a huge eagle hovering and screaming in the sky!

Wind, sand, roll up,-sleep in time, the wind flows in the river bed!