Poems about Mongolian yurts 1. Poems about Mongolian yurts
Chile Song
Northern Dynasty Yuefu
Chile Chuan, under the shady mountain,
The sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is grey and the fields are vast.
The wind blows grass and cattle and sheep are scarce.
Although this folk song of the Northern Dynasties has only 27 words, it has great artistic appeal. It sings about the richness and magnificence of the grassland in the north, and expresses the infinite love of the Chiles for the water and soil that raised them and the nomadic life.
"Chilechuan, under the shady mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone, chanting the natural characteristics of the north, which is unobstructed and vast. These concise six words are bold and broad in style, showing the strong character of the Chile nationality. From it, we can also strongly feel the irresistible sincere praise.
"The sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields." These two sentences come from the above background, which expresses the grandeur of the picture and the grandeur of the Amano. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer sketched a picture of the northern country with a pen like a rafter.
"The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows grass, but you can't see cattle and sheep." The two sentences "Heaven" and "Wild" are connected, and the brushwork of description is slightly overlapping, which implies a lyrical mood. The author uses reduplicated words to highlight the vastness and remoteness of the sky and the greenness and infinity of Yuan Ye. These two sentences show the broad-minded and bold character of the Chile people. The last sentence of "wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep" is the crowning touch of the full text, depicting a rich and happy scene.
This folk song can be described as natural from language to artistic conception. It is straightforward and simple, and its meaning is pure. There are no obscure sentences in the language, which express the lofty sentiments of the Chiles in a simple, lively and hearty way.
Farewell to the Prairie
Bai Juyi
come and go with every season, boundless grasses over the plain.
they are tall once more in the spring wind, wildfire never quite consumes them.
and reach the crumbling city-gate, sweet they press on the old high-road.
I hear them sighing after you, o Prince of Friends, you are gone again.
Translation:
The weeds in the plain are lush and luxuriant. After a lifetime of withering, wildfires can't burn them out. When the spring breeze blows next year, they will sprout again. Weeds extend as far as the ancient road, and green mountains connect the deserted city. I have to send my friends on a long trip again, and the grass everywhere is full of parting feelings.
The following is an original poem by a netizen:
Buji Qinghai Lake Grassland
Half green grass is autumn and yellow, and the sky is paved from afar.
when the wind sends cattle and sheep, butterflies fly in the secluded bush.
chitose grassland beyond the Great Wall
outside the cigarette wall. Drive the horse and run endlessly. At the zenith, the mountains are stacked, and there are a few idle clouds. Felt joint scale times. Green times, curved roads mean that the hoof marks are broken.
be broad-minded. Long and heroic. The peak fire went out. Hu jianqi. Flesh like grass and chase water plants. Cold current migration of garment skin. In the past, blink again to see the face change.
2. Poem describing Mongolian grassland
Grass
Author: Bai Juyi
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.
Spring Mountain Tour
Everyone said,
The shepherd boy is still young.
that's me.
it's best to have it alone.
in the dreamy season,
there are many bosom friends.
Look:
Birds sing,
Fish swim,
Horses run.
Spring is still the same,
Beauty is old.
unfortunately,
the old love is over.
Looking forward to the night,
Do you know?
There are:
patches of clouds,
light wind and
green grass.
3. Poems describing Mongolian yurts
Chile Song
Northern Dynasty Yuefu
Chile River, under the Yinshan Mountain,
The sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is grey and the fields are vast.
The wind blows grass and cattle and sheep are scarce.
Although this folk song of the Northern Dynasties has only 27 words, it has great artistic appeal. It sings about the richness and magnificence of the grassland in the north, and expresses the infinite love of the Zile people for the water and soil that raised them and the nomadic life.
"Chilechuan, under the shady mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone, chanting the natural characteristics of the north, which is unobstructed and vast. These concise six words are bold and broad in style, showing the strong character of the Chile nationality. From it, we can also strongly feel the irresistible sincere praise.
"The sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields." These two sentences come from the above background, which expresses the grandeur of the picture and the grandeur of the Amano. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer sketched a picture of the northern country with a pen like a rafter.
"The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows grass, but you can't see cattle and sheep." The two sentences "Heaven" and "Wild" are connected, and the brushwork of description is slightly overlapping, which implies a lyrical mood. The author uses reduplicated words to highlight the vastness and remoteness of the sky and the greenness and infinity of Yuan Ye. These two sentences show the broad-minded and bold character of the Chile people. The last sentence of "wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep" is the crowning touch of the full text, depicting a rich and happy scene.
This folk song can be described as natural from language to artistic conception. It is straightforward and simple, and its meaning is pure. There are no obscure sentences in the language, which express the lofty sentiments of the Chiles in a simple, lively and hearty way.
Farewell to the Prairie
Bai Juyi
come and go with every season, boundless grasses over the plain.
they are tall once more in the spring wind, wildfire never quite consumes them.
and reach the crumbling city-gate, sweet they press on the old high-road.
I hear them sighing after you, o Prince of Friends, you are gone again.
Translation:
The weeds in the plain are lush and luxuriant. After a year of dry life, wildfires can't burn them out. When the spring breeze blows next year, they will sprout again. Weeds extend as far as the ancient road, and green mountains connect the deserted city. I have to send my friends on a long trip again, and the grass everywhere is full of parting feelings.
The following is an original poem by a netizen:
Buji Qinghai Lake Grassland
Half green grass is autumn and yellow, and the sky is paved from afar.
when the wind sends cattle and sheep, butterflies fly in the secluded bush.
chitose grassland beyond the Great Wall
outside the cigarette wall. Drive the horse and run endlessly. At the zenith, the mountains are stacked, and there are a few idle clouds. Felt joint scale times. Green times, curved roads mean that the hoof marks are broken.
be broad-minded. Long and heroic. The peak fire went out. Hu jianqi. Flesh like grass and chase water plants. Cold current migration of garment skin. In the past, blink again to see the face change.
4. Poems about grassland
Ancient poems-Yuefu (Chilechuan) Chilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.
the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.
modern poetry in grassland/ Wang Weike, you rise and fall into a posture of light green and delicate expression, and your skin welcomes the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger's heaven. This vast and boundless geography allows free blood to blend into your body, clean and unrestrained soul. I feel and yearn for your self-esteem in a city that suppresses emptiness. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can spread in all directions and the hope of life can be swallowed. Eating the bad influence caused by those sandstorms has a vast territory, vigorous horses, clear springs, wild flowers, beautiful swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat, and the original state continues here, where pure hearts thrive. You are God's reward for kindness and sinful human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of confused people. The cruel reality has ruthlessly destroyed you, and your source has been turbid and dirty. Your face has become haggard and yellow. Who buried your beauty foolishly? Now, in my eyes, I have a confused and sad look. I can only watch the old imagination. The numb human beings have lost their conscience. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by the rolling yellow sand. Your experience has made me feel sad about the grassland (Lao She) since childhood. I have seen such words as "The sky is grey, the fields are boundless, the wind blows grass and I see cattle and sheep". This once had a bad influence, which made people afraid to go north.
this time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other days. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear that I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.
under the sun, it's a thousand miles away, not boundless. There are hills on all sides, the ground is green, and the hills are green.
The sheep went up the hill for a while, and then came down. Wherever they walked, it was like embroidering the boundless green carpet with big white flowers. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like boneless paintings, they are only rendered in green, and they are not outlined with a pen. Therefore, the green color is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds.
this kind of state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time and sit down and whisper a wonderful poem. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if remembering the infinite fun of the grassland.
Zisai, Zisai, who said that? This is a world of jade. Even Jiangnan may not have such a scenery! We visited the animal husbandry commune in Chenbaerhuqi.
the bus traveled 15 Li before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are all grasslands.
if you walk another 15 miles, it will still be the grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere.
When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't see anything except some birds flying and falling. After walking for a long time, I saw a winding belt as bright as glass in the distance.
river! When the number of cattle and sheep increased, they also saw the horses, and there was a faint sound of whips. Soon, soon to the commune.
suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant hill. Men, women and children dressed in various colors immediately galloped and danced like a rainbow. This is the host coming dozens of miles away, welcoming distant guests.
when they saw us, the owners immediately turned their horses' heads, cheered and sped, leading the way in front of the car. Quiet grassland, lively: cheers, cars, hooves, ringing into one.
Cars and horses flew over the hill and saw several yurts. Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars.
Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. We invited a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us.
Her name is beautiful-Crystal Flower. She is Chen Qi's person, Ewenki.
the owners got off the horse and we got off. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it.
We don't need Comrade Crystal Flower to translate. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same.
shake hands and then shake hands, laugh and then laugh. You say yours, I say mine, and the general meaning is national unity and mutual assistance! Somehow, I entered the yurt.
The milk tea was poured, the milk tofu was placed, and the host and guest sat cross-legged. Everyone was polite, so affectionate and not at all restrained. Soon, the hospitable host brought in a big plate of mutton and milk wine.
The cadres of the commune toasted us, and the 7-year-old man toasted us. Exactly: blessings are often hard to express, so don't forget each other when you raise your glasses! We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate.
At this time, Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats, were generous and a little shy, and came to sing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sang quickly.
Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile. After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances.
The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set to the west, and no one will leave.
yes! Why don't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? People's lives have changed, so has everything on the grassland. Take the yurt for example. In the past, it was called a felt hut, but today it is different. It is made of wood strips and straw, so that it can be cool in summer and refitted in winter.
Look at the horses, both short and pithy Mongolian horses and tall new species of three hippos. This kind of big horse is really decent. At first glance, it reminds people of such words as "Dragon Horse Spirit", and I want to ride it and gallop in Wan Li.
Cattle have also changed species, some of which weigh as much as 1, kilograms, and their breasts are like small tanks. Cattle, fat grass and fragrant milk are like springs! Not grandiose.
There are both the original big-tailed sheep and a new breed of short-tailed fine-wool sheep in the flock. The former has beautiful meat and the latter has good wool. Yes, the prosperity of people and animals is one of the new weather on the grassland.
published in People's Daily on October 13th, 1961.
5. Poems describing the Mongolian prairie
Poems describing and praising the prairie (turn)
Beautiful grassland
The grassland is fresh and Wan Liqing
Bai Yunfei ferry is still calm
Blue sky and white clouds are the only ones
Meilu laughs and melts
The grassland is vast and sheep flock
The vast sea of clouds shines on people
Pastors. > the green hills and mountains are strong
the clouds are light and the sky is low. Good sight
The beaches are crisp and lush.
The vast expanse of spring is overflowing.
Green is a good river and mountain.
The water is clear and the grass is tender, and the cattle and sheep are happy.
The beautiful scenery is beautiful and lonely.
Desperate people will get drunk.
Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is wide.
Singing love songs in front of yurts
. Jingwan
flocks of cattle and sheep dye mountains and rivers
white clouds float in the blue waves
herdsmen are happy and boundless
the evening is boundless and nomadic
cattle and sheep gather in a pile
white clouds make accounts, mountains and rivers hang
the earth shows virtue by showing love
beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful forests and new forests
white clouds are fluttering and dying
grasslands. Streams sing softly
raise cattle and sheep into clouds
Harvest * * * Celebrate Qi and be happy
Prairie Hongfeng is proud of mountains and rivers
Mountains and rivers are long with clouds
Horses like to play on the mountainside
Happy and festive year after year
6. Sentences describing "Mongolian yurts"
1. Mongolian yurts are generally round, mostly.
2. Suddenly, the door of the yurt was knocked open. A boy of seven or eight years old, wearing a grass-green robe and wearing a red silk belt as wide as an adult, rode a long wicker with a carbine and a bow and arrow hanging on his body and ran in on the rampage ...
There were no civil works in the 3,-tree garden, but several yurts were set up according to Mongolian customs.
4. The Mongolian language is called Geer, and the Manchu language is Mongolian yurt or Mongolian blog.
5. The main body of Genghis Khan's Mausoleum is composed of three Mongolian-style palaces arranged in a row.