2. Bayinbuluke Prairie Poems
The poem about nine bends and eighteen bends is 1. The mountains cover the day, Fujian, Chu, go up a storey still higher, and the Yellow River with nine bends and eighteen bends is today's color.
Poems describing the Yellow River: You didn't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the heavens and entered the ocean, never to return. Li Bai's "Into the Wine" "The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has been written in his arms."
Li Bai's Fourteen Poems for Pei is a lonely mountain with the Yellow River and white clouds far away. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci is lonely and straight in the desert, and the long river sets the yen.
In Wang Wei's "Going to the Frontier", the mountains cover the day, the Wang Zhihuan heron lodge and the ocean drain the golden river. I would like to cross the Yellow River, but the ice choked the ferry and climbed the Taihang Mountain with snow. In Li Bai's "Difficult Travel", the Wan Li sand covered the Yellow River and the waves swept the world. Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty's Surging Waves on the Sand will be a bright night of the Yellow River, and the cold sand will be like a battlefield. [Ming] Li's "Night Sleeping on the Yellow River" set sail in front of Qingkougang, and Changhuai East was launched as a string.
I hurried across the river with two oars, and the wind blew to the beach overnight. [Ming] Li Dongyang's "Crossing the Yellow River" In the year when Jinhe returned to Yuguan, Ma Ce's knife ring was in the DPRK.
(Liu Tang Zhong Yong's "Expropriating the People's Complaints") Idiom about the Yellow River: yue longmen, a distinctive carp, the suffering of the Yellow River is concentrated in a set of water control in Gong Yu, and Nu Wa won the title of the first river in the Central Plains. Carp yue longmen, mountains and rivers, Li River, Qingshe River, Minghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, Qinghe River, don't give up all kinds of harm to the Yellow River by Huang Heqing and saints, but the rich can't wash away the nausea and kindness on the Yellow River, and the goodness and evil on the Yangtze River can't watch the return of the Yellow River without watching the return of Sichuan Daimei and the mountains. A hundred years later, the Yellow River burst, and the county magistrate could not live in the Yellow River with nine bends and eighteen bays in the world. Mount Tai in Ningxia, Huang Hefu, collapsed in front of it, its face unchanged. The Yellow River is determined by its mouth, but its heart is not.
2. Composition Ili Jiuqu Eighteen Bends
This summer vacation, I followed my grandparents to Wuyishan, Fujian, where I visited the beautiful nine bends and eighteen bends.
Take a bus to the entrance of the scenic spot, and when you get off the bus, you will see an antique stone workshop standing in front of you. Passing the stone workshop, a green hill jumped into my eyes. The mountains are covered with lush trees. We walked along the path in the forest, and the birds in the forest sang in our ears. Over the hill, suddenly enlightened, a ten-meter-wide, endless stream appeared. More than twenty bamboo rafts are neatly docked on the stream. This is the nine bends and eighteen bends we are going to drift.
Everyone sat on the bamboo raft and went down the river. The uncle who supported the bamboo raft gently used the bamboo pole and the bamboo raft floated forward. My uncle told us about the scenery and history of nine twists and turns. I sat on a bamboo raft, watching the scenery and listening to my uncle tell us stories. I saw lovely little fish swimming around in the water; There are pebbles at the bottom of the stream, as small as a full stop, but big enough for a four-year-old child to lie down and spread from the stream to the shore. On both sides are Wang Feng and Yunu Mountain, and in Wang Feng and Yunu Mountain, there are hanging coffins left by ancient people's funerals and poems and inscriptions left by Zhu and other scholars in previous dynasties. I heard the trickle of water under my feet, heard the birds singing in the mountains, and felt the bamboo raft walking through the painting. Where the water surface is wide, the stream flows smoothly, and it is all supported by my uncle with bamboo poles. At the end of each turn, the water surface narrows, the water becomes very turbulent, and there is still a big gap after the turn. Bamboo rafts seem to plunge water everywhere, just like riding a roller coaster. After several roller coasters, we drifted downstream to the finish line.
It's more than 60 kilometers with nine twists and eighteen bends, and we only drifted for 4 or 5 kilometers this time. But I also appreciate the strangeness here. I not only enjoyed the beautiful natural scenery here, but also experienced the profound culture and long history of China.
Poetry about Bayinbuluke Grassland 1. Mongolian grassland poems
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, 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.
2. Poems describing Mongolian grasslands
The sky is gray, the land is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. [See: Tong Xian. 〕
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.
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.
3. 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.
4. What are the poems about grassland?
1 Farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass (Bai Juyi). The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons.
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. 2 "Chilechuan", Chilechuan, Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
3 "Out of the Fortress" (Wang Wei) Hunting Tianjiao lives outside Yancheng, and white grass burns wild. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.
With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight. Jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family will give snow to visit Yao 4 "Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion" (Ouyang Xiu). Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless.
Tourists, no matter how old they are, should step on the flowers in front of the pavilion in spring. 5 "fortress" (Bao Rong) The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
6 "Bian Chun" (high article) 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.
7 "Three Poems on the Grassland" A yellow carpet has quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan has no words to fly autumn sounds. 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.
The setting sun is not seen at dusk, and the mountains and trees are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
8 "Grassland" [Wang Weike] You rise and fall into a posture with a light green expression, and your delicate skin meets the call of life, which is cared and collected by Tengger singer Heaven. This region of vast expanse, let free blood melt into your body, clean body and unrestrained soul. In a depressed and empty city, I feel and long for your self-esteem. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can spread out in all directions. The hope of life can devour the bad effects of sandstorms. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, clear springs, beautiful wild flowers, swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The primitive state continues the pure heart here and is bred here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. The cruel reality mercilessly destroys you and your spring. The source is muddy and dirty, and your face is haggard and yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now in my eyes, I can only look at the old imagination with confused and sad eyes. Numb human beings have lost their conscience and it is difficult to fill their valleys. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by rolling yellow sand. Your experience makes me sad.
5. Prairie Poetry (Ancient)
1, Farewell to Tang
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
2, "Wuyi Lane" Yuxi, Liu Tang
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset 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.
3, "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" 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.
4. "Song of Chile" is famous all over the country.
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 and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
5, "Early Spring Drizzle" Tang Hanyu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
6, "Occasionally beginning of spring" Song Zhangshi
There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
7. Looking at Xixi in Chuzhou, Wu Ying, Tang Wei
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
8, "Beishan" An Shi of Wang Song
Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight to the pool.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
9. Don
The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky.
When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.
With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight.
The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.
10 "Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion" Song Ouyang Xiu
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and 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.
1 1, "Send Liu Jia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home.
Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
12, "insert" Tang Baorong
The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool.
Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
13, "Bian Chun" Tang Gaopian
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.
14, "Qing" Du Qingyuhuang
The cape collects the residual rain, and the sunset scatters in front of the building. Singing the original grass stalks swaying on the shield, Zhui Er lacks width, and lying drunk is often a sand.
The rider is like a play, calling the eagle vulgar and crazy. White-headed Soviet Union belongs to the country, only looking at cattle and sheep.
6. Six lines of grassland poems
1, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain until now I have closed my thatched door in the dark. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . -Don Wang Wei's farewell
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. -"Prairie Poetry"
3. I suddenly met the peach blossom forest, sandwiched between hundreds of steps. There were no miscellaneous trees in it, the grass was fragrant, the English was colorful, and the fishermen were very different. Tao Jin Yuanming Peach Blossom Garden
4. It is easy to see when you are away, and the spring water is exhausted. It is heaven and earth-Li Yu's Waves on the Sand
5, 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.
6. 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.
7. Hunting Tianjiao lives outside Yancheng, and white grass burns wild. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn. With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight. The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.