The green grassland is like a long song
Blue sky, white clouds
The winding river flows far away
Galloping ceaselessly, white wave by wave
The broad pastures stretch out into the sky
The eagle spread its wings and the horse leaped
The grassland is filled with the fragrance of flowers
Turn into the story of love in my dream
The gentle breeze of grassland
Draw the flowing ink in my heart
The green grassland is like a quiet song
The sound of Qin is melodious, cattle and sheep are on the grass slope
Yurt dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun
The smoke curled and frankincense floated by
The piccolo came from my mother's ear
The shepherd boy who came back late blew the sound of joy
The grassland is filled with the fragrance of flowers
Turn into the story of love in my dream
The gentle wind across the grassland
Draw the flowing ink in my heart
The gentle breeze of grassland
Draw the flowing ink in my heart
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