The mountain is quiet, the moon is quiet,
The flowers pursed their lips. ……
Suddenly, the grassland fell backwards,
Larks whistle in the sky,
The yurt waved a blue handkerchief,
Girls, I'm sorry,
Into the arms of the dawn.
Five screaming horses,
Five passing meteors;
Leave the moon and stars,
Stretch out your hand and pull five long winds,
Youth on the grassland are flying on horseback.
Running with a smile,
Jump, chase.
Sunglow threw it at them,
Gorgeous bouquets,
Passionate poetry.
The girls rested for five minutes,
Elegant hada
Dedicated to the green valley in my hometown,
Streams, hillsides, grasslands ...
Ah, a bright morning on the grassland!
(2)
In the days of aiding Tibet,
I accepted the white Hada.
The first, the second,
Third, fourth ...
The students at the back, in turn,
Give me hada,
Here's to wine and gifts.
Hanging strips,
White hada,
Water cup,
Fragrant wine,
One by one,
Beautiful gift,
My heart is surging,
Sigh sigh:
When and where,
I got this,
Waiting for emotion? What he can do,
I deserve this honor?
Aid Tibet for five years,
I'm just so tired,
A Tibetan aid teacher,
Duties and obligations!
So, wine is accompanied by tears.
Moved by guilt,
Happiness is accompanied by pain,
I got dressed and drank wine.
Take over,
One by one,
Cup after cup,
One thing after another. ...
I still remember,
I still have a hard chest,
Tears for you.
Those forty-four articles,
White and flawless hada,
It's obviously 44,
A pure and sincere heart,
They said that Tibetan students,
For a Han teacher,
Sincere feelings,
Tell me about my aid to Tibet in the past two years,
Every effort,
Every footprint
(3)
Many times when I was sleeping,
Traces of white Hada dancing.
Under the male peak of the roof of the world,
That sacred and vast land,
It has become the pursuit of my soul.
Always think like this:
Where there is white Hada dancing,
It is the source of the birth of the blessing.
I love Tibet, a sacred land,
Love the hard work and simplicity of Tibetan compatriots.
I also like living in,
Under the harsh weather conditions on the plateau,
A magical and immortal life.
Late at night, the white Hada in my dream,
One is still in Tibetan areas,
Dancing on the withered old tree.
White, in the squall of Tibet,
Dancing all the time
2. About Hada's poem (1), the mountain is quiet, the moon is quiet, and the flowers contain lips.
..... Suddenly, the grassland ran backward, larks roared in the sky, yurts waved blue handkerchiefs, and girls jumped into the arms of dawn. Five roaring horses, five passing meteors; Leave the moon, leave the stars, reach out and hold up five long winds, and the youth of the grassland flies on horseback.
Laughing and running, jumping and chasing. Sunglow threw it, gorgeous bouquets, passionate poems.
The girls took five pieces, and the elegant Hada was dedicated to the green valley, valley, hillside and grassland in their hometown ... Ah, the splendid morning on the grassland! (2) In the days of aiding Tibet, I accepted the first, second, third and fourth white hadas, and the students behind me presented me with hadas, wine and gifts in turn. Hanging strips of white hada, drinking cups of mellow wine and receiving exquisite gifts, I was deeply moved and sighed: when and where did I receive such feelings? Why not? Do I deserve this honor? In my five-year career of aiding Tibet, I just tried my best. What kind of responsibilities and obligations should a Tibetan aid teacher have! So, wine with tears, moved by guilt, happy with pain, I wear it, drink it, hold it, one by one, one by one. .............................................................................................................................
Those 44 pieces, pure and flawless Hada Yo, are clearly 44 pure and sincere hearts. They expressed the true feelings and goodwill of Tibetan students to a Han teacher and told the story of my two-year aid to Tibet. Every effort, every footprint (3) Many dreams have traces of white Hada dancing. Under the peak of the roof of the world, that sacred and vast land has become the place my soul pursues.
It has always been believed that the place where white hada dances is the source of good fortune. I love this sacred land of Tibet, and I love the diligence and simplicity of my Tibetan compatriots.
I also deeply love the magical and immortal life living on the plateau under bad weather conditions. Late at night, the white Hada in my dream is still dancing on a withered old tree in Tibetan areas.
White, dancing all the time in the gale of Tibet.
3. Most of the good sentences describing Hada, a Tibetan handicraft, are white. On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and Inner Mongolia grassland, white is the most common color: the vast snowfield in the long winter, the flour ground by highland barley, the white horse riding, the sheep driving, the milk squeezed, the goat's milk and so on.
Since ancient times, Tibetans, Mongolians and other ethnic minorities have believed that white symbolizes purity, beauty, auspiciousness and kindness, and people cherish it more. On the snowy plateau, the walls of houses were painted with white ash. On holidays, white dots or lines are painted on the lintels, curtains and furniture of houses, and various auspicious patterns are sprinkled with white powder. Teapots and wine vessels are tied with hada or wool.
There are even people who draw a circle of white dots on the collar. White stones were placed at the top of the pile at the intersection of the mountain pass and the main traffic route.
When simmering mulberries, you should also sprinkle white bazan.
4. Poems about Saussurea involucrata
The ice peak in Yunling is cold, and the snow lotus is elegant and steep.
Graceful and graceful fairy rhyme is dust-free, and Hui's ice muscle is given to Magnolia.
Mengda Tianchi
Emerald makeup becomes a shore, and the mountains are beyond the blue waves.
The divine water in heaven is the source of human meditation.
The Atomic City
With 20,000 troops in Jintan, it is difficult to start a business in ice and snow.
Blood and youth are two bombs, and the loud noise of the East is shocking.
qilian
Rape flowers bloom in layers on the mountain, and the winding stream reflects the morning glow.
The vast snowy peaks are hanging, and Hada is oblique.
Two scenic spots in Zall, Qilian Mountain
one
The stream bends eastward, and the flowers and plants are fragrant.
Snow-capped mountains stretch the sky and uplift the Wan Li Plateau.
Secondly,
The snow-capped mountains are shrouded in fog for nine days, and the mountains are covered with endless green blankets.
Hundreds of dragon dances in Qingxi rolled up Qilian prairie.
Mr. Chen Tingyou's Collection of Landscape Works
The mountains are thick and gloomy, with a kind of misty smoke and water.
Ink color is harmonious, dreamland exists, flowing springs and waterfalls are full of poems.
5. About the Mongolian poem "Cao Yuan"
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.
Mongolia Mongolia
When I imagine a green imagination
This disaster
It's refreshing
Just think, fate can't escape.
Tengger slept peacefully on the grassland.
North is north, north is north.
With the urgency of horseshoe.
Take Wan Li Road.
This green sword stung the eye.
The grassland is vast.
Hula, a name crashed into my heart.
Mongolia Mongolia
Hanging bows and totems
Let the thousand-year-old soul come close to me
Mongolia Mongolia
Green and nourishing Mongolia
Quiet as iron Mongolia
Genghis Khan's bravery under horseshoe
Kublai Khan's machete reflects the tiger.
Birth legend and immortality
History is on horseback.
History carries heroes.
Call Mongolia!
There are beacon lights rolling in.
Sword and warrior
Dancing light and shadow
War is silent.
When everything is buried by time
Mongolia's grandeur and lofty sentiments dispersed like a cloud.
The dignity and luxury of the palace are like spring dreams.
The grassland is quiet and the sky is calm.
Mongolia Mongolia
My blood is rooted in my parents and brothers.
My king.
Once, was the commander proud of love?
Mongolia, the confusion of my life
My soul is gone.
Enter Mongolia
Walk into Mongolia
Just walk into the milk wine and Ma Touqin.
Pastoral melodious, piano sad.
Herdsman whipped the sun.
Mongolian girls dress up the moon shyly.
Say: Sebai Nu
Become a Mongolian.
Strong liquor and strong horses are essential.
Milk tea and hospitality are essential.
When the golden and smooth roast whole lamb smells fragrant.
When Hada held his head high.
This moment is solemn and grand.
Not imagination.
Become a Mongolian
Sour koumiss was drunk at one gulp.
Discard bamboo chopsticks
Solve problems with shiny Mongolian knives
Become a Mongolian
Live a hard life
A simple and pure life
Like the wind on the grassland.
Because the sky in Tengger is always bright.
6. The poem Lhasa describing Tibet
Apocalypse me! This is the apocalypse.
This mysterious Lhasa
It is the sky that pushes mountains, vastness and white flags in front of me.
Let me hold my breath
Cry loudly! This vicissitudes of life face
The purity that can't be calmed by putting your hands together
And sacred.
Ah, give up, this world!
There are my sleepless eyes above the snow line.
There is my mysterious Potala Palace.
In Lhasa, I was physically and mentally broken.
Blue covers me and white buries me. Sunshine.
Sunshine. The beloved sunshine.
In the silence of Lhasa
I fell to the ground.
The tent where I live
The accounting office where I live,
In the tall and wide Qiangtang,
She is the hinterland of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
The sacred north of Tanggut,
So big, so desolate.
The accounting office where I live,
On the pasture where wild yaks live,
In June, the snow waves rolled for 8 thousand miles.
Clouds hold up mountains,
Oh, yo-ho-it's too big.
The accounting office where I live,
Surrounded by the powerful protector King Kong,
The goddess of salt lake flies in the air,
The prayer wheel is supported in the sky,
The prayer flags are tied to the sun.
The accounting office where I live,
This is a pile of things made of cow hair and horns.
Auspicious bodhisattva is enshrined in the middle,
The heating card on the stove sleeps on the mat,
There is a skylight overhead.
The accounting office where I live,
Summer in the mountains, winter by the lake,
Like a boat crossing the ocean,
Walking, stopping, falling and rising,
Dad always paddles.
The accounting office where I live,
There is a dog lying at the door, cow dung wall.
Women butter, men tend sheep,
Air-dried meat makes me strong, and milk makes me fantasize.
The accounting office where I live,
Is the highest accounting firm in the world,
There are so many girls who love me,
But I don't know why I want to wander,
One day I said goodbye to my hometown.
Hadasong
In my hometown,
There are lamas everywhere,
They dedicated their whole lives to Hada.
Needless to say, you are a fairy ribbon,
Good luck flying out of the world;
Needless to say, you are the sacred snow of Mount Everest.
Clothes falling into dreams.
Lhasa, Lhasa, you are the Hada of the world.
Needless to say, you are the fresh milk of a ewe.
It is the Yarlung Zangbo River floating in the sky;
Needless to say, you are the lover's lovesickness,
This is silent singing.
Robe, you are Hada in the sky.
Needless to say, you are a summer breeze,
Send the coolness of the ice tower goddess;
Needless to say, you are the warmth of winter.
Gorkon on the frozen soil.
Crops, crops, you are Hada of the Fruit Festival.
Needless to say, you are the integrity you earned.
Hang the fragrance of the moon around your neck;
Needless to say, you are the melting of sunshine,
Soft as a blessing.
Ma, Ma, you are Hada of Mercedes-Benz.
I have a white hada,
I want to dedicate it to Shambhala in the distance;
I have a colorful hada.
I want to dedicate it to my Tibetan mother;
I have a golden hada,
I want to dedicate it to Qiangba in Wuliangshan.
Jamba and Jamba, you are Hada of the revolution.
In my hometown,
Living with my parents,
They dedicated their whole lives to Hada.
7. What are the sources of Hada's story? A lot of textual research. However, this custom is recognized as Tibetan etiquette. /kloc-In the middle of the 6th century, Tibetan Buddhism was introduced to Mongolia, and Hada, a monk of Tibetan Buddhism, was accepted as an indispensable item in daily etiquette in Erdos, which was handed down from generation to generation. According to Marco Polo's Travels, "Every New Year's Day, all provinces and kingdoms under Khan's rule, important people who own territory or have jurisdiction in their hands, will give Khan precious gifts such as gold, silver and precious stones, accompanied by white cloth, which means wishing your majesty a long life, rich financial resources and endless enjoyment." It can be seen that offering Hada has auspicious meaning.
Some scholars have analyzed that the name Hada began to appear when Basiba just returned to Tibet. As we all know, Basiba is a very important historical great man in the history of Tibet, especially in the history of the relationship between the central government and Tibet. 1244, I visited Kuo Duan, the second son of Yuan Taizong, in Xiliang (also known as Liangzhou, now Wuwei, Gansu) with my uncle Sakya Panditha Gongga Jianzan. After Yuan Shizu ascended the throne, Bathsheba was honored as a Buddhist and a royal teacher. 1265 when I returned to Tibet for the first time, I presented Hada to bodhisattvas, Buddha statues and monks and secular officials.
Hada has become a necessary thing for Tibetan, Mongolian and other ethnic minority people's unique etiquette communication. From generation to generation, it is supreme in people's hearts. It is the concrete materialization of people's pure hearts and simple emotions.
8. Poems about treasures If I have a genius, I am not poor. -(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. —— (Tang)
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . -(Tang) Bai Juyi
Mochow has a vast road ahead, and everyone knows you. -(Tang) Gao Shi
There are no happy friends and no happy friends in the world. -(Qing) Pu Songling
Know each other, know each other, know each other, know each other. -(Spring and Autumn Period) Mencius
A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but a friendship between villains is as bitter as cucumber.
-(Warring States) Zhuangzi
If you live with the lame, you will learn to limp. -(Western Jin Dynasty) Fu Xuan
Life is a matter of life, so why use gold and money? -(Tang) Li Bai
Make friends and keep your word. -(Spring and Autumn) Midsummer
Never forget the friendship between cloth and clothes. -(Tang) li yanshou
Gentlemen and gentlemen take Tao as their friends, and villains and villains take fun as their friends. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu
Life is about getting to know each other. -(Song) Wang Anshi
The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. -(Ming) Feng Menglong
Heroes in adversity. -(Qing) Wei Xi
Two thousand gold is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. -(Qing) Cao Xueqin
For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. -(Song) Gu Xia
Zhong Ziqi died, and Boya never played the piano again. Han Shu
The mountains and rivers are not heavy enough. It is important to know yourself. -Bao Rong
Be a gentleman and a hero in the world.
Shu Shu and Liu Ba in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
A gentleman does not slander when he makes it, and he does not blaspheme when he makes it. -Zhouyi
If you know that all the seas are brothers, where can you meet an old friend? -Chen
Friends, those honest people. -(Song) Zhu
Clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones. -Han Yuefu