The poem about Saibei in the second grade of primary school is 1. Poems describing Saibei
Song of Running the Horse Farewell to Feng Tang Cen Can, General of the Western Expedition.
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.
On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken stones like pecking wood.
Down, forward, with the wind. Although the grass is gray and the Tatar horse is plump,
To the west of Jinshan, smoke is everywhere. General of China Army, start your battle! .
Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! ,
And the sharp wind tip cuts the face like a knife. Sweat like snow on horseback,
Freeze a five-flowered coin pattern, you come from the challenge of the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.
It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! ,
We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .
Song of Wheel Tower Farewell to Feng Tang Cen Can, General of the Western Expedition.
"The horn of the wheel platform blows in the night, and the flag of the wheel platform descends in the north of the wheel platform." .
The military book was sent overnight, but Khan had invaded the west of Jinshan.
From the observation deck, we can see dust and black smoke, and the China army is encamped north of the Lunta.
Admiral Lu Bing marched westward, and the whistle began to sound at dawn.
The drums are like thunder, and the three armies shout and play strings in the mountains.
The enemy camp is grim and ferocious, and the bones still hold the roots.
The river is cold and snowy with goose feathers, and the sand mouth is cold and the water chestnut is off.
Wang Qinzheng, the son of Xiang, vowed to serve the country in order to calm the border jam.
Since ancient times, the history of history has always been there, and today's generals are better than the ancients.
2. Poems describing Saibei
1, Hongyan left the Northern Wei Dynasty, Jin and Cao Cao's Journey to the West; 2. Saibei Meihua and Qiangdi played the Yang Liuzhi in Yuxi, Liu Tang; 3. Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle" lives alone in the Wangshi Temple in Boshan of the Southern Song Dynasty in Saibei; 4. The spring day of infinite Tang Lihe in Saibei; 5. Mo Yan's two poems "Broken" in "There is no spring in Saibei to Tang Dynasty"; Please give me 6 pounds. Jathyapple, Liangbiejiang Pavilion in Wang Bo, Wang Han 10 in the northern desert, Du Fu 12 in the late Tang Dynasty in chun yin, and Tang Rongyu 1 12 in the northern desert. Zhang Bie Bibingdao 13, Zhou Bangyan Yin in the Northern Song Dynasty 14, Jiangnan Rusai Fan Chengda's Travel Notes of Bodhisattva Xia in the Northern Song Dynasty suddenly arrived in Xiangdongtie 15, and Sai Bei Hexi Huan 65438+. In a blink of an eye, He Xinlang Mo told Liu about the sad people in Jiangbei.19,20, (I am Jiangnan, Dream Jiangnan, Jiangnan Hao, Mengjiangkou, Wangjiangmei, Ghost Saibei, Xie Qiuniang and Chunyue) How much I hate Jiangnan in Tang memory (I am famous for Jiangnan) 26544. General Ku lived in Saibei Yuan 23. Carpet Truck for Relieving Boredom in Wang Mian Ⅳ 24 Saibei Mian's Floating Clouds on the Weihe River Ⅱ 25 26 Saibei Yuan Sui Jiang's Why Do You Make Poetry? 27 Saibei Yuan Wang Mengsong and Han Ximeng's Practice in Saibei
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3. Poems describing autumn scenery in Saibei
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The voices from all directions, rising from the corner, are thousands of miles away. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Guan Qiang frost is sleepless in the world. Is the general white-haired and tearful?
Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,
Seeing yumenguan from the lonely city.
Huang Sha wears golden armor in many battles.
If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it.
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Ten miles is a horse.
A whip in five miles.
Protect the army.
The Huns surrounded Jiuquan.
It's snowing in Guanshan.
There is no smoke in the garrison.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
4. Poems describing the scenery of Saibei
1, Kangxi: "The north of the Saibei looks at three thousand miles, and the south of the Yangtze River looks at sixteen continents."
2. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Notes; The north wind swept across the earth, breaking hundreds of herbs, and the weather in Alakazam began to snow in August. Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears were in full bloom. Snow fell into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to put on the warm brocade quilt. The general's hands were too cold to open the horn bow, and his armor was still cold. The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds. The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble. In the evening, the snow kept falling in front of Yuanmen, the red flag was frozen stiff and the wind could not move. Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there. The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a string of horseshoe prints on the snow.
3. Plug
Wang Changling
Bright moon in Qin dynasty, bright moon in Han dynasty.
The Long March hasn't come back yet.
But Dragon City will fly in,
Don't teach Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain.
Liangzhou song
Wang Han
Wine luminous glass,
If you want to drink pipa, hurry up.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the beach.
How many wars were fought in ancient times?
Border songs
Lulun
In the faint moonlight, geese fly high,
Run away alone at night.
If you want to travel light,
The snow is full of bows and knives.
join the army
Wang Changling
Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,
Seeing yumenguan from the lonely city.
Huang Sha wears golden armor in many battles.
If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it.
5. Poetry describing the prairie should be learned from primary school 1 to grade 6.
Three Prairie Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly turned green, and the ancient plain released the autumn sound in silence.
Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight. (2) The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.
The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night. (3) Don't look at the setting sun, the mountains and plains are all yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. What's suspicious about the feathers of Lv Qi, Crow and Saibei Grass? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble.
Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.
Attached to the Saibei grassland poem: the truth of the words arouses public doubts, and the color black is more pleasing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity.
Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.
Bai Juyi, a rambling grass, comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
They are sweetly crowded in the ancient avenue, the green and barren city. Ah, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. The northern folk song Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is gray and wild.
A bunch of poems about cattle and sheep grassland [Author: Chen Guanglin article entry: Li] (1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life, the clear and sweet running water is the milk that feeds me, the faint grass fragrance moistens my soul, the holy and solid horseback riding is the smiling face that I climb and grow up, and the smiling face that my grandmother expects is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of my life, grassland, my lovely home, Liao. The vast grassland gave me a broad mind, the beautiful mountains and rivers gave me a strong backbone, the cold snow and ice gave me a strong character, and grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, grassland, wine, tea, and I miss you infinitely. The grassland I fell in love with is a sweet memory of you, and a bitter attachment to you, but I miss you, the sky is blue, the heart is green, and the heart is heart to heart. I miss you, the grassland in my heart. You are a sweet memory, and I miss you with bitter attachment. When I think of you, I will deeply love my mother, accompanied by the blue sky, to the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the grassland full of green waves, the flowers everywhere, the grassland full of me, the grassland full of sunshine and rain, the grassland full of me and the spring breeze everywhere. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland with beautiful songs and grassland with galloping horses. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. You are my eternal memory. Give me a piece of white clouds, float to the Saibei Plateau with affection and nostalgia, give me a spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green, and flow to the Saibei Plateau with songs. Give me a bright moon with the sound of life. Hanging on the plateau of Saibei Plateau. The night is more beautiful. Hometown is brighter. (3) the ranch in my hometown. The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea. I grew up listening to sweet songs, accompanied by horses and lambs. It gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to the deep pasture where I was born and raised in my dreams. The ranch in my hometown. It was the deep and holy blue sky in my heart, and it was my father's love that helped me get on the horse. My mother gave me a lot of hope. The vast pasture has opened my mind. Affectionate pasture gave me great courage. My hometown ranch is the source of wisdom in my cradle of life. I will never forget the sacred pasture where I was born and raised. (4) The plateau breeze sends me cool green fields to accompany me to sing horses. I soar on the mighty plateau by the wind, and the blue sky and broad eagle let me soar, with blue waves billowing and green peaks protruding. Mountain Villa (5) Emin River Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow silently day and night, year after year, month after month, wave wave Emin River, you are the river of love, your milk is the life of grassland, you are the river of love, you tell the truth wherever you flow, you are the most affectionate river in the world, Emin River, you are the sacred river, and you are in danger. You gave me confidence. You are the most sacred river in the shepherd's heart. You are the river of life. You grew up drinking your milk and cultivating it with your faith. You taught me to be a long-term and pure person. It will always flow quietly like Emin River. I love you deeply. You are the river that flows in my heart forever. I respect you very much. It will always be quiet and clear in my heart. How many stories have you told about Emin River in your heart? You are the river of life for the children of grassland. Under the lightning of Matthew on the prairie. A sleepy poet has a vast grassland, and you are like a piano sleeping beside a flax mane. The grassland is vast and goes deep into the interior. I turned off the distant light with tired eyes. Grassland night, I was a guest in Dangxiong's felt bag. Matthew bent down to make tea, just like a river bending through the sleeping silence. On the other hand, on the inland night in Marthinsen, the lake lifted a huge spoon and poured it into the mouth of the world, and my hand crossed the darkness at the end of the vast grassland. Miss Dawa, I want to talk to you all night in your morning light, completely silent.