The love of Qaidam (group of poems).
Qinghai丨Cheng Shi.
Mid-autumn festival. You're in the oil city.
I'm outside Oil City.
Miss each other. Caring for each other.
Moonlit night in the desert. I'm patrolling the well.
I want to know. What are you doing?
I often see you in my dreams.
You become more beautiful.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.
I was well prepared.
You are welcome to come soon.
We're celebrating the festive season together.
We love each other. We love each other.
Such as the blue sky loves white clouds.
Like a spring that loves a stream.
Like a mother who loves her children.
As we love oil.
Love is bigger than the sky. Love is deeper than the sea.
There are no flowers here.
There is no grass here.
You are my flower.
You are my grass.
How can I not love you?
Secret. I have a secret.
It's been buried in my heart.
It's heavy. I couldn't straighten my back.
That day, I was stoned.
Stumble. Accidentally, called out the secret.
To prevent leaks.
I carried the stones home.
See this stone.
I'm very happy.
It turned out to be a piece of oil sandstone.
Rivulet. At the water source, I see.
A small stream, light and gentle.
Like we were walking.
With it, I walked for a while.
At a bend in the corner.
I came back.
The creek continues to move forward.
The creek is small though.
But there is no turning back.
Let me ponder.