Not far from Qinghai Lake to the west is the tea card, the scenic spot is not big, but it exists as a legend. Linhu, the distant mountains are blinding, white salt; lift the head, the sky is clear, the mountains and rain are coming; the wind, the west wind is small, low and shallow singing; the sense, Han and Tang stone tools, the silk road is prosperous. I saw an eagle across the endless sky, how empty the field, the sun shining through the clouds, such beautiful picture. This crooked electric pole, the long tracks, and the tea card wearing a children's coat. In fact, in my dream, I always thought that there was a girl here, wearing a vegetarian skirt and shawl, in the mirror of the sky, flying...