Author: Uliji
Nature's uncanny workmanship,
Cut off your beautiful skirt.
The cradle of life,
Create countless human miracles.
History is well preserved,
Fang showed this touching charm.
The sun is always so red,
So big,
It is long and round.
Colorful flowers,
Spit out a cool breeze.
Open and broad,
It's the father's mind,
Gentle and subtle,
As mellow as a mother's love.
Where cattle and sheep walk,
There is a galaxy singing softly.
Blue sky and blue sea,
Is the source of all life.
Lashui
Author: Uliji
Between the clouds,
Larks crow.
Under the blue sky,
Flowers and plants are like carpets.
The pasture is sunny,
There is a clear spring on the horizon.
The narrow path extends into the distance,
The wheel is turning slowly.
Qingquan,
Play the piano solo.
She rolled up her sleeves,
Look down at yourself.
There is a blue sky in the water.
Colorful towels are floating in the blue sky.
Bend down and scoop up the sweet spring water,
Sprinkle a string of pearls.
She smiled,
Shandan flower is so red and sweet.
Mongolia Mongolia
?
When I imagine a green imagination
This disaster
It's refreshing
Just think, fate can't escape.
Tengger slept peacefully on the grassland.
?
North is north, north is north.
With the urgency of horseshoe.
Take Wan Li Road.
This green sword stung the eye.
?
The grassland is vast.
Hula, a name crashed into my heart.
Mongolia Mongolia
Hanging bows and totems
Let the thousand-year-old soul come close to me
?
Mongolia Mongolia
Green and nourishing Mongolia
Quiet as iron Mongolia
Genghis Khan's bravery under horseshoe
Kublai Khan's machete reflects the tiger.
Birth legend and immortality
History is on horseback.
History carries heroes.
?
Call Mongolia!
There are beacon lights rolling in.
Sword and warrior
Dancing light and shadow
War is silent.
When everything is buried by time
Mongolia's grandeur and lofty sentiments dispersed like a cloud.
The dignity and luxury of the palace are like spring dreams.
The grassland is quiet and the sky is calm.
?
Mongolia Mongolia
My blood is rooted in my parents and brothers.
My king.
Once, was the commander proud of love?
Mongolia, the confusion of my life
My soul is gone.
?
Enter Mongolia
Walk into Mongolia
Just walk into the milk wine and Ma Touqin.
Pastoral melodious, piano sad.
Herdsman whipped the sun.
Mongolian girls dress up the moon shyly.
?
Say: Sebai Nu
Become a Mongolian.
Strong liquor and strong horses are essential.
Milk tea and hospitality are essential.
?
When the golden and smooth roast whole lamb smells fragrant.
When Hada held his head high.
This moment is solemn and grand.
Not imagination.
?
Become a Mongolian
Sour koumiss was drunk at one gulp.
Discard bamboo chopsticks
Solve problems with shiny Mongolian knives
?
Become a Mongolian
Live a hard life
A simple and pure life
Like the wind on the grassland.
Because the sky in Tengger is always bright.
2. What are the poems about "Mongols"? 1, a stream of grass is green, and the water around the house sounds like home.
Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers. 2. Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . In March, Lan Qing was in the middle of the twelfth lunar month, covered with grass and bathed in Qiu Guang.
In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep. 4. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring. 5, a blue and innocent horse is fragrant, and the young whip sounds pastoral.
The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset. 6. The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain. 7. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.
The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night. 8. The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn.
Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight. 9, the sunset can't see the sunset, and the mountain bags are all yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. 10, the west cave is burning red, and the flying crow is rushing home.
There is a mist in Pingchuan, and the grass field is in a hurry.
3. Are there any poems about Mongolia?
Yinshan chilechuan,
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
This northern folk song, although only 27 words, is very artistic. It eulogized the richness and magnificence of the northern grassland and expressed Chileans' infinite love for the water, soil and nomadic life that raised them.
"Chilechuan, Under the Yinshan Mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone and sings the natural characteristics of the north, which is unobstructed and boundless. These concise six words, bold and broad in style, show the strong character of the Chilean nation. From this, we can also strongly feel irresistible sincere praise.
"The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields." These two sentences come from the background above, saying that the picture is magnificent and the Amano is magnificent. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer drew a picture of the northern country with a pen like a rafter.
"The sky is grey, the wild is vast, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low." The two sentences "Heaven" and "Wilderness" are inherited, and the brushwork of description slightly overlaps, which contains a lyrical artistic conception. The author highlighted the vastness and remoteness of the sky, and the verdant and infinite of Yuan Ye with overlapping words. These two sentences show the broad-minded and heroic character of the Chilean people. The last sentence "seeing cattle and sheep at the slightest sign" is the crowning touch of the full text, which depicts a rich and happy scene.
This ballad is natural from language to artistic conception. It's straightforward and simple, and the meaning is really pure. There are no obscure sentences in the language, and the pride of pepper people is expressed in a simple, vivid and hearty way.
Farewell to Fudegu Grassland
Bai Juyi
As each season comes and goes, the grass on the plain is boundless.
They grew taller in the spring breeze, and wildfire never completely swallowed them.
Arriving at the crumbling city gate, they pressed sweetly on the ancient highway.
I heard them sigh behind you, oh, my friend's prince, you left again.
Translation:
Weeds in the plain are lush and green, which wither all their lives year after year, and wildfires can't burn out. They will sprout again when the spring breeze blows next year. Weeds extend all the way to the ancient road, and green hills connect with empty cities. I have to send my friends on a long trip again, and the grass everywhere is full of feelings of parting.
The following is the original poem of the netizen:
Buzuozi Qinghai Lake Grassland
Semi-green grass, yellow in autumn, covers the sky in the distance.
When the wind sends cattle and sheep, there are several noises, and butterflies are in the bushes.
Qianqiusui grassland outside the Great Wall
Outside the cigarette stopper. Driving a horse, running endlessly. At the zenith, there are mountains and mountains, and a few idle clouds. I feel that the joint scale is times. In the green age, the winding road means that the hoofprint is broken.
Broad-minded. Long and heroic. The fire on the top of the mountain went out. Hu jianqi Meat likes grass and chases water plants. Cold current migration of garment skin. In the past, you could see the change of your face by blinking again.
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Southern and Northern Dynasties. Folk songs. (Chilechuan)
Chilechuan under the Yinshan Mountain; The sky is like a sky, covering four fields, the sky is gray and wild, and the wind blows the grass and lowers the cattle and sheep.
grass
Author: Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Spring mountain tourist map
Everyone said,
The shepherd boy is young.
That's me,
It's better to be alone.
Dream season,
There are many close friends.
Look:
Birds sing,
Fish can swim,
The horse ran away.
Spring is still here,
Beauty is ancient.
Unfortunately,
Old love is over.
Looking forward to the night,
Do you know that?/You know what?
There are:
Cloud,
Breeze,
The grass is green.
4. The poem describing Mongolian grassland is 1, the grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
3, a river of grass, the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
In May and March, the twelfth lunar month in Lan Qing is yellow, and the vast grass is bathed in Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep.
6. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
7, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.
8. The grass is green and willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
9. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.
10, the yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
1 1, the sunset can't be seen, and the trees-lined hills are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
12, red clouds are burning in the west cave, and flying crows rush home in groups. There is a mist in Pingchuan, and the grass field is in a hurry.
13, the authenticity of the language has aroused people's doubts, and the black color is even more embarrassing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity. Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.
14, what is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble. Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.
15, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Yinshan Chilechuan 16. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.
17, there are many weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is oblique at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
18, the endless grass on the plain, with the coming and going of each season, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze.
19, there is little frost at the end of the year, and spring is known to the world. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
20. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
5. The poem describing the scenery of Mongolia is 1. At this time, when the sun is setting, the grassland is covered with a golden silence, and the distant mountains are covered with the colorful clothes of the sunset glow. The clouds as white as milk that day have become as red as fire. The grass waves subsided, and grazing cattle and sheep came from distant grasslands; Only those camels who don't come home at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin. ...
Mongolian heart, drunk; The tourists are enchanted. .
Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? The world is greener and the sun is setting!
2. The sky under the Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan is like a vault and a cage. The fields are wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low.
3. Three prairie poems
( 1)
The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn.
Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.
The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.
(3)
See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
Attached Saibei grassland poems
The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.
Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity.
Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography.
Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.
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6. What are the ancient poems about Mongolia, the Chile Song?
Chilechuan ①, Yinshan ②.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
When the wind blows, I look down on cattle and sheep.
To annotate ...
(1) Chilechuan-refers to the nomadic grassland of Chilechuan people, which is roughly in the area of Tumote Banner in Inner Mongolia today.
(2) Yinshan Mountain-now the yinshan mountains in the middle of Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region, runs east-west.
(3) Qió ng Lu-the dome felt tent where nomadic people live, that is, the yurt.
④ Wild-should be pronounced as yě or ya (the third sound).
⑤ Look-just like "now", read and present xiàn n.
translate
At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, there is a huge plain where Zile people live.
The sky of Chilechuan, which is connected with the earth on all sides, looks like a "yurt" where herders live.
Grassland under the blue sky, rolling green waves, low wind and grass, hiding flocks of cattle and sheep from time to time.
Yue Fei's poem "Hungry to eat pork, laughing and thirsty to drink Hun blood".
7. Ancient poems about Mongolia 1,
I am interested in playing Chunshan and Jixing.
Kublai
At that time, I enjoyed the scenery of Blue Peak very much, and I was not afraid of reaching the top.
Colors reflect clouds and colors mix, and smoke blows fog.
The rain hit the bamboo beside Ganqiong Rock, and the wind hit the piano and pine trees on the ridge.
The net brake jade salutes, and the fairy rides the black dragon.
2、
Man Jiang hong Jin ling nostalgia
Sadulla
Six generations of prosperity, spring goes and spring comes, and there is no news. Looking up to heaven, mountains and rivers win, this is not the past. Before Wang Xietang, Shuang Yanzi and Wuyi Lane had known each other. Listening to the night, lonely, spring tide is urgent.
Think about the past and think about it, and worry about it; I miss my old country and feel empty. But the smoke fades and the grass fades, and the crow sets in the sun. Yushu Qiu Ge is cold, rouge well is cold and weeping. Up to now, only Jiang, Qinhuai finished.
3、
Red autumn ear
Grassland beyond the Great Wall
Outside the edge of the cigarette, the horse runs endlessly. At the zenith, there are mountains and mountains, and a few idle clouds. Felts are connected, green is about to drip, and the road bends and refers to broken hoof marks. Broad-minded and heroic. The bonfire went out and the beard rose. The skin is like grass chasing grass, and the skin is cold.
4、
Saibei grassland poetry
The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.
Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity.
Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography.
Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.
5、
Farewell to the ancient grasslands
Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
8. Ask for two prefaces of the ancient poem "Jianger" about Mongolian folk customs.
In that ancient golden century
In the early days of Buddhism popularization
Orphan Jiangge
Born in the holy land of Baumba
……
Jiang Er just turned three.
Aranza Steed is only four years old.
The little hero went to god.
Break through the three fortresses
Conquered the most ferocious python Gus-Gaolijin.
……
Jianggeer's Baomu Dam
It is a paradise of happiness on earth.
People there are always young.
Always like a 25-year-old youth.
No aging, no death.
……
Mongolia Mongolia
When I imagine a green imagination
This disaster
It's refreshing
Just think, fate can't escape.
Tengger slept peacefully on the grassland.
North is north, north is north.
With the urgency of horseshoe.
Take Wan Li Road.
This green sword stung the eye.
The grassland is vast.
Hula, a name crashed into my heart.
Mongolia Mongolia
Hanging bows and totems
Let the thousand-year-old soul come close to me
Mongolia Mongolia
Green and nourishing Mongolia
Quiet as iron Mongolia
Genghis Khan's bravery under horseshoe
Kublai Khan's machete reflects the tiger.
Birth legend and immortality
History is on horseback.
History carries heroes.
Call Mongolia!
There are beacon lights rolling in.
Sword and warrior
Dancing light and shadow
War is silent.
When everything is buried by time
Mongolia's grandeur and lofty sentiments dispersed like a cloud.
The dignity and luxury of the palace are like spring dreams.
The grassland is quiet and the sky is calm.
Mongolia Mongolia
My blood is rooted in my parents and brothers.
My king.
Once, was the commander proud of love?
Mongolia, the confusion of my life
My soul is gone.
Enter Mongolia
Walk into Mongolia
Just walk into the milk wine and Ma Touqin.
Pastoral melodious, piano sad.
Herdsman whipped the sun.
Mongolian girls dress up the moon shyly.
Say: Sebai Nu
Become a Mongolian.
Strong liquor and strong horses are essential.
Milk tea and hospitality are essential.
When the golden and smooth roast whole lamb smells fragrant.
When Hada held his head high.
This moment is solemn and grand.
Not imagination.
Become a Mongolian
Sour koumiss was drunk at one gulp.
Discard bamboo chopsticks
Solve problems with shiny Mongolian knives
Become a Mongolian
Live a hard life
A simple and pure life
Like the wind on the grassland.
Because the sky in Tengger is always bright.
9. Poetry about Mongolian yurts: Chile
Northern Dynasties
Yinshan chilechuan,
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
This northern folk song, although only 27 words, is very artistic. It eulogized the richness and magnificence of the northern grassland and expressed Chileans' infinite love for the water, soil and nomadic life that raised them.
"Chilechuan, Under the Yinshan Mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone and sings the natural characteristics of the north, which is unobstructed and boundless. These concise six words, bold and broad in style, show the strong character of the Chilean nation. From this, we can also strongly feel irresistible sincere praise.
"The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields." These two sentences come from the background above, saying that the picture is magnificent and the Amano is magnificent. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer drew a picture of the northern country with a pen like a rafter.
"The sky is grey, the wild is vast, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low." The two sentences "Heaven" and "Wilderness" are inherited, and the brushwork of description slightly overlaps, which contains a lyrical artistic conception. The author highlighted the vastness and remoteness of the sky, and the verdant and infinite of Yuan Ye with overlapping words. These two sentences show the broad-minded and heroic character of the Chilean people. The last sentence "seeing cattle and sheep at the slightest sign" is the crowning touch of the full text, which depicts a rich and happy scene.
This ballad is natural from language to artistic conception. It's straightforward and simple, and the meaning is really pure. There are no obscure sentences in the language, and the pride of pepper people is expressed in a simple, vivid and hearty way.
Farewell to Fudegu Grassland
Bai Juyi
As each season comes and goes, the grass on the plain is boundless.
They grew taller in the spring breeze, and wildfire never completely swallowed them.
Arriving at the crumbling city gate, they pressed sweetly on the ancient highway.
I heard them sigh behind you, oh, my friend's prince, you left again.
Translation:
Weeds in the plain are lush and green, which wither all their lives year after year, and wildfires can't burn out. They will sprout again when the spring breeze blows next year. Weeds extend all the way to the ancient road, and green hills connect with empty cities. I have to send my friends on a long trip again, and the grass everywhere is full of feelings of parting.
The following is the original poem of the netizen:
Buzuozi Qinghai Lake Grassland
Semi-green grass, yellow in autumn, covers the sky in the distance.
When the wind sends cattle and sheep, there are several noises, and butterflies are in the bushes.
Qianqiusui grassland outside the Great Wall
Outside the cigarette stopper. Driving a horse, running endlessly. At the zenith, there are mountains and mountains, and a few idle clouds. I feel that the joint scale is times. In the green age, the winding road means that the hoofprint is broken.
Broad-minded. Long and heroic. The fire on the top of the mountain went out. Hu jianqi Meat likes grass and chases water plants. Cold current migration of garment skin. In the past, you could see the change of your face by blinking again.