Mongolian Dance at the 17th Annual Chinese New Year Festival on Feb. 14, 2026 #Mongolian Dance #2026 Chinese New Year Festival

Crossing through that wasteland, I saw the green grass. Cool water winds its way across my heart, flowing far away Don't ask where I come from or where I'm going Fate hangs in the sky, like home I always end up back in that flavorless place in my dreams Wind, gently blow, stirring the sorrow in the song Where Is the Heart and the Heart's Wish The moon shines brightly in the sky. This corner looks the most like our waterside city. Flowers bloom in dreams, as if love and youth were eternal This corner most resembles the light of dawn when one awakens. Dreams stretch long like cloud flowers. I keep returning to that tasteless place in my dreams Wind, gently blow, stirring the sorrow in the song Where Is the Heart and the Heart's Wish The moon shines brightly in the sky. This corner looks the most like our waterside city. Flowers bloom in dreams, as if love and youth never fade This corner most resembles the light of dawn upon waking. Tall as clouds of flowering trees