The short verses praising Inner Mongolia are as follows:
1. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
2. When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold. Unfortunately, all the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.
3. The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.
4. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.
5. March is blue and green, the twelfth month is yellow, and the boundless grass is bathed in autumn light. The eagle cries in the pastoral songs, and the wind blows and the lush greenery appears, including cattle and sheep.
6. The sun is setting over the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endlessly green. Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, step on fallen flowers when they come and go in front of the pavilion.
7. A boundless green horse is flying, and young men are whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun.
8. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The loud music and songs go with the wind, and I know how high the mountain is.
9. The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting. The boundless greenery is surrounded by sheep grazing, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night.
10. The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn. Horse hooves trample the setting sun to pieces, lying down singing Aobao to wait for the moonlight.
11. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the hills and trees are all dyed yellow. Don't forget that the old cow has returned and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.
12. Xixiu is burning red with a hundred feet of clouds, and the crows are flying home in a hurry. The plains are gradually becoming misty, and the grassy fields are hurriedly gauzy.
13. If you say something that really arouses public suspicion, wearing black will only attract slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness. Singing with meat in your mouth will make you laugh, throwing stones and drinking water will make you a good legend. It is up to him to express praise and blame, but the branches still speak freely.
14. Why is the plumage so dark? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! Depending on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no undue disasters or misfortunes. The noisy crows in the trees have no last song, and there are more than one song of crows and the moon has fallen. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as great as the foolishness.