Poems about the Qinghai-Tibet region. Poetry about Qinghai-Tibet.
I found six modern poems, hoping to meet the requirements. If it's not enough, you can tell me. Song of Qinghai-Tibet-I really want to wander in Qinghai-Tibet. Perhaps this magical kingdom suddenly broke out because of the underground undercurrent that has been running for thousands of years. Perhaps because of the emptiness and exhaustion of the sea for thousands of years, it has been unable to support and annihilate that blue dream. Just because of a promise, the old earth is tired. Because of a belief, the mountain also opened. The sea has dried up, which is the seed of ignorance. This is a sacred belief, which falls on the wild land and blooms a flower of civilization that has been passed down through the ages. Simple people's hearts have soaked the respected Baihada with the clear Yarlung Zangbo River. This is the closest place to the sun, and it is the place where the plateau ice and snow will remain unchanged for thousands of years. It's easy to see where the sun is closest to heaven and earth. It is easy to see that there are snowfields and deserts in heaven. There are lakes, yaks, eagles and swans. This is a place where the spirits of all things meet, and the world is beautiful. I really want to wander in Qinghai-Tibet and listen to the silence of snow. I really want to hold a handful of snow. I really want to go back to heaven. The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the Eagle Plateau spread their limbs, and the sky was covered with the blue of the past. It's like I'm going to throw away a piece of seawater for irrigation. I looked up into the eyes of the sun. Just like the time of the sun, I polished the wildness on the glacier, and the wild eagle suddenly woke up from the edge of the sky and hung high in the wind that the arrow couldn't catch up with. The vigorous shadow across the sun, with its feathery wings spread out my soul, I can listen to the worship of heaven. When I fall to the ground, I can stare at the rose, which is natural. Because the heart is opening the door to time, the eagle is killing time in the depths of the sun, and the clouds are fading one after another. It is said that what fell from the sky was God's flying. It is said that the eagle can bring eternal dusk with its light. Only sacrifice is dancing and arousing the soul. On the celestial burial platform, the creatures closest to the sun are solemnly arranged in a forest. Drive piety down, lotus flower blooms under the eagle eye, time appears mysterious stagnation, and the soul floats to reincarnation. The stone statues on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau fall in love in the moonlight, happy, like the fingertips of running water, tearing off the red line of the afterlife with the most beautiful gesture. I know butterflies are shorter than kisses. After a heavy rain, only sad flowers touch the old forehead of the earth. I have been sitting on horseback all the year round, and there is a snow-white Hada floating around my neck in the moonlight. Go down the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, kneel down to your hometown and become a stone statue. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway is higher than the height. Whose hand pulled the zipper? From Golmud to Lhasa, the earth trembled slightly. A slow and violent flicker floated in the air. Thin air floats on the plateau. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway goes deep into the hinterland of the plateau with the tenacity of eagles and the fragrance of Gesanghua. The watchful eyes of Tibetan antelope in Hoh Xil. The rumble indicates the future peace and harmony, and records the speed of the earth, music and history. On June 29th, 20001year, the sky was full of longing eyes, such as the god walking calmly on the snow-capped mountains, and the face burned by ultraviolet rays set off the charming and delicate wind of Snow Lotus, blowing away the clouds, banners, songs, the iron will and persistence of the builders, and walking on the plateau, the sky was blue and close. Jump into another ocean. Horses graze quietly, and Hei He flies calmly. Yes, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway flows gently from the ear like a river, leaving a lot, but it seems that there is really nothing left. On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I jumped off Homa's feathered arm and looked at this beautiful girl. Which gable are you hiding in? My heart flies with my body. You must be asleep. Then you must have been to tind's skating rink. Then you must be drunk and enthusiastic to hide. Somebody else's highland barley wine, then you must have sucked somebody else's ghee, then you must be a beautiful girl. Why don't you think about me? You know I'll go home for you. Is the beautiful girl high or not? I have a fiery chest. Your spine is very soft. Come back. Beautiful girl, don't make me put on a long fur coat and play hide-and-seek with you. Does the distant call from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau come from the horizon of this chaotic world? It's like a sword piercing the fence of love, and then the emotions poured out turned into mountains and rivers. Is Li Na, who makes you dream of the long white clouds and blue sky, also contaminated with dust, making you look for space beyond the three realms without hesitation? This is a state of peace. Do you still remember this silent song? Despite my endless yearning for the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, it doesn't seem too far away. Just turn it over. The mountains, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, your long hair, purple face, cold rocks and cold glaciers always tell the sufferings of a nation. Have you seen my long hair, the tears of Ai in Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the brilliant extension of the sun, and the nightmare of crying when singing long songs? The ups and downs have given you an eternal aura, and you are still standing on the cool land in the west to see your Millennium wish. I would like to pick up your blue sky, where there are vicissitudes.
2. What poems describe the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?
The poem describing the "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" goes like this: the simple people's hearts have been re-soaked by the clear water of the Yarlung Zangbo River, and the respected white Hada is the ice and snow woven by the plateau for thousands of years.
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Hada made of snow is floating around his neck, on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the moonlight. There are snowfields, deserts and lakes.
There are yaks, eagles and swans. This is a place where the spirits of all things and the white show of the clock world are gathered.
On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, your long hair and purple face are always scattered all over the place. Q and ng Cá ng Gā o Yuá n on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau: It is the largest plateau in China, with the highest altitude in the world, and is called the "roof of the world".
There are many lakes on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, as well as the beautiful Qinghai Lake. Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is an ancient plateau.
Blue sky and white clouds, beautiful scenery. The roof of Potala Palace, which has a history of more than 1000 years, is always golden under the sunshine, which always makes people want to trace the history of Zongzhi culture. The imprint of the Silk Road in 2000 and the ruins of the Gobi Desert are indistinguishable, which always makes people proud of the prosperity of the Han Dynasty.
This is a beautiful place.
3. What poems describe the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?
1. The sky is gray and wild. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. -Yuefu Poetry Collection "Songs of Chile"
Interpretation: The grasslands under the blue sky are all rolling green waves, and the wind blows below the grass, and flocks of cattle and sheep appear and disappear.
2. the white stone in the west of Beijing is cold and the red leaves are thin. -Wang Wei's In the Mountains
Interpretation: The west of Beijing gurgles through the white stone, the weather gets cold and the red leaves are sparse.
3. A lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs, No.5
Commentary: In the distance, there is a quiet small village lying on the hillside. The scattered eaves and corners are tilted under the shade of green trees, and a wisp of kitchen smoke rises between them.
Only when you get to the plateau, will you look west and know what you want. -Tao Yong, "Looking West on the Road"
Interpretation: Just looking west on the plateau, the horse under the seat knows that people's thoughts are also expected to go.
Nowadays, there are poplars on the plateau. -Cao Ye's "Zhao Cheng Nostalgia"
Interpretation: On today's plateau, poplars stand tall.
6. Hunt the arrogant and live outside the swallow, and the white grass burns wild. -Wang Wei's stuffing
Interpretation: The Hu people outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass is burning all over the sky.
7. In the distant cold mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people deep in the white clouds. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
Interpretation: A winding path winds to the top of the mountain, where there are several white clouds floating.
8. The state of mountain light makes spring glow, and I plan to return for lightness. -Zhang Xu's "Stay on the Mountain"
Interpretation: Under the illusion of spring, the mountain scenery is full of weather. Why are you in such a hurry to go home as soon as you see the clouds?
9. The guest is sad, and the situation is right for Muguashan. -Li Bai's "Looking at Mugua Mountain"
Interpretation: Being in a foreign land is already very sour, not to mention facing Muguashan.
10. The drizzle makes the flowers of neem tree wet, and the south wind tree ripens loquat. -Yang Ji's Tianshan Zhong Ping
The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the blowing of the south wind.
4. Poems describing the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
How many dreams embrace you, how many dreams run on the snowfield, waving a handful of saffron to the sky, and falling in Aobao with the aroma of butter tea.
Yaks splashed with snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the mighty god mastiff stood on the hillside. Ah, the golden sun is shining, and the eagle is free in the sky.
How many dreams embrace you, how many dreams overlook the snow-capped mountains, listen to the chanting, put aside all troubles and recall the voice and smile of King Sakhar. Antelopes and wild donkeys play leisurely, and the crystal clear is the snow river of life.
Ah, the golden sun is shining, and the prayer tube turns the pious years around. How many dreams want to hug you, how many dreams say hello to you loudly, take a look at the pure land and solemnity of the holy land, and build a bridge of national pilgrimage on the frozen soil.
The Himalayas are as clean as ice and pure as jade, praising the highest railway framework in China. Ah! The golden sun is shining, and the rumbling train keeps pace with the times.
5. Poems describing the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
Sitting in a foreign land, I often look through my dreams.
No matter whether you look up or down, you will grow a deep homesickness in your heart.
All I know is that you are angels in white. Your figure is like an auspicious cloud, floating in the sky of Lhasa.
In spring, you once said that you would go hiking on the day you arrived in Tibet.
Standing on the top of a high mountain, I don't know what you see.
You are a girl who loves the sea. Will the vast grassland be regarded as a green ocean by you?
Will running sheep be regarded as a white wave by you?
In your spare time, you hide yourself in a very pure book, like a holy snow lotus, hidden in the snowy plateau.
6. Poems describing the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Song of Qinghai-Tibet-I really want to wander in Qinghai-Tibet. Perhaps this magical kingdom suddenly broke out because of the underground undercurrent that has been running for thousands of years. Perhaps because of the emptiness and exhaustion of the sea for thousands of years, it has been unable to support and annihilate that blue dream. Just because of a promise, the sky is old and the ground is exhausted. Just because of a belief, the mountain is open and the sea is dry, which is a seed of ignorance. It is a sacred belief, which falls on the wild land and blooms the flowers of civilization that have been passed down through the ages. Sliding down from Tianshan Mountain created the magnificent Potala Palace. Simple people's hearts have soaked the respected Baihada with the clear Yarlung Zangbo River. It is the closest place to the sun, and the ice and snow on the plateau will last for thousands of years. It's easy to see where the sun is closest to heaven and earth. It is easy to see that there are snowfields, deserts, lakes, yaks, eagles and swans in heaven. This is a place where the spirits of all things gather and the beauty of heaven and earth is displayed.