The north place is naturally vast remote, Driving across it opens my eyes; Magic clouds wander around the blue heaven, Green grasses disappear the end of sky.
北地自辽远，穿越得放眼； 奇云徘青空，碧草没天边。
Note: English is not my mother language. As a practice, this poem is translated from my poem in Chinese: 咏科尔沁草原。 I hope the experts who master both English and Chinese to offer me some suggestions.
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