陇右刚捧起这碗酥油茶,大唐的灯火已奔涌抵达。玛尼堆前,我不谈大漠孤烟,会看见寒凉;不谈丝绸之路掠过的驼铃,会听得心颤,只想,歌一曲古老的陇右。看方砖条砖,捧一把砖瓦窑上轮回的霜雪,有风沙流淌过王朝的交替;歌声远了,是牧鞭趟行旷野的响,是阿妹酿制青稞酒的水 Longyou just won the bowl of butter tea, Datang’s lights have been rushing arrived. Mani heap, I will not talk about the smoke of the desert, will see the cold; not to mention the Silk Road swept camel bell, will hear heart tremor, just want to sing an ancient Longyou. Look brick brick, holding a brick and tile kiln on the cycle of frost and snow, wind and sand flowing through the dynasty; song far, is the whip trip wilderness sound, is the milk of the United Arab brewing barley wine