How to write this essay on aerobics in my mind

In the blazing sun wet loess carcass, take a look, that the Yellow River ninety-nine bays,

Twisting the dreams of the Northwest Hanzi, a distant country, the riddles of history,

In the articulation of the Xixia Dynasty was buried city. From south to north, from north to south,

The clumps of poplars on that 109 national highway are recording the path taken by migrants.

I said I wanted to go home for a visit, and for five and a half years I was always guarding the soil of someone else's hometown.

I said I wanted to listen to the sound of the swaying coal trucks on that Yellow River Bridge, I said, after crossing the road,

the snow on the Helan Mountains would light up my already numb eyes, and the small pines in the mountains,

would also give me a kind of cozy comfort, I said, that wanderer's dream is always the pain of homesickness.

Oh, the beautiful Ningxia my home, and my father and mother, that telephone in the light trembling,

also can not restrain us from thinking of each other's bitter. I said I will no longer be stubborn will come home. And in the wind,

Floating memories are always forging my back, that more than two thousand days and nights in the promise have become empty.

Oh, the beautiful Ningxia my home, that flow on the water of the young man's dream, that reed flowers fluttering out of the flotsam,

that loess beams crawled over a small white rabbit, they all in this night became the tears in my eyes.

Beautiful Ningxia, my home, the light of the stars and the moon glittering on the back of the nine-headed wolf,

The little frog under the rock, and a golden cloud drifting over the bank of the Yellow River.

All of them will flourish in that crop field with one piece of lush green after another.