Poems about the beautiful scenery of Yili

1. What ancient poems describe the beautiful scenery of Yili? 1. Frontier spring scenery

Gaopian (Tang)

The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.

Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.

2. "Occasionally beginning of spring"

(Song)

There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.

I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.

3. Part III: "Filling Work"

Wang Wei (Tang)

The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky.

When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.

A captain guarding the Qiang nationality used the natural barrier to stimulate contacts and cut off General Lu from crossing Liao at night.

The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.

Step 4 say goodbye

Wang Wei (Tang)

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.

Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

5. "Plug in"

Bao Rong (Tang)

The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool.

Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.

6. Chapter 6: "Wuyi Lane"

Liu Yuxi (Tang)

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

2. A few years ago, the National Fertilizer Fair was held in Urumqi, Xinjiang. I flew with several colleagues for seven hours. Of course, it was not continuous, but I changed planes in Lanzhou and then went to Urumqi for a meeting.

Xinjiang, such a familiar name, of course I have never been there. It is full of mystery and temptation. Even in my dreams, I want to see it, experience the local customs, appreciate the natural scenery there, taste the local mutton skewers and eat Hami melons in Xinjiang. Urumqi, the capital of Xinjiang, is also the place where we meet. Urumqi means "beautiful pasture" in Uighur. What a poetic name. There are 56 ethnic groups in China, and most of Urumqi is inhabited by 47 ethnic groups including Han, Uygur, Hui, Mongolian and Kazak.

At that meeting in Xinjiang, I also experienced the feeling of flying in the air that I had never experienced before. The plane climbed to the top of the clouds and flew to its destination. Everything is like a dream. In my memory, I have been to the beautiful nanshan pasture, the ancient mysterious Kanas Lake, the splendid and charming colorful stone beach, the flaming mountain where the Tang Priest and his disciples passed by to learn the scriptures, the ancient city of Gaochang, the peculiar Karez well, the famous grape valley and the beautiful Tianchi Lake in Tianshan Mountain. We also went to Dunhuang, saw the Buddha statues in the Mogao Grottoes, and experienced the eternal mysteries such as Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Spring. Every landscape has a new and unique feeling. My trip to Xinjiang, though long and exhausting, has yielded a lot. That beautiful place is my farthest dream!

A few years ago, the National Fertilizer Fair was held in Urumqi, Xinjiang. I flew with several colleagues for seven hours. Of course, it was not continuous, but I changed planes in Lanzhou and then went to Urumqi for a meeting.

Urumqi means "beautiful pasture" in Uighur. What a poetic name. There are 56 ethnic groups in China, and most of Urumqi is inhabited by 47 ethnic groups including Han, Uygur, Hui, Mongolian and Kazak.

4. Praise Yili's poem, please use it urgently. This has something to do with my senior high school entrance examination. Tianya Poetry Society [Poetry] Ili people,,, Author: Liu Zi Date of submission: April 29, 200619: 27: 00 Ili people, Ili people, your eyes are as deep as Tianshan snow, and your heart is like Xuelian Ili people. No one can tell where the sun rises. Ili people-Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall is by no means a wave, beating horses in vain, and "Nalati" and "Gongnaisi" are not idle. Ili people wander in rivers and lakes thousands of miles away. Every sentence is plain. I really miss my family name like a knife. The strong wine in my hometown is a pair of feelings in my homesick 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. Sunset melts 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. At that moment, the last sunset lit up his soul ... many lives came back to life.

Many birds sing. Mountain flowers overflow my eyes and extend to the distance ... green grass, connecting 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. This ancient myth, generate, shines with charm ... isn't it pursued by girls? At the moment, the young Kazakhs on horseback look bleak, and their melancholy hearts are full of expectations ... The whip tip is still waving in the sky. Is that the passionate 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.

At the moment when the moonlight shines faintly, I guess they are looking for love and 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 I am a silent lamb on your charming grassland. Oh, my Yili! If one day, I quietly leave from your deep beauty, if I walk alone in a foreign land and the strange wind is beating my complicated thoughts, will you still remember me? Oh, my Erie.

For you, I can only silently wish ... the morning in Kedala 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 ... the grass in the wilderness was green. Melodious piano sounds came from a distance, and wisps of smoke warmed the heart of the grassland.

I was moved by grassland night. In my heart, countless wonderful notes are dancing ... passion is flowing 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 were still many birds playing in the puddle. They are carefree and live in harmony, and that happy expression touched me ... a drizzle soaked my heart.

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 that Codara is still far away from me.

How many times, I approached its song and let myself fly in its expectation. In Cocodara, on this green grassland, those fragrant flowers and those singing birds have talked with me cordially and exchanged greetings with me ... Oh, Kekdara, I know the taste of grass and the true meaning of love in your affectionate land.

The sun is about to rise. Birds are singing everywhere, and the grass is fragrant.

In Cocdala, a place where dreams and love grow, a serenade makes us walk towards eternity. I have walked into Sailimu Lake countless times in spring.

Whether it's the blooming early spring, the scorching heat, the late autumn with the fragrance of pine cones, or the snowy winter ... Sometimes, I rush by and go far away to find my childhood dreams. Sometimes I live by the lake, and the waves of the Han and Tang dynasties rush through my fingers or let the waves impact my infinite reverie ... In my deep memory, Sailimu Lake is picturesque. The unfathomable blue, desolation and dreams make Sailimu Lake even more mysterious.

I know that 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 mountain flowers that are competing to open 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, which is 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 during the day, walking 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 eternal 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, in the face of your gorgeous beauty, I can only silently thank and bless ... the drizzle in spring is still beating on the distant mountains.

Among the flowers, there are many beautiful stories.

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