Mongolian poetry

Yuan Cao

Author: Uliji

Nature's uncanny workmanship,

Cut off your beautiful skirt.

The cradle of life,

Create countless human miracles.

History is well preserved,

Fang showed this touching charm.

The sun is always so red,

So big,

It is long and round.

Colorful flowers,

Spit out a cool breeze.

Open and broad,

It's the father's mind,

Gentle and subtle,

As mellow as a mother's love.

Where cattle and sheep walk,

There is a galaxy singing softly.

Blue sky and blue sea,

Is the source of all life.

Lashui

Author: Uliji

Between the clouds,

Larks crow.

Under the blue sky,

Flowers and plants are like carpets.

The pasture is sunny,

There is a clear spring on the horizon.

The narrow path extends into the distance,

The wheel is turning slowly.

Qingquan,

Play the piano solo.

She rolled up her sleeves,

Look down at yourself.

There is a blue sky in the water.

Colorful towels are floating in the blue sky.

Bend down and scoop up the sweet spring water,

Sprinkle a string of pearls.

She smiled,

Shandan flower is so red and sweet.