Chile Song
Folk Songs of the Northern Dynasties
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 wind blows the grass and you can see cattle and sheep.
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.
The sunset is broken by the horse's hooves, and I lie down and sing Aobao to wait 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.
The boundless greenery is supported by sheep herding, and a horse flies singing to drunken the 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·Hesaibeicao
Why is the feather color so deep? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations!
We are dependent on each other, and 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, there are more chapters.
It is difficult to determine whether one is simple and elegant, but one who is as wise as a fool is a great sage.
Poetry from Saibei Grassland:
The truthful words arouse public suspicion, and the black color attracts even more slander.
Those who foresee blessings and misfortunes are eager to repay them, but they are turned upside down by wisdom and foolishness.
Taking meat in one’s mouth and singing songs will make people laugh; throwing stones and drinking water will make people laugh.
It is up to him to praise and criticize, but the branches still speak freely.
Grass
Author: Bai Juyi
The grass grows in the original land, and it dries up and flourishes every year.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it 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 the love was full of farewell.