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.
Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows and you can see cattle and sheep.
What is the reason for the deep color of feathers? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! We depend on each other for blessings and misfortunes to follow you, and there is no unreasonable disaster or misfortune for the guest. The noisy crows in the trees have no last song, and there are more than a few crows in the moonlight. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as foolish as the great sage.
The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
The grass grows in the original land, and it grows brighter and wither every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The grass on the Lili Plain dries up and grows every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.
Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.
When the west wind comes, the muscles and corners 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.
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.
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 and sings in the dark night.
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
There will be less frost in the late year, and the grass and trees will know when spring comes. Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and the green color varied.
The sun is setting among 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.
March is blue and green, the moon 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.
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.
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.
His words really arouse public suspicion, and wearing black is even more slanderous. 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.
There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.
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.
A horse is flying in the boundless blue sky, and a young man is singing a pastoral song. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun.
Chenglu herds horses, water and grass are cold.
It is a pity that the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Farewell to the ancient grassland"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The grass grows in the grassland, and the grass dries up every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Farewell"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.
The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons will never return.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Beishan"
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
When Beishan loses green and rises across the pond, the straight cut returns to the pond.
Counting the fallen flowers in detail due to sitting for a long time, it is slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Spring in the Frontier"
Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty
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, knowing how high the mountain is.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Spring in the Frontier"
Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty
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, knowing how high the mountain is.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Woyi Alley"
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
There are wild flowers and plants beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion"
Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
The sun is setting on the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green. .
Visitors, no matter whether they are young or old, come and go in front of the pavilion and step on fallen flowers.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Early Spring Rain"
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of the grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "The Beginning of Spring Occasionally"
Zhang Shi of the Song Dynasty
There is less frost at the end of the year, and when spring comes, the grass and trees in the world are known.
Then I felt that there was a lot of business in front of me, and the east wind blew the water and green.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Chuzhou West Stream"
Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
The lonely grassy stream grows beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Chile Song"
North and South·Unnamed
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Out of the Fortress"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Outside the city of Juyan, hunting geniuses, the white grass is burning all over the sky.
Driving horses when the dusk clouds clear the moraine, it is easy to hide from eagles on the plains in autumn.
Protecting the Qiang lieutenant in the morning, he took advantage of the obstacles and defeated the general who crossed the Liao Dynasty at night.
The jade target horns bow and beads rein in the horse, the Han family will give snow to the prostitutes
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion"
Song Dynasty ·Ouyang Xiu
The sun is setting among the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green.
Visitors, no matter whether they are young or old, step on fallen flowers in front of the pavilion
Poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia: "Send to Liu Jia"
Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty
The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home.
I hope that the beauties will not join hands, and there will be a few flowers on the east wall.