这遍地野花,我们可以当美人。高而远的天空,触摸一次就够了。野花,西域大地上的火焰,我采了一束又一束,送给今夜的星星和月亮。在西域,每一束花朵都是幸福的。春天来临,柴达木的怀抱里一定会有这小小的弥漫着幸福的花朵,在蓝天白云的画布上,留下自己的梦呓。我听见,其中一朵在喊:金子,金子。整个大地顿然睁开了眼睛。我采摘的一朵,来自唐古拉山的记忆,它兑现了一个心愿:留住我们的重逢。 Wild flowers everywhere, we can be beautiful. The sky is high and far enough to touch once. Wildflowers, the flame on the earth in the Western Regions, I took a bunch of another bundle, to tonight’s stars and the moon. In the Western Regions, each bunch of flowers is happy. Spring is coming, Qaidam’s embrace will be filled with this little little flower of happiness, in the blue sky and white clouds of canvas, leaving their dreams. I heard one of them shouting: gold, gold. The earth suddenly opened his eyes. The one I picked, from the memory of the Tangula Mountain, fulfills one wish: to keep our reunion.