Write a poem on the Mongolian grassland

1. Write a poem about grassland

Write a poem about grassland 1. Praise the grassland.

Poems describing grasslands

1, the grass 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, Lan Qing, the twelfth lunar month is yellow, and boundless grass bathes 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.

2. Poems describing grasslands

Poems describing grasslands:

( 1)

Ancient Poetry-Yuefu (Chilechuan)

Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

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.

(2)

Farewell to Ancient Grass Tang 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.

(3)

Three grassland 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.

(4)

Seven Laws, Crow and Saibei Grass

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.

3. Ancient poems describing grasslands

1, the endless grass on the plain, with each season coming and going, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze.

2. Ancient Poetry-Yuefu (Chilean Song)

Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. 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.

3. A river is green, and the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.

4. The yellow carpet quietly turns green, and the ancient plains release the autumn sound without words. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

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.

6. There is no trace of the sunset, and the hills with trees are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

7. Lv Qi Crow and Saibei Grassland

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.

8. 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.

4. Poetry describing Inner Mongolia grassland

1. The cattle and sheep are scattered. In the sunset, weeds make sweet cheese.

From the original poem "Going to Beijing is a Thing" written by Sadula, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, cattle and sheep are scattered in the sunset, weeds are fragrant, and cheese is sweet. Suddenly there was a big storm, and the dust was like snow. Everyone put down their tents' blankets.

Cattle and sheep are walking in the sunset, and the air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and the sweetness of cheese. Suddenly, the wind blew hard and dust came like snow. Everyone put down the tent felt.

2. The sky is gray and wild. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.

The original poem "Ode to Chile" from Yuefu poetry collection "Ode to Chile" in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, by the Chile River and under the Yinshan Mountain. 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.

The vast plain of Chile is under the shady mountains thousands of miles away, and the sky is like a dome tent, covering Yuan Ye all around. The sky is gray and wild.

See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. 3. Bow is both one sentence and four sentences.

The original text of the pre-Qin dynasty, "Walking the Reed", was anonymous, and advised him to walk the reed, and cattle and sheep should not practice. Square bud cube, secondary leaf mud.

Brothers and sisters, don't go far. Or a feast, or several.

Hold a banquet and give out some awards. Give or chop, wash and drink.

Recommend it to me, or burn it or bake it. Jia Yao's spleen cavity, or singing or hissing.

Gong Jian, four strokes, neat arrows, and wise order. Bow is a word with four shackles.

Four is like a tree, and it is not humiliating. Great-grandson is the main one, and wine is heavy, so you can fight to pray for yellow rice wine.

The back of the platform is yellow to guide the wings. Handcuffs, introduce Jingfu.

Don't let cattle and sheep trample on the reeds. Reed has begun to take shape, and Ye Er is wet and glorious.

Brother and sister are closest, don't alienate, be friendly. Put a bamboo mat on the table for dinner and put it on the coffee table.

Spread the seats, open the seats, and serve them in turn. The host and guests enthusiastically rewarded * * * with drinking, washing cups and raising glasses.

Send the meat sauce for someone to taste. The barbecue tastes good. Cows' stomachs and tongues also cook food, and singing and drumming make people laugh.

The carved bow is full of power, and the four sharp arrows meet the standard; When an arrow hits the bull's-eye, it scores in shooting skills. Carved bows are tight, sharp arrows are held in four hands.

Four arrows stand upright on the target, and the seating arrangement is not slow or light. The host of the banquet is Xuansun, who provides delicious wine.

Fill the cup and offer it, and pray for a happy old man. The posture of the dragon bell is staggering. Help him to help his waiter.

Longevity and good luck are people's blessings. Please ask God to give you great blessings. 4, there are water plants, cattle and sheep are full of wild bees.

Excerpt from the original version of Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia by Cai Wenji in the Han Dynasty. The wind is sad at dusk. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants.

When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful. At dusk, the north wind whistled all over the country, and I didn't know who to talk to! The scene in vilen is a depression, and fortifications have been set up everywhere in Wan Li. Xiongnu customs like young people advocating strength, old and weak.

Where there are abundant aquatic plants, they will be stationed and settled, and cattle and sheep will be everywhere, gathering together like ant nests and beehives. When you have finished drinking all the water and eating all the fat grass, you will regret singing here all the time.

5. Changhuai looks broken and flat. Zhang Xiaoxiang, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote the original poem "Liu Tou Chang Duan", looking at the long Huaihe River in the distance, and the waves were rough.

The dust is dark, the frost is thick and the sound is quiet. The dark needle solidifies.

Looking back, it took almost a few days, not manpower, and singing was awkward. Waterproof felt country, under the setting sun, cattle and sheep flock together, and the area is vertical and horizontal.

Watch the famous hunting of Wang Xiao and ride a fire to make it clear. The drums wailed.

Shocking. Read the arrow at the waist, the sword in the box, the empty cockroach.

Time is easy to lose, but when you are strong inside, your age will be zero. The mysterious Beijing God.

Dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet and quiet, died. If the crown is covered, it will be rushed. If it is love.

It is said that the old friends in the Central Plains always look south and are beautiful in jade. Make pedestrians here, loyal and angry.

There are tears. The bank of Huaihe River, which stands tall and upright, is endless, covered with weeds, and it is a flat and wide wasteland.

The dust of the Northern Expedition was dark, the cold autumn wind was cold, and there was silence on the frontier. I stared at it and felt gloomy.

Thinking of the fall of the Central Plains in those years, I am afraid it is fate, which cannot be reversed by manpower. At the edge of Zhushui and Surabaya, where Confucius' disciples studied, and in the land of ritual and music where string songs are handed over to Qin, it has also become a land of pure fish. Across the river is the enemy's felt tent. At dusk, cattle and sheep return to the circle, and enemy outposts are arranged vertically and horizontally.

Seeing that the nomads from the army will go hunting at night, the cavalry lit up the whole Pingchuan with torches, and the drums of the Hu family sounded tragic and chilling. I think the bow and arrow on my waist and the sword in the box have been eaten by insects, eroded by dust and polluted, so I can't make great achievements.

Opportunities are easy to lose, the strong are in high spirits and will be disabled at dusk. The hope of regaining Bianjing is even more slim.

The imperial court is conducting rites and music to soften Jingyuan, the border is quiet, and the enemy and I will not fight for the time being. It's a shame that the envoys in the crown are running around.

Legend has it that the elders left behind in the Central Plains often look forward to the ceremonial ceremonies of the court and the emperor, and the colorful flags of the Cuigai motorcade cover the sky, which makes pedestrians come here, full of loyalty, anger and tears pouring down their chests.

5. Poetry describing the prairie should be learned from primary school 1 to grade 6.

Three Prairie Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly turned green, and the ancient plain released the autumn sound in silence.

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) Don't look at the setting sun, the mountains and plains are all yellow.

Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. What's suspicious about the feathers of Lv Qi, Crow and Saibei Grass? 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.

Attached to the Saibei grassland poem: the truth of the words arouses public doubts, and the color black is more pleasing. 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.

Bai Juyi, a rambling grass, comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

They are sweetly crowded in the ancient avenue, the green and barren city. Ah, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. The northern folk song Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is gray and wild.

A bunch of poems about cattle and sheep grassland [Author: Chen Guanglin article entry: Li] (1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life, the clear and sweet running water is the milk that feeds me, the faint grass fragrance moistens my soul, the holy and solid horseback riding is the smiling face that I climb and grow up, and the smiling face that my grandmother expects is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of my life, grassland, my lovely home, Liao. The vast grassland gave me a broad mind, the beautiful mountains and rivers gave me a strong backbone, the cold snow and ice gave me a strong character, and grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, grassland, wine, tea, I miss you infinitely. The grassland I fell in love with is a sweet memory of you, and a bitter attachment to you, but I miss you, the sky is blue, the heart is green, and the heart is heart to heart. I miss you, the grassland in my heart. You are a sweet memory, and I miss you with bitter attachment. When I think of you, I will deeply love my mother, accompanied by the blue sky, to the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the grassland full of green waves, the flowers everywhere, the grassland full of me, the grassland full of sunshine and rain, the grassland full of me and the spring breeze everywhere. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland with beautiful songs and grassland with galloping horses. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. You are my eternal memory. Give me a piece of white clouds, float to the Saibei Plateau with affection and nostalgia, give me a spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green, and flow to the Saibei Plateau with songs. Give me a bright moon with the sound of life. Hanging on the plateau of Saibei Plateau. The night is more beautiful. Hometown is brighter. (3) the ranch in my hometown. The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea. I grew up listening to sweet songs, accompanied by horses and lambs. It gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to the deep pasture where I was born and raised in my dreams. The ranch in my hometown. It was the deep and holy blue sky in my heart, and it was my father's love that helped me get on the horse. My mother gave me a lot of hope. The vast pasture has opened my mind. Affectionate pasture gave me great courage. My hometown ranch is the source of wisdom in my cradle of life. I will never forget the sacred pasture where I was born and raised. (4) The plateau breeze sends me cool green fields to accompany me to sing horses. I soar on the mighty plateau by the wind, and the blue sky and broad eagle let me soar, with blue waves billowing and green peaks protruding. Mountain Villa (5) Emin River Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow silently day and night, year after year, month after month, wave wave Emin River, you are the river of love, your milk is the life of grassland, you are the river of love, you tell the truth wherever you flow, you are the most affectionate river in the world, Emin River, you are the sacred river, and you are in danger. You gave me confidence. You are the most sacred river in the shepherd's heart. You are the river of life. You grew up drinking your milk and cultivating it with your faith. You taught me to be a long-term and pure person. It will always flow quietly like Emin River. I love you deeply. You are the river that flows in my heart forever. I respect you very much. It will always be quiet and clear in my heart. How many stories have you told about Emin River in your heart? You are the river of life for the children of grassland. Under the lightning of Matthew on the prairie. A sleepy poet has a vast grassland, and you are like a piano sleeping beside a flax mane. The grassland is vast and goes deep into the interior. I turned off the distant light with tired eyes. Grassland night, I was a guest in Dangxiong's felt bag. Matthew bent down to make tea, just like a river bending through the sleeping silence. On the other hand, on the inland night in Marthinsen, the lake lifted a huge spoon and poured it into the mouth of the world, and my hand crossed the darkness at the end of the vast grassland. Miss Dawa, I want to talk to you all night in your morning light, completely silent.

6. What are the poems describing the grassland?

1, "Chile Song" Han Yuefu

Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.

2, "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi

The endless grassland on the plain,

As each season comes and goes.

Wildfire never devours them,

They have grown taller in the spring breeze.

3. "Prairie Nightsong" is anonymous.

Red clouds are burning in the west cave,

Crowds of crows fly home.

Pingchuan is becoming more and more blurred.

The grassland is in a hurry.

4. "Three Prairie Songs" is anonymous.

The yellow carpet quietly turned into a green ping,

Gu Yuan was speechless with autumn sounds.

Horseshoe crushed the sunset,

Lie down and sing Aobao until the moon is bright.

5. "Three Prairie Songs" is anonymous.

The sky is getting higher and higher,

Yulong is enchanting.

Endless green, grazed by sheep,

A horse is flying, singing and getting drunk.

7. Poems describing Mongolian grasslands