Chapter 115: New Style Poems The Wind of the Wasteland

It's a desert with no bounds,

It's an endless wasteland,

The distant mountains and near the waters are also bare,

I can't see a little bit of green,

The gray-black asphalt road between the deserts,

is his only outfit,

I can't hear the crisp birdsong,

I can't see the green-green tent,

There was only the camel that roamed one after another.

Looking at the blue sky above me in despair,

The sky is the most beautiful color,

The sky is also the only hope.

No one can imagine,

Imagine what it will look like when it's green,

No one can see,

See the spectacle of herds of cattle and sheep.

She wept and spoke weakly in the sky,

Telling the grief of the heart,

I don't ask you to have mercy on me,

I don't ask you for mercy once,

I just want to get back to my original little green,

It was a small piece of green that I could only see.

Silent sky,

You're still silent,

He only cares about admiring his own blue,

Lift up your head on high,

Laughing proudly.

Baiyun saw the helplessness of the wasteland,

Gently fluttering over,

shed a few tears,

Although it did not make the moor wet,

But it's enough to show his true feelings.

Feifei saw the despair of the wasteland,

The slightest coolness sent,

The camel's eyes were full of smiles,

It was a smile of gratitude.

How many scars has the years shed here?

The layers of rock are the best witness.

How many scars has the years shed here?

The devastation is the best proof of this.

No one looks back and cherishes the scenery here,

Only the winds of the wasteland,

Quietly accompanied by this lonely land.

Everything stopped breathing here,

Left only the stumps and leaves of the wasteland,

If I want to come,

I will definitely stay here,

With the wastelands,

Tell the lonely wasteland with my shadow,

You're not alone,

At least there's me,

I'm willing to look at you quietly,

Wait for the day when you turn green in a thousand years.