The reverie of going to Xilamuren grassland

a surname

It's windy,

To ripple on the grassland;

There is a horse,

Will be sad around Aobao;

There was a man,

Don't leave the place where there are yurts;

A long time ago,

Far away,

I once lit a bonfire,

Leave the flash of youth;

The harness pole stands beside the yurt,

The girl who brought back the milk bucket is called Qiqi Ge.

Thunder and lightning,

We don't want to go to the river;

The sheep panicked,

We are not afraid of jackals;

Birds are as quiet as sunset clouds. ...

Ah,

Just one morning,

Dew has just wet the riding boots,

I just remembered that I should leave this place.

Shepherds know the value of grasslands best,

For the fattening of cattle and sheep,

I can only fly away again.

Stop singing,

Don't disturb your cattle and sheep;

Without hada,

As long as your affectionate eyes;

This quiet meadow,

Next to this mysterious Aobao.

Last night's song,

The smell of wine last night,

I don't know,

My drinking capacity can take me to distant pastures.

I don't know,

Your eyes can make me let go of the tight reins.

Ah,

There is the sun in the east and the moon in the west.

It's time to get what you want.

The hearts of those who release their horses are no longer wandering,

The shepherdess's eyes are no longer melancholy.

Get out of my saddle,

It is the cradle of your dreams;

Put down my harness,

It's like my heart,

Stay in your camp forever.