Poems describing Xinjiang

Hezhen's trip to Xinjiang (1)

The western region is long and the yellow sand is rolling all over the sky. In those days, adding wood and throwing bones, today, the wailing wind is widely spread in Xinjiang.

Li Bai's poems in Cen Can are still there, while Zhang Qian Sanzang's footsteps are fragrant. Populus euphratica's strong camel bell rang and passed through Tianshan Mountain to recall Zuo Tang.

Hezhen's trip to Xinjiang (2)

The vast expanse of sand and sea is boundless, and occasionally Populus euphratica stands in the sea. General Shiruo is very proud, and he is trying to raise his arms to heaven.

I was shocked that the heat turned cold in the morning and evening, and the watermelon was covered with cotton at night. Crossing the yellow sand is not afraid of hardships, and the heroic spirit of women is better than that of men.