What are the poems and self-composed poems that praise the natural scenery and comprehensive construction of Inner Mongolia?

The beauty of the grassland

One, in the lake

The clear water has no sonar trickle, and the willow branches hang down from the wave tower.

The grass and flowers opened their eyes and bloomed, and the reeds were too high to cover their heads.

Second, in the wild

After all, there is an April wind in Tianchou, and the spring flowers are still red in summer.

It’s a pity that all the pistils are exhausted, only the new carpet and hot grass can be seen.

Third, among the flowers

The white and purple roses have become dust, and the fragrance of the roses has faded and new ones have emerged.

Bees come and go like crazy, only to realize that there are flowers everywhere.

Fourth, in the middle of the slope

In early summer, new branches appear, and there are many hairy grasses embedded with colorful yarn.

The new grass blooms undefeated, and the rhododendrons bloom again in surprise.

Fifth, in the forest

The forest of miscellaneous trees is like a city, which is cool and refreshing when the heat comes in and goes out.

God is willing to pity the quiet grass, but it will still grow without sunshine.

Sixth, in the mountains

A mountain bends down and then goes up high, and the remaining trees fall to the ground in shock.

Colorful birds chirped left and right, fearing that snakes would suddenly come down.

The seventh one, Tianzhong

The plum blossoms bloom at night and in the day, and the clusters are full of fragrance.

The broken rice chestnut flowers are in full bloom, and the grass is growing wildly in the smoky weather.

Eighth, in the clouds

At night, the branches are slightly covered by clouds, and the breeze is suspicious of cold clouds.

The fragrance of neem flowers is suspicious of the osmanthus, and the crooked arborvitae reveals the moonlight.

Nineth, in the village

Finally, I heard the silence and suspicious dust, and a few stars shone in front of my eyes.

The buildings in Maodian have no ancient flavor, and the high and low mountains and roads have no sleep.

Tenth, at home

The painting room was replaced with an iron bed. Although it is simple, it has only electric lights.

There are many auras in tourist places, but the beauty of Zen is not only hurtful.