尽管城上城下争战了一部历史尽管夺了焉支又还了焉支多少个隘口有多少次悲欢啊你永远是个无情的建筑蹲踞在荒莽的山巅冷眼看人间恩怨为什么唱你时总不能成声写你不能成篇而一提起你便有烈火焚起火中有你万里的躯体有你千年的面容有你的云你的树你的风敦勒川阴山下今宵月色应如? Although there was a battle between the city and the city, despite history, how many times have you lost your money? How many times have you lost your joy? You are always a ruthless building. When you sing in the world, you see the grievances in the desert. Can’t write in a word, you can’t write it, you can’t write it, and you can burn it. There’s your body in the fire. Your face in millennia has your clouds. Your trees.