1. Poems praising the grassland
Poems describing the grassland
1. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
2. When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles 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.
3. 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.
4. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.
5. March is blue and green, the twelfth month 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.
6. 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.
7. A boundless green horse flies, and a young man sings a pastoral song with his whip. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun.
8. 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.
9. 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 singing to drunken the night.
10. 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 sunset to pieces, lying down singing Aobao to wait for the moon to shine.
11. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the shadows of mountains 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.
12. Xixiu is burning red with hundreds of 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. 2. Verses praising the prairie
Chile Song
Northern Dynasties Folk Song
Chile River,
Under the Yin Mountain,
The sky is like a dome,
covering the four fields.
The sky is clear,
the fields are vast,
the grass is blown by the wind and cattle and sheep are visible.
Three Prairie Poems
(1)
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 sunset to pieces, lying down and singing Aobao waiting for the moon to shine.
(2)
The blue sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting.
Sheep are grazing in the boundless greenery, and a horse is flying and singing in the dark night.
(3)
The setting sun cannot be seen, and the hills and trees are all dyed yellow.
There is no way that the old cow has returned to be full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.
Qilv·Crow·Hesaibeicao
Why is the plumage so dark? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations!
As long as we depend on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no misfortunes or misfortunes.
The crows noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, and the crows crow and the moon falls.
It is difficult to determine whether one is simple and elegant, but a great wise man is as wise as a fool.
Saibei Grassland Poems:
The truthful words arouse public suspicion, and the black color attracts even more slander.
Foreseeing blessings and misfortunes and diligently repaying them, they are turned upside down by wisdom and foolishness.
Holding meat in your mouth and singing will make you a laughing stock; 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.
Grass
Author: Bai Juyi
The grass grows in the original land, withering and growing 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 they were full of love. 3. Verses praising the grassland
Song of the Chilean Prairie The Chilean Song of the Northern Dynasty Yuefu, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.
The sky is green, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. Translation: The wilderness where the Chile people live is at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky here covers the vast land like a felt tent.
The sky is boundless and the grassland is endless. Whenever the strong wind blows and the grass becomes low, the grazing cattle and sheep will appear. The yellow carpet of the quatrain grassland quietly changes to the green flat, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn.
The setting sun is broken by the horse's hooves, and I lie down and sing Aobao until the moon comes out. The blue sky is getting higher and higher in the grassland, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting.
Sheep are grazing in the boundless greenery, and a horse is flying and singing in the dark night. The setting sun on the grassland cannot be seen, and the shades of trees and hills are all dyed yellow.
There is no way that the old cow has returned to be full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove. "Early Spring Rain" Tang Hanyu The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, 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. "West Stream of Chuzhou" Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu Pity the quiet grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. "Beishan" by Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty. Beishan loses green and rises across the pond, and when the straight cut returns to the pond, it is full of water.
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. "Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion" by 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 the fallen flowers. "Send to Liu Jia" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty The grass in the river is green and curling up, and the sound of water flowing around the house is like being at home.
I hope that the beauties will not join hands, and there will be a few flowers on the east wall. "A Trip to the Fortress" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty. When the west wind comes, the sinews and horns are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold.
It is a pity that the nine meanders of the Yellow River have ended, and the yurt hall has been imprisoned without a shadow. "Spring in the Border" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is filled with wine to fill the golden bell.
The loud music and songs go with the wind, knowing how high the mountain is. "Farewell" by 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. Rhythm crow? And Saibei grass. Why is it so objectionable because of its deep plumage? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! Depending on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no undue disasters or misfortunes.
The crows noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, and the crows crow and the moon sets for more than a few chapters. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as great as the foolishness.
Attached is a poem from the North Grassland: True words arouse public disapproval, and wearing black even attracts slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness.
Holding meat in your mouth and singing will make you a laughing stock; 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.
"Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When the grass grows apart from the original source, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love. 4. Poems praising the grassland (modern version, ten poems)
1. Blue of the grassland (1) The eagle flew low from Tengger’s arms, and the grassland was covered with a pair of wolf eyes, The smell of the air blows, the horse's bones turn green again, pastoral songs, dressed in ancient clothes, the body of green grass covers the palms, those herds with the flat earth, longing for the shadow and light from the tilt of the sky, filled with six The wine glass of the moon is filled with the rain from the stars, the wine glass of June, our grassland, the fresh daylight still remaining in the yurt, and the blue fish depicted in a few clay pots.
2. The Blue of the Grassland (2) You follow the sheep and chase the grassland. The wind embraces you and feels distant. On this day, only the sky has a face. We have collected the rain, and the horse’s back is because of the sky. Becoming a house, my grassland allowed the wind to roar and stop. My lips pressed tightly against the vegetation, but there were tears in your cry. The only sky in the grassland turned sideways. You and I have never met again. The white sheep returned to the bottom of the clouds. In the chest of our lake, the horse-headed harp replaced the houses. From now on, my grassland belongs to nomads. The growth of every inch of grass is actually It's all blue, the water and the sky.
3. Nomad in the sky, you are climbing, the ladder to heaven, a kind of arm, you don’t know, the horses flocked by the stars, are supported on the highest grassland, the highest grassland, with the sky. Name, drank the dew of thirty-three thousand days and nights, just like you, drank all your teeth, exchanged for the horse's blood, the expensive horse's blood was born with, the flocks of birds coming from far away, and, Hunger and thirst dropped from the sky. When horse blood flows in your body, you will want to look forward to higher places, nomadic, nomadic life is related to death, all teeth can grow into pasture, nomadic life is related to the sky, all horses You can grow bleeding wings, and the nomadic life is related to you. All of you can be nomadic in your own hands.
4. When horses are riding in the grassland, it is best to hold the reins tightly in groups. This is the most beautiful season in the grassland. The sun is just right, the sky is blue, and the mountains and fields are covered with charming wild flowers. A hearty feast is brewing. When riding a horse on the grassland, you should prick up your ears and look around. You will see the river water submerging the horse's hooves, butterflies staining your clothes, and birds gathering on the trees opposite. They seem to be saying, "The people on the grassland" Immortal first love. 5. The grasslands of the South are not as rough and vast as the grasslands of the North. What grows on the grasslands of the South is delicate and tender. The setting sun, which has not yet returned, flows on the shallow grass. The galloping horses are unloaded and golden. The light of the armor, far away from the battlefield, leads the foal and a group of goats to wander happily beside the fence of the pasture, telling the story of the longevity and eternity of the grassland.
6. The sky of the grassland in August is like a piece of washed cloth, a pastoral melodious grassland, calm days, quiet, tranquil, far-reaching, the wind suddenly picks up, pulling a few white clothes The sheepskin coats, followed by the snorting and commotion of horses, shattered the clearness and blue of the grassland in August. The two armies faced each other, and the war was about to break out. There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air, the whip of lightning flashed above the head, and it scurried into the grass like a snake. The deafening thunder rolled through the Populus euphratica forest. In August, the endless grassland was tired. Moaning softly.
7. I want to go to the prairie. I want to go to the prairie. There are blue skies and white clouds. There are vast grasslands and free cattle and sheep in the prairie. , I walk, sit, and lie down, and I can't get enough of the sky, the white clouds, and the green grass. Occasionally, the wind, mixed with the fragrance of the grass, blows my hair, flying happily, alone. Sing softly, your own song. When I raise my head and look at the sky, I will think of your smiling face, so I will smile happily. In that grassland, pure and without impurities, my heart becomes beautiful, and I have my own, simple quick.
8. The grassland in early spring. The grassland in early spring is slightly yellow under the thin layer of snow. The young grass sucks the coolness of the snow water and sticks out its head tenaciously, looking around curiously at the vast landscape. Bashang grassland, the quiet high sky, slightly sad, like the face of a weather-beaten Mongolian old man.
9. A breeze suddenly blew through the grassland, and there was a freshness unique to spring in the air. It was like a young Mongolian girl exuding the fragrance of her body. She was dressed in a costume and swept across the ice field and across the desert, running and singing. The touching love song spreads infinite vitality to the vast grassland.
10. Feeling like a grassland person. When I reach middle age, I look up at the blue sky of my hometown, take a deep breath, breathe in the smell of the grassland, and let the tears of happiness flow freely. 5. Ancient poems praising the prairie
1. "Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty.
Visitors, no matter whether they are young or old, come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers. Translation: The trees are full of red flowers, the green mountains are faintly visible, and the sun has turned to the west.
In the vast countryside, the grass is green and the edges are invisible. People on spring outings are very interested, no matter how spring is about to end.
In front of Fengle Pavilion, people were coming and going, and fallen flowers were everywhere. 2. "Beishan" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty.
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. Translation: Beishan reflects the rich green in the ponds, and the spring water rises quietly; the straight ditches and the twists and turns of the ponds are all filled with sparkling waves.
I sat in the countryside for a long time, in a leisurely mood, carefully counting the falling petals; when I went back, I slowly looked for grass, and it was already very late when I got home. 3. "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland in Fu De" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.
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 they were full of love. Translation: The grass on the long plain is so lush. Every autumn and winter, the grass turns yellow and becomes thicker in spring.
The ruthless wildfires can only burn away the dry leaves, but the spring breeze blows the earth green again. Wild grasses and wild flowers are spreading and submerging the ancient road. Under the bright sun, the end of the grassland is your journey.
Once again I bid farewell to a close friend, and the lush green grass represents my deep affection. 4. "Out of the Fortress" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty hunted the genius outside Juyan City, and the wild grass was 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 lieutenants, the generals crossed the Liao Dynasty at night.
With a jade target, a horn, a bow and a bead to rein in the horse, the Han family will give him snow to prostitute Yao. Translation: Outside Juyan City, barbarians are hunting, and white grass is burning all over the sky.
Horses gallop in the vast desert under dusk clouds, and the vast plains in autumn are perfect for shooting eagles. Protecting Qiang Xiaowei held his position and boarded the barrier, while General Polu bravely attacked and crossed the Liao River at night.
The sword inlaid with jade, the bow decorated with horns, and the war horse wearing a beaded headband, the court will give to the victorious general: as brave as Huo Yao of the Han Dynasty. 5. "Chile Song" A famous song from the Northern Dynasties·Anonymous Chile Chuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is blue and the wilderness is vast.
Cattle and sheep can be seen in the windblown grass. Translation: At the foot of Yin Mountain, there is the great plain where the Chile people live.
The sky over the Chile River is connected to the earth on all sides, and it looks like a felt tent where herders live. The grasslands under the blue sky are rolling with green waves. When the wind blows to the lower parts of the grass, groups of cattle and sheep appear and disappear. 6. What are the verses praising the prairie?
Chile Song Northern Dynasty Folk Songs Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.
The sky is green, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. Three Prairie Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green lawn, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn.
Horse hooves trample the sunset to pieces, lying down and singing Aobao waiting for the moon to shine. (2) The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting.
Sheep are grazing in the boundless greenery, and a horse is flying and singing in the dark night. (3) The setting sun cannot be seen, and the hills and trees are all dyed yellow.
Don’t forget that the old cow has returned to be full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove. Qilv·Crow·He Saibeicao Why is it so objectionable because of its dark plumage? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! Depending on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no undue disasters or misfortunes.
The crows noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, and the crows crow and the moon sets for more than a few chapters. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as great as the foolishness.
Saibei Grassland Poetry: True words arouse public suspicion, and wearing black even attracts slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness.
Holding meat in your mouth and singing songs will make you a laughing stock; 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.
Grass Author: Bai Juyi The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love. 7. What are the poems praising the grassland?
"Chile Song" The Chilean Song of the Northern Dynasties, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.
The sky is green, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. "Early Spring Rain" Tang Hanyu The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, 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. "West Stream of Chuzhou" Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu Pity the quiet grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. "Beishan" by Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty. Beishan loses green and rises across the pond, and when the straight cut returns to the pond, it is full of water.
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.
"Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion" by 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 the fallen flowers. "Send to Liu Jia" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty The grass in the river is green and curling up, and the sound of water flowing around the house is like being at home.
I hope that the beauties will not join hands, and there will be a few flowers on the east wall. "A Trip to the Fortress" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty. When the west wind comes, the sinews and horns are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold.
It is a pity that the nine meanders of the Yellow River have ended, and the yurt hall has been imprisoned without a shadow. "Spring in the Border" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is filled with wine to fill the golden bell.
The loud music and songs go with the wind, knowing how high the mountain is. "Farewell" by 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. Rhythm crow? And Saibei grass. Why is it so objectionable because of its deep plumage? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! Depending on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no undue disasters or misfortunes.
The crows noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, and the crows crow and the moon sets for more than a few chapters. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as great as the foolishness.
Attached is a poem from the North Grassland: True words arouse public disapproval, and wearing black even attracts slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness.
Holding meat in your mouth and singing will make you a laughing stock; 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.
"Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When the grass grows apart from the original source, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.