100 Prairie Poetry

Author: Bai Juyi, rambling grass, comes and goes with the 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. Everyone says the shepherd boy is still young. That's me, my best self. In the dream season, there are many intimate friends. Look: birds sing, fish swim and horses run. Spring remains the same, beauty is old. Unfortunately, the old feelings are not over. Looking forward to the night, I asked you if you knew? There are: patches of clouds, breezes and green grass. Chilecong 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. Author: Bai Juyi, rambling grass, comes and goes with the 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. Chilechuan, Yuefu, Northern Dynasties. 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. A bunch of grassland poems by Chen Guanglin (1) Grassland Grassland Grassland The cradle of my life is the clear and sweet water that feeds me. The fragrance of grass moistens my heart. Holy and solid horseback is my smiling face since childhood. My grandmother's expectation is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of my life. Grassland, my lovely home, vast grassland, gave me a broad chest, beautiful mountains and rivers gave me a strong backbone. Leng Xue, the cold wind of Liang, gave me a strong character, and my grandmother's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, grassland, wine, tea, and I miss you infinitely. I love the grassland, thinking of you is a sweet memory, thinking of you is a bitter attachment, thinking of you is a green heart. In the grassland of my heart, missing you is a sweet memory, and missing you is a bitter attachment. With my mother, accompany the blue sky to the grassland forever. Grassland, grassland, grassland, my grassland, the grassland with blue waves and flowers like the sea, where I was born and raised. You are the cradle of my life, grassland, grassland with sunshine and rain, where I was born and raised. You are the source of my strength, grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland with spring breeze and eyes, grassland, where I was born and raised. It is my forever warm grassland, grassland, my grassland, my beautiful grassland, and the galloping grassland where horses give birth to me and raise me. You are always in my heart. (2) Homesickness, give me a white cloud, float to the Saibei Plateau with affection and homesickness, give me a spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green, give me a canal of river water, flow to the Saibei Plateau with songs and life, and hang a bright moon on the Saibei Plateau. It turns out that the night is more beautiful, and the hometown moon is brighter. (3) The 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. Listening to the sweet songs accompanied by the deep and holy pastures of my horses and lambs gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to the affectionate pasture in my dreams. The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. My father's love helps me ride a horse. How much expectation did my parents give me? The vast pasture has given me an open mind and deep feelings. How much courage did the ranch give me? My hometown ranch is the source of wisdom in the cradle of my life. I will never forget the sacred pasture where I was born and raised. (4) The cool breeze on the plateau sends me to the cool green field, sings horse songs with me, and drives me to soar in the wind. The mighty plateau, the blue sky and the broad eagle make me soar. You got up in a pose? Green expression, delicate skin? Meet the call of life and Tengger singer? God's care and collection? The geography of vast expanse? Let the free blood melt into the body, clean the body and mind, and free the soul? I'm in a depressed and empty city? Feel and yearn for your self-esteem? You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart? How I wish one day. Your limbs can move in all directions. Want to spread it out? Let the hope of life devour those? The bad influence caused by sandstorm has affected the vast territory of vigorous horses? The beauty of clear springs and wild flowers? Swaying reeds and flying swans? Fat sheep, simple herders? Rich horse milk and delicious meat? The original state continues here? A pure heart thrives here. Are you God's reward for kindness? Evil humans poison you in ignorance? Are you a paradise in the eyes of the lost? Cruel reality destroys you mercilessly? Your fountain is dirty? Your face has turned yellow? Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now you are in my eyes, confused and sad, and you can only watch? Old imagination? Numb human beings have lost their conscience? A hungry man? You really hope that one day. Buried quietly by rolling yellow sand? Your experience makes me sad grassland (three poems) [modern poems] Author: Happy all the way, a stone road leads to my dream when I was young, and there are my honest and frank herdsman brothers in the yurt. Under the blue sky, the quiet sheep on the grassland approached this vast land again. The beautiful grassland may find the oasis I missed with a gentle whip. The grassland morning is golden, the grassland morning is golden, and the grassland morning is golden. Apollo, who was driving a carriage, woke up from a deep sleep with a golden sword and gave off a dazzling light. The white fog on the beautiful grassland gradually disappears, and everything on the earth is spiritually rising. Flowers sway in the breeze, and flocks of cattle and sheep are carefree. Birds are singing old songs in the fresh air. I rode a white horse across the grassland alone, holding out my golden fingers and turning everything into gold. At the moment, I am the king of all things. I don't care about making stones sing and flowers fly. I left the gold behind me and strutted across the prairie with my white horse, describing the prairie: ancient poetry-Yuefu (Chilechuan), under the shady 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. uuuu