About writing modern poems about the desert, who knows?

The Desert is also a vast sea.

Lying horizontally on the land flood famine**.

At the call of the wind.

Silvery waves.

Occasionally gentle. Occasional rambling.

Occasional silence. Occasional frenzy.

fickle, like a child's face.

Childlike hearts suddenly rise. An oasis of salvation.

Appears in the distance.

The grass is clear. The water is clean.

But they couldn't get any closer.

The more you look. The more distant it feels.

A horse of luxurious silk.

The ancient camel bell was ringed.

A figure. A group of figures.

Figures coming and going.

Ripe the boundless yellow sand.

Between the yellow sand. Countless warm and bold peoples.

Under the stars. Next to the oasis.

Light a bonfire.

Sing a longing ballad together.

Time remembers. Many years ago.

Where the yellow sand is buried.

It is a beautiful and rich land.

Flowing water, green vines.

The city wall that surrounds Loulan.

Birdsong, horses neighing.

Maneuver over the ancient road.

Now. When I open the pages of history.

When you see the ruins of the ancient city in its splendour.

only to find out. Oasis, steppe, destroyer of life.

It's a man, not a sky.

Moreover. The sea that represents destruction.

With 10,000 silver guns.

The posture of a strong bow and arrow.

Stabbing. Pierce into the depths of life.

Populus euphratica – the pride of the desert.

The bitter cold wind ravages you wantonly, the flying sand and gravel beat you mercilessly, the heat, the scorching sun scorching you like flames, you still stand proudly, in the Gobi, in the desert, your immortal branches pierce the sky like spears, your curved body is like steel casting.

You are dead, standing quietly, you are down, still immortal, you are the pride of the desert!

Strong and unyielding, upright!

Live for a thousand years and not die, die for a thousand years and not fall, and fall for a thousand years to be immortal!

You are the child of my dreams, thirty-two on the day of birth, All the dawns of all centuries are directed in the direction of your birth, I don't know by what means your life came The milk of the desert feeds you, all the wind and rain.

Kangqiao's poem "Absolute Love" II.

You are the child of my dreams.

Thirty-two on the day of birth.

All dawns of all centuries.

All in the direction of your birth.

I don't know your life.

By what means?

The milk of the desert feeds you.

All the wind and rain feed you.

Child: Your name.

It's just a grain of sand.

It has to do with the memory of the whole desert.

Your bones. Support mom's daytime sun.

Supporting Mom's Night.

Before we arrived children.

The birds have already stood still.

In the Gobi, they have a blast in their mouths.

Watch with the Seed.

In the desert, let's fall in love.

If there is love, there will be rivers around you.

There will be a forest next to the river.

There will be hundreds of beasts and chirping in the forest.

All the songs will tell you.

The desert is the eternal companion of love.

1.The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. ——Wang Wei, "Make it to the Stopper".

2.The desert sand is like snow and repentance, and the moon of Yanshan is like a hook. Hail - Li He's "Horse Poems".

3.When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert. - Cao Zhi, "White Horse Chapter".

4.The desert at dusk, the sound of war is in the smoke and dust. ——Wang Wei, "From the Army, Blowing the Horn to Move the Pedestrian".

5.And explore the tiger's den to the desert, and whip away the Yellow River. ——Li Bai, "Farewell to the Eleventh Brothers, Pei Thirteen Tours to the Wall".

6.In the desert wind and sand, the Great Wall is on the edge of rain and snow. The clouds are close to the Jieshi, and the waves are hidden in North Korea. —Gao Shi's "Shogunate Poems of King Xin'an".

7.The desert mountains are snowy, and the grass of the Great Wall is flowering. —Lu Lun, "Sending Judge Liu to Fengzhou".

8.Shaping is connected with white clouds, and Peng is swept into yellow clouds. ——Wang Wei, "Sending Judge Zhang to Hexi".

9.Wading in the desert cold at night, hanging the Great Wall far away. ——Fang Hui, "Thirty Miscellaneous Books of the Autumn Evening, Three Years Old Out of the Miasma Ridge".

10.The white grassland hears the sound of geese, and the horse's hooves are light in the yellow sand moraine. - Tan Shao, "Title: Jurchen Hunting and Riding Map, Hearing the Sound of Geese on the White Prairie".

11.The beacon fire shakes the desert, and the clouds shine on the sweet springs. - Li Bai's "Six Songs of Stopping".

12.The mountains and forests gather to gather and the feast is taking, and the desert group is fierce. ——Yue Fei, "Cuiyan Temple".

13.The desert is poor and the grass is stuffed in autumn, and the sunset in the lonely city is sparse. - Gao Shi's "Yan Ge Xing".

14.The desert is dark and dark, and the red flag is half rolled out of the gate. ——Wang Changling, "From the Army".

15.There are no cities in the wild clouds, and the rain and snow are even in the desert. ——Li Ji, "Ancient Congjun March".