( 1)
The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn.
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)
See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
Seven Laws, Crow and Saibei Grass
What is the suspicion of feather color? 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.
Saibei grassland poems:
The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.
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.
2. Write a poem about grassland. Beautiful grassland.
The grassland is a fresh Wan Liqing.
Bai Yunfei remains calm.
Blue sky and white clouds are the only thing.
Melo melts with a smile.
The grassland is vast and flocks of sheep.
The vast sea of clouds shines brightly.
From a distance came the sound of pastoral music and the flute driving camels.
Grassland love songs are absolutely beautiful.
Green mountains, green waters and strong mountains and rivers.
The clouds are light and the sky is low.
The beach is fresh and lush.
Vast and boundless spring.
Green is a good river and mountain.
Clear water, tender grass, cattle and sheep.
Jia Xiu is inaccessible.
Despair will make you drunk.
Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is wide.
Sing love songs in front of yurts
Relaxed songs were introduced into the family.
Happy friends came over.
Cui Cao LV qu Jing wan
Cattle and sheep flock together, dyeing mountains and rivers.
White clouds are floating in the blue waves
The herdsmen are happy.
Wandering home in the dusk
Cattle and sheep gathered in a pile.
White clouds do accounts, mountains hang.
Love shows virtue on earth.
Beautiful scenery and Lin Jingxin.
White clouds are fluttering.
Grassland can have this kind of fairyland.
When can I stop thinking about swimming?
The river is clear and full of light waves.
The stream gurgled and sang softly.
Cultivate cattle and sheep into clouds
Harvest * * * Celebrate joy.
Grassland Hongfeng Aoshanchuan
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and mountains and rivers rise.
Horses like to play on the hillside.
Niannian Happy Jubilance
3. Create a poem praising the grassland. The sky is gray and wild, and the wind blows the grassland to see cattle and sheep.
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away. (Li Bai: Early Baidu City)
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. (Li Bai: "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou")
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
There is another topic.
The spring tide is even at sea level,
The bright moon on the sea, the tide rises and falls.
I drifted thousands of miles,
Where there is no moonlight by the river!
The river surrounds Fangdian,
The moon shines like graupel on flowers and forests;
The frost is flowing in the air, and you don't want to fly.
You can't see it on the white sand.
There is nothing in the river,
Lonely moon wheel in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time?
When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life goes on from generation to generation,
Jiang Yue looks the same every year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats,
But see the Yangtze River send water.
The white clouds disappeared,
Qingfengpu has no worries.
Who will go boating tonight?
Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Upstairs is poor, wandering around the moon,
You should take the photo away from the dresser.
The jade curtain won't roll up,
Put it back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other.
May China shine on you month by month.
Hongyan flies too long,
Fish and dragons jumped into the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers.
Poor Chunban didn't come home.
In spring, the river flows away,
The river beach falls to the west of the moon.
Oblique moon hides sea fog,
Jieshi Xiaoxiang Infinite Road.
I wonder how many people will return home by the moon.
The falling moon shook the trees by the river.
4. Self-created poems describing grasslands and urgent songs.
Folk songs in northern dynasties
Chilechuan,
Under the shady mountain,
The sky is like a vault,
Cage covers four areas.
The sky is gray,
Wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Three grassland poems
( 1)
The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn.
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)
See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
Seven Laws, Crow and Saibei Grass
What is the suspicion of feather color? 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.
Saibei grassland poems:
The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.
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.
grass
Author: Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.