Find beautiful articles about praising Yili.

Your wrinkles are deep.

Eyes like Tianshan snow

Heart like snow lotus.

Where are the Ili people?

No one can say for sure.

where the sun rises

Niuma Ili people-

Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall is by no means a hollow reputation.

Beat the horse "Nalati"

Drink up "Gong Naisi"

Idle is definitely not from Yili.

Walk thousands of miles away

Ili people wandering in rivers and lakes

This is simple and true.

Missing is like cutting tears with a knife.

Residential name

Hometown JIU

Strong is homesickness.

In the dream, there is a vague "moonlight on the river"

A pair of affectionate eyes and tears

Moonlight as clear as water.

Jingjing Ili people

Beauty of Ili

A big river flows through my dream.

The waves sparkled. Countless beautiful legends travel through time and space, feeding us and one life after another.

The beautiful Tianshan Mountains. The vast grassland.

There are cattle and sheep everywhere. Four seasons pastoral.

There is also the beautiful awar Coulee, which makes us grateful and fascinated forever.

Oh, is this Yili?

Is this Ili that gave birth to me, raised me and made me dream?

Whenever the news of spring comes faintly, and all the life on the earth has just awakened, a nameless excitement will arise.

The twilight is boundless. The setting sun melted the gold.

Those beautiful birds have returned to the mountains.

An old hunter walked slowly to the depths of the pine forest. His eyes were cold and his expression was a little hesitant. That moment

The last sunset lit up his soul ...

Many lives have come back to life.

Many birds sing.

Mountain flowers overflow my eyes and stretch into the distance. ...

Green grass, connected with one spring dream after another.

There are flocks of cattle and sheep, pastoral songs everywhere, endless thoughts and faint sadness.

Is it the eternal hope of grassland?

A herd of wild horses and bloody horses galloped in. Strength competes with strength, and the hoofbeat hits the hoofbeat.

The mountains are boiling.

The grassland is boiling.

Generate, an ancient myth, shines with charm. ...

Isn't this a girl chase?

At the moment, the young Kazakhs on horseback look gloomy and full of expectation. ...

The tip of the whip is still waving in the sky. Is that the blazing love of the grassland?

Girl! At that moment, time and space have already solidified, and your simple feelings have warmed all those who are eager for happiness.

There is some mystery hidden in the distant forest.

Flocks of wild pigeons are flying freely among the foggy pine branches.

I guess it was the moment when the moonlight shone gently.

They are looking for love and their long-lost dreams.

At this moment, standing on the flowery grassland, my heart is as bright and pure as a mountain flower.

I know the beauty of Yili is shocking.

That mountain, that water, that person;

Pentium horse, vast grassland, intoxicating flowers;

That long history, that rich amorous feelings ...

I was inspired and moved by a beautiful emotion.

I know, on your charming grassland,

I am a silent lamb.

Oh, my Yili!

If one day, I quietly leave from your deep beauty, if I walk alone in a foreign land and stumble.

Strange winds beat my complicated thoughts.

Yili, will you still remember me?

Oh, my Erie. for you

I can only hope silently. ...

Morning in Kekedala

Kekedala is a beautiful place.

A lot of love germinates here and grows quietly here.

That night, a glass of hard liquor ignited my old dream. ...

In the wilderness, the grass is green. Melodious piano sounds came from a distance, and wisps of smoke warmed the heart of the grassland.

I was moved by grassland night. Deep down, countless wonderful notes are dancing. ...

Passion flows in my veins, and flowers are swaying in the wind everywhere.

The water lingered on the grass and spread a little further.

Many waterfowl fly around quietly.

Cattle and sheep pass the time leisurely, or look back on their young past.

Flying in the direction of serenade, I saw that those beautiful love had blossomed and borne fruit. ...

Deep in the grass, there are many birds playing in the puddle. They are carefree and live in harmony. I was moved by their happy expressions. ...

A Mao Mao rain soaked my mind.

Standing in the morning rain in Cocodara, the swaying distant mountains are wise and affectionate.

At that moment, many winds hit me and left in a hurry. ...

I can't say Kekedala is far from me. How many times, I approached its song and let myself fly in its expectation.

In Cocodara, on this green grassland, those faint flowers and those singing birds have talked with me cordially and greeted me. ...

Oh, Kokdala, in your affectionate land.

I know the taste of grass and the true meaning of love.

The sun is about to rise.

Birds are singing everywhere, and the grass is fragrant.

In Kekdala, where dreams and love grow.

Serenade lets us walk towards eternity.

Go to Sailimu Lake in spring.

I have walked into Selim Lake countless times.

Whether it's early spring in full bloom or hot summer.

Whether it is the late autumn with the fragrance of pine cones or the snowy winter. ...

Sometimes, I pass by in a hurry and go far away to find my childhood dreams; Sometimes I also live in the lake, and the waves of Han and Tang dynasties rush through my fingers.

Or let the waves hit my infinite reverie ...

In my memory, Sailimu Lake is picturesque. The unfathomable blue, desolation and dreams make Sailimu Lake even more mysterious. I know

As long as I enter this water area, my heart will fly far away.

Ancient customs and habits. The distant mountains are reflected in the lake, the white clouds are reflected in the lake, the dotted felt houses are reflected in the lake, the blooming mountain flowers are reflected in the lake, and the whole grassland is reflected in the lake. ...

At this moment, Sailimu Lake is like a fairyland on earth, beautiful.

Is it the last tear in the sea?

Tragedy Sad, beautiful and fierce. Elegant.

A love story happened in this way, silently heading for destruction.

There is also some love, lying down during the day, traveling at night and rushing forward.

They are chasing distant dreams. ...

Oh, Sailimu Lake, you have watched for thousands of years, just for the eternal love in your heart?

But at the moment, walking in the passionate waves of Sailimu Lake, many gentle winds came at me, many flowers talked with me intimately, and tears of happiness filled my eyes. ...

Oh, Sailimu Lake in my heart, your forever lover.

Because of your incomparable beauty, I love this land so much.

Your blue lakes, your green pastures, your gorgeous mountain flowers, your majestic snow peaks, your magical legends.

Sailimu Lake, facing your gorgeous beauty, I can only be grateful and silently bless …

The drizzle in spring is still beating on the distant mountains.

Many beautiful stories are flying among the flowers.

At the moment, I saw an old horse looking down in thought.

It has a pair of sharp eyes and a sad look.

Are you recalling your past love?

A gust of wind suddenly struck, and I knew all my dreams should wake up.

All the flowers are in full bloom. ...

Cheguo Mayatu

Yamato is an ancient ferry on the Ili River.

When I first approached it, it was the season when wheat poured into gold.

The dark asphalt road is flat and wide, and many people start from here and fly their dreams here.

I come from the other end of this big river. Poplar trees on the roadside stood on both sides like a welcoming crowd.

And those wormwood, those reeds, those Malan and dandelion kept waving to me all the way. ...

Many tits followed us closely.

They suddenly rushed into the sky and fell into the grass.

As if we were happy, they were happy; We are sad, and they are sad with us.

A flock of wild ducks suddenly jumped into the river.

I saw the most beautiful one, calm, elegant and imposing.

The river flows quietly.

The wild ducks are chasing and happy.

Like a boat, slowly drifting away.

Are you reliving your childhood dreams? Or looking for memories of the past?

In Daiwa, water is our closest friend.

Passionate fairy tales poured in from the depths of the mountains. Pastures and yurts, strong spirit and galloping horses are all in my blood inch by inch.

In Yamato, gentleness and kindness become our last home. ...

Wild horses galloped in, and the crisp hoof rhyme broke the midnight silence.

Many flowers are in full bloom.

Many flowers are silent again.

Year after year, it's like feeding our grain.

The ancient myth has disappeared.

The wild horses shed their last tears. ...

I saw one of them, Matt. Don't worry.

Its eyes are cold, like an arrow shooting into the sky.

What makes it so helpless?

What makes it go through repeated pain?

Still homeless?

At this moment, in Yamato, all life is singing.

All dreams are flying.

Tamboura Meng

Tamboura in my heart forever blooms.

That year, I walked into the charming sea of flowers, as if I were in a beautiful fairyland.

The intoxicating fragrance of flowers came to the nose. Bees are flying and flowers are blooming.

The river flows down the river. On the winding river,

One spray chases another spray,

One dream is chasing another dream.

The smell of grass curling up. Is it absinthe? Is it wild mint or tender butter grass?

A waterfowl goes upstream.

Her slim figure is beautiful.

The storm suddenly struck, and she was not afraid.

I have no time to think about it.

The stormy waves became her only rival.

Are you looking for the most beautiful home?

High and low flowers are still in full bloom on the grassland.

In the sunshine, a group of people who love beauty freeze the world into eternity. ...

But the heart of the flower is unknown.

When winter goes and spring comes, all love is cut.

Like our long-lost life.

The distant mountains are still immersed in the sunset glow. At that moment, every life was full of passion.

The loving hand caressed the whole grassland.

Clouds are rising slowly, and the looming pine forest is just sleeping.

A flock of wild pigeons are flying up and down.

Some birds are going home. ...

Oh, friend! Please slow down your pace. Let time flow quietly.

Don't wake Tamboura's dream.

Through the vast sea of flowers, the mountains are green.

Deep in the pine forest, scattered cattle and sheep are quietly grazing.

The sheepdog is lying there. It is loyal to its duties, and its dark brown eyes are full of vigilance.

Not far away, a handsome Kazakh boy is obedient.

His lonely figure is like a lonely goose.

The wind is flying behind him, and many grasses are crying for him.

What filled him with sadness?

Deep notes rise from the depths of the grassland, one after another, like smoke curling up in the cold night sky.

The lover is gone.

The feast of love has not yet arrived.

Then put away our young wings.

In Tamboura, beautiful seeds have been sown.

The grassland is full of flowers and leaves. The most beautiful is still there.

Who is waiting to pick it?

Kurdish love

That June, I walked into Kurdistan.

Mountain flowers are fragrant, and the smell of butter grass permeates the grassland.

Song Tao came from the distant mountains, sad and ethereal.

In the moonlight, wild pigeons flapping their homing wings.

At this moment, is she full of love or a happy dream?

I don't know, the road ahead is boundless, are flowers or traps waiting for her?

The sunshine in early summer is particularly charming. The grass is lush and the stream gently overflows my toes.

Milking Kazakh young women is busy, and the breeze blows her red scarf. A flame burns in the air. ...

The foal is jumping happily.

It seems that the grassland is all its happiness.

The snowy peaks in the distance are full of mystery.

An eagle circled in the valley. Above the snow line, flower of life is in full bloom.

No one can get close to her, and no one can fly along the height of her eyes in the rainy season. ...

The stream is still singing in the canyon.

Wonderful notes are jumping, like countless burning flames.

The stars flashed their big eyes and disappeared into the vast night sky in an instant.

The mysterious breath passes through the pine forest and slowly echoes in the direction of flowing water. At that moment when all was silent, Kurdistan was extremely beautiful. ...

Walking by the river, my thoughts drift away.

Wild strawberries blush and the grass is green.

Clusters of Malan are so delicate and charming.

Who knows the beautiful story in the blue dream?

Then pray silently.

In the distance, a cold night.

Kurdnin will be remembered by us forever.

A kind person, yurt, countryside.

Flowers everywhere ...

Kosan night

In the Kesang grassland, the style is soft.

How many times, I walked into Kosan, as if I had walked into the deepest warmth.

The setting sun falls on the grass tip, glittering like a sparkling sea.

Whenever dusk falls and the last sunset falls into the valley, Kosan becomes the most beautiful oil painting.

Being in such an artistic conception, I have a long imagination.

At night, I saw the fiercest wolf with cold eyes.

At the moment, several rabbits are chewing grass leisurely.

They fall in love, or recall their childhood smiles. ...

The cold light approached slowly.

The rabbit doesn't know that bad luck has come.

A flash of lightning, beautiful life suddenly disappeared.

The rainstorm poured down.

In that rainy season, the night is charming.

Cosan grassland is very quiet. ...

In Nalati grassland

In that beautiful season, I met Nalati by chance.

A bowl of hot milk tea has brought me closer to the grassland.

There is not much language, and there is no hypocrisy.

A big bowl of wine. A piece of meat.

And there are pastoral songs everywhere, and flowers all over the mountain.

The simplest grassland

Welcome everyone who walks into her. ...

Singing makes us love each other.

In Nalati,

Where the sun first appeared,

Man and nature are close,

Harmony has become the most beautiful scenery on the grassland.

All the grass is full of passion.

Life is so wonderful. Many birds fly high.

Every bird song is a deep blessing to the grassland.

The sun is still shining on the distant mountains. The green hillside makes my eyes beautiful. ...

One horse was quietly eating grass, and the other horse held its head high and hissed.

Are you calling for love or crying for the grassland?

The snowy mountains are still silent. I don't know, towering peaks

Whether there are many mysteries hidden.

Walking in the twilight of Nalati, the feeling of happiness intoxicated me.

The mountain breeze kept blowing, and a little coolness suddenly penetrated my skin.

Many grasses are dancing in the wind, and some grasses dream that they will never wake up. ...

Then bless the grassland.

In Nalati,

All the flowers in the mountain are mine.

The most beautiful ode.