The wind rises yellow smoke and green mist,

Sun-dried curtain scarf,

Birds stay with thousands of lonely geese,

In the middle of the night, there was no barking of dogs,

There is wind and dust for thousands of miles,

White clouds curl like neon,

Gold panning for salt and potassium,

Rich still have magnesium and sodium,

Who said that Qinghai has no color,

Turning into rain and dew to moisten the five continents,

Salt Lake laughs and the whole country rejoices,

Pride shook the world.

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