Hoh Xil 1997

When I stop in Xining, my tears will be shed on all the mountains, rivers, lakes, Gobi, deserts, and every snowflake I hold in my hands. Yes, I love the Northwest. Wishing that her tears would keep her alive, she would lie on the ridge and embrace the mountains, resist the erosion of the wind, and then wipe away her dried tears with the lake water. My long-term love will remain in the northwest forever, and I wish it evergreen.