An ancient poem about beautiful grassland 1. What is the poem describing the beautiful grassland in Song of Chile?
What is the poem describing the beautiful prairie in the song of Chile?
Poetry: the sky is grey and the field is boundless. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
It means: the grassland green waves roll under the blue sky, the wind blows to the grass below, and flocks of cattle and sheep appear and disappear from time to time.
The first six sentences of the poem are written about Pingchuan, Dashan, the sky and the four fields, covering all directions, and the artistic conception is extremely broad and magnificent. However, the poet's description is a general static sketch from a macro perspective, without any specific description, which makes people feel a little empty and dull. But when you read the last sentence-"the wind blows, you see cattle and sheep", the realm will suddenly change. Grassland is the hometown of herdsmen and the world of cattle and sheep, but because of the rich pasture, all cattle and sheep are hidden in the green ocean. Only when a breeze blows and the grass waves rise and fall, do cattle and sheep flash out in the low grass. Cattle and white sheep, a group of east and a group of west, are everywhere. Thus, from static to dynamic, from pale to colorful, the whole grassland is full of vitality, and even the dome-like sky is colored. Therefore, people call this last sentence a clear pen, and appreciate the word "wind", the initiator of the three verbs "blow", "low" and "see".
The last three sentences, "The sky is grey, the wild land is boundless, the wind and grass are low, and the cattle and sheep are low", are a magnificent and vibrant panorama of the grassland. "When the wind blows grass, you can see cattle and sheep." A gust of wind bends the grass, exposing flocks of cattle and sheep, vividly depicting the scene of rich water and grass and fat cattle and sheep here. There are only twenty words in the whole poem, which shows a magnificent picture of the life of ancient herders in China.
This song has a distinct nomadic color and a strong grassland flavor. From language to artistic conception, it can be said that it is natural, its quality is straightforward and simple, and its meaning is really pure. There are no obscure sentences in the language, which express the heroic feelings of nomadic people in a simple and vivid way.
2. Ancient poems describing beautiful grasslands
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.
A pile of grassland poems [Author: Chen Guanglin article input: Li] (1) Grassland Grassland The cradle of my life is the clear and sweet running water that nurtures my milk, the fragrance of the grass moistens my soul, and the holy and solid horseback is the smiling face that my climbing grandmother expects and the source of my strength. Every time I think of grassland, grassland, grassland, my lovely home and vast grassland, it gives me generosity. The beautiful mountains and rivers in my chest gave me a strong backbone, the cold snow gave me a strong character, and my grandmother's hardships gave me eternal strength. Every time I think of grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, grassland, wine, tea, and I miss you infinitely, grassland, grassland, and thinking of you is a sweet memory. I miss you as a bitter attachment, a blue-green heart in the sky, and a grassland in my heart. I miss you very much. When I think of you, I deeply love my mother, accompanied by blue sky, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland. The rippling grassland gave birth to me and raised me. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, my grassland, my beautiful grassland, and the grassland where horses gallop gives birth to me and raises me. You in my heart forever. (2) Homesickness gives me a piece of white clouds. Fly to Saibei Plateau with affection and homesickness. Give me a cup of spring breeze. Blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green. Give me a canal of river water Flowing to the Saibei Plateau with songs and life. I hung a bright moon on the plateau of Saibei Plateau. The night in my hometown is more beautiful and the moon is brighter. (3) The pasture in my hometown is a 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 sheep gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to that affectionate pasture in my dreams. The ranch in my hometown is deep and sacred in my heart. The father's love in the clean blue sky helped me on horseback. How much expectation did my mother 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 plateau breeze sends me cool, and the green fields accompany me to sing beautiful horses and fly me in the wind. (5) love the people. Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow silently day and night, year after year, month after month, and continuously. Polanbo Emin River, you are the river of love, your milk is the life of grassland, you are the river of love, 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 give me strength when you are sad, and you give me confidence when you are in danger. The most sacred river in the shepherd's heart, Emin River, you are the river of life, drink your milk and grow with your faith. You taught me to be a long-term and pure person, always flowing quietly like Emin River. Emin River, I am so attached to you that I have always been in my heart. I am so respectful to you, and my heart is always quiet and clear. Emin River, how many stories have flowed through your heart? You are a chapter in history. You are the river of life for the children of grassland. Eyebrows writhed under the lightning of the grassland. 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, while her hand crossed the darkness at the end of the vast grassland. Miss Hua, I want to talk to you all night in complete silence under your morning light. Under the Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan, the celestial dome and the cage cover of the four fields are covered. Three Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly turns green on the lawn, and there is no word in the ancient plains to sing autumn songs.
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.
A pile of grassland poems [Author: Chen Guanglin article input: Li] (1) Grassland Grassland The cradle of my life is the clear and sweet running water that nurtures my milk, and the faint fragrance of grass moistens my soul. The holy and solid horseback is the smiling face that my grandmother expects to climb and the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, I think of the cradle of my life. The vast grassland has given me a broad mind, and the beautiful mountains and rivers have given me a strong backbone.
3. Poems describing grasslands only need sentences.
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.
4. 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.
5. Praise the grassland poems
Chileger
Folk songs in northern dynasties
Chilechuan,
Under the shady mountain,
The sky is like a vault,
Cage covers four areas.
The sky is gray,
Wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
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.
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.
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.
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.