Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
When exorcising ghosts, I jumped to the Great God, and created a new song "Diane" to promote the old. All the songs of the young and the old were released, and all the five-color scarves were released for three generations!
Scene 2 in Inner Mongolia
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
In the afternoon, the windows in the street are bright and the trees are cool. There are yards on both sides of the dust-free road, which is convenient for the aunt to sweep frequently. The center of the small well room is exquisite.
Inner Mongolia Scene 8
Poet: Lao She Lao She Poetry Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
It's been nine days, the wind and sand are black, the earthen houses are shaking in the waves, and the lonely lights are faint as night. It's past Qingming and not yet in the fields!
Scene 1 in Inner Mongolia
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
Streets and alleys are like scissors, and every window is full of flowers. Shuangji Children Questioner: Why don't you come to my house?
Inner Mongolia Scene 7
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
Green hills and black waters are open-minded and do not make desolate songs. Wonderful pen is passed down through the ages, and the Great Wall is connected north and south!
Inner Mongolia No.9 field
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
Plug in the red mountain reflecting the blue pool, and Mao Ting will see the broken wicker; Don't ask the autumn news in the breeze, the geese don't think about returning to the flowers and falling late!
Scene 3 in Inner Mongolia
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
The song echoed in Badong, and the young and old danced in the afternoon. The rooster crowed three or two times, and the village chief sang a good girl.
Inner Mongolia 6 th field
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
The poet's new poem "Autumn in the Han Palace" stopped crying at once. Ambition and pro-youth? Start from the beginning!
Inner Mongolia fifth game
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
The dance handkerchief flies and the brocade fan opens, and ten thousand people compete to watch the duet: the whip of the overlord rings the spring breeze, and the rain comes and goes.
A trip to Dalai Lake in eastern Inner Mongolia
Poet: Lao She Dynasty: Modern School: Nothing
Yuan Qiu's youth is not over, and he is standing in front of the green wave. The lake is three rivers wide, and the fish are fat and the grass is spring. Bai Ou purple, blue waves reflect the sky. Looking back at Manzhouli, the northernmost frontier.