1, the grass is thick and the jade pot is full of wine.
2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
3, a river of grass, the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
In May and March, the twelfth lunar month in Lan Qing is yellow, and the vast grass is bathed in Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep.
6. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the 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.
7, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.
8. The grass is green and willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
9. 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.
10, the yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
1 1, the sunset can't be seen, and the trees-lined hills are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
12, red clouds are burning in the west cave, and flying crows rush home in groups. There is a mist in Pingchuan, and the grass field is in a hurry.
2. Praise praise praise praise praise praise praise praise praise praise praise grassland
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.
3. Praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise for praise.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep. Yuan Ye, where Chili peppers live, is at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, and the awning covers a large area of land like a felt tent.
The sky is boundless and the grassland is boundless. Whenever the wind blows low, grazing cattle and sheep appear. The yellow carpet on the grassland quietly turned green, and the ancient plain released the autumn sound silently.
Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight. The grassland 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. The sunset on the grassland is out of sight, and the trees are yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. "Rain in Early Spring" Tang Hanyu's drizzle in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far away.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. "Xixi Chuzhou" Tang Wei Wu Ying pities the grass, and there are orioles singing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. "Beishan" Wang Song Anshi Beishan lost its green and rose to the pond, and went straight to the pond.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late. "Fengle Pavilion Tour Spring Scenery" Song Ouyang Xiu Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the 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. "Send Liu Jia" Cao Ye Yi Xi Cao, Tang Green waves, sound around the house like home.
Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers. "On the Line" Tang Bao melts the west wind with strong muscles and strong horns, revealing the coldness of grazing horses and aquatic plants.
Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow. In the Tang Dynasty, "Bian Chun", a tall article, 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. Farewell, Don, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain until now I have closed my thatched door in the dark.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . Rhythmic crow? What is the suspicion of the color of 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.
"Farewell to the ancient grass" Tang Bai Juyi crossed the plain and came and went with the four 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.
4. Praise the grassland (modern version, ten poems) 1, grassland blue (1) eagle flies over Tengger singer's arms at low speed. On the grassland, a pair of wolf eyes are buried deep, the smell of air blows, and the horse's bones turn green again. Pastoral, wearing old clothes, the grass is covered with palm trees, the land is flat, and the cattle are eager to fall from the sky.
2, the blue of the grassland (2) You chased the sheep to run the grassland, and the wind hugged for a while. On this day, only the face owned by the sky was accumulated by us, and the horse's back became a house because of the sky. My grassland was stopped by the wind screaming, and your lips clung to the vegetation, but you cried with tears. The only sky on the grassland turned away, and you and I never met again. Aries returned to the bottom of the cloud, and our lake box and horse's head harp replaced the house. Since then, my grassland has been nomadic, with nothing growing, clear water and blue sky.
3, the nomad in the sky, you are climbing, a ladder, an arm, you don't know, the horse with the stars as the group, was entrusted to the highest grassland, the highest grassland, and drank 33,000 days and nights of dew in the name of the sky, just like you, drank all the horse blood you got from your teeth, and expensive horse blood was born. Birds in the distance, when the horse blood flowed through your body, you will continue. To a higher place, nomadic life is related to death, all teeth can grow into grass, nomadic life is related to the sky, all horses can grow bleeding wings, nomadic life is related to you, and everything you can roam in your own hands.
4. Riding on the grassland. Riding horses in groups on the grassland. It is best to hold on to the reins in groups. This is the most beautiful season on the grassland. The sun is just right, the sky is blue, and wild flowers with charming eyes are everywhere. A big feast is already brewing. When riding a horse on the grassland, you should erect your ears and look around. You will see water drowning horseshoes, butterflies dripping clothes and birds gathering in the opposite tree. They seem to be talking about the immortal first love on the grassland. The grassland in the south of China is rougher and more boundless than that in the north of China. On the grassland in the south of China, there is a delicate sunset that has not returned home for a long time, galloping horses flowing in shallow pastures, unloaded glittering armor, far away from the battlefield of battle, leading ponies and a group of goats to wander around the grassland fence happily, telling the land of grassland.
6. The grassland sky in August looks like a piece of washed cloth, an idyllic grassland. A calm day is quiet, calm and profound. As soon as the wind blew, I pulled a few white sheepskin jackets, followed by a noisy group of horses, which broke the clarity and blue of the grassland in August. When the two armies confront each other, war is imminent. There is a strong smell of gunpowder in the air. The whip of lightning shone overhead and rushed into the grass like a snake. Deafening thunder resounded through Populus euphratica forest. In August, the endless grassland was exhausted and groaned gently under the horseshoe.
7. I am eager to go to the prairie, where there are blue sky and white clouds. There are vast grasslands and free cattle and sheep. On the grassland, I can't walk, sit and lie down enough. The sky, white clouds, green grass, occasional wind, mixed with the fragrance of grass, blowing my hair and flying happily. When I look up at the sky, I will think of your smiling face, so I smile happily. On that grassland, pure and without impurities, my heart becomes beautiful, and I have my own, simple and fast.
8. Grassland in early spring The grassland in early spring is yellowish under the thin snow layer. The tender grass sticks out with the coolness of the snow water and curiously looks around the vast grassland on the dam. The quiet and high sky is slightly sad, like a weather-beaten Mongolian old man's face. 9. A breeze suddenly blows across the grassland, and the air is fresh, which is unique to spring, just like a young Mongolian girl emitting the fragrance of her body. She swept across the ice field in her dress, ran across the desert, sang touching love songs and sprinkled infinite vitality on the vast grassland.
10, I feel that middle-aged prairie people look up at the blue sky in their hometown, take a deep breath, breathe the smell of grassland, and let the tears of happiness flow freely.
5. Praise the ancient prairie poetry 1 "Fengle Pavilion Youchun" Song Ouyang Xiu Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring. Red flowers are full of trees, green hills are faint, and the sky is already west.
The vast countryside, green grass, can not see the edge. People who swim in spring are interested, so who cares if they will go in spring?
In front of Fengle Pavilion, people come and go, and flowers fall everywhere. 2, "Beishan" Wang Song Anshi Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, straight back to the pool.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late. Beishan reflects a rich green color on the pond, and the spring water rises quietly; Straight ravines and winding ponds are sparkling.
I sat in the country for a long time, feeling carefree and counting the falling petals carefully; Look for grass slowly when you go back, and come home very late. 3, "Fude Valley Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi crossed the plain and came and went with the four 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. How lush the long grass is, it turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring.
Ruthless wildfires can only burn dry leaves. When the spring breeze blows, the earth is green. Weeds and wild flowers spread and flooded the ancient road, and the end of the grass under the bright sun is your journey.
I once again sent away my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. 4, "The Great Wall" Wang Tangwei lived outside the city to hunt Tianjiao and burn wild grass.
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. Outside Juyan, the conference semifinals are hunting and white grass is burning all over the sky.
Under the fog of dusk, the desert gallops in the distance, and in autumn, the vast plain has just shot sculptures. Defend the Qiang Sect, appease the Qiang Sect, hold their ground, climb the barrier fort, and the general Lu Baoying bravely attacked and crossed the Liaohe River at night.
A sword inlaid with jade, a bow decorated with horns and a war horse with a beaded head will be given by the court to the victorious general: as brave as Huo Puyao in the Han Dynasty. 5. "Chile Song" is a famous song of the Northern Dynasties, named Chile Chuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is gray and wild.
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, there is a huge plain where Zile people live.
The sky of Chilechuan, which is connected with the earth on all sides, looks like a felt tent where herders live. Under the blue sky, the grassland green waves roll, the wind blows below the grass, and flocks of cattle and sheep appear and disappear.
6. What is the poem praising the prairie? Chilechuan, a folk song of the Northern Dynasty, is covered with cages in four fields under the shady mountain.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep. 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.
Poems on the grassland of Saibei: the authenticity of words arouses public doubts, and black is more flattering. 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.
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.
7. What are the poems praising the grassland? Chilechuan, a northern dynasty Yuefu, is under a shady mountain, with a sky like a vault and a cage covering four fields.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep. "Rain in Early Spring" Tang Hanyu's drizzle in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far away.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. "Xixi Chuzhou" Tang Wei Wu Ying pities the grass, and there are orioles singing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. "Beishan" Wang Song Anshi Beishan lost its green and rose to the pond, and went straight to the pond.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late. "Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion" Song Ouyang Xiu Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the 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. "Send Liu Jia" Cao Ye Yi Xi Cao, Tang Green waves, sound around the house like home.
Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers. "On the Line" Tang Bao melts the west wind with strong muscles and strong horns, revealing the coldness of grazing horses and aquatic plants.
Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow. In the Tang Dynasty, "Bian Chun", a tall article, 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. Farewell, Don, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain until now I have closed my thatched door in the dark.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . Rhythmic crow? What is the suspicion of the color of 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.
"Farewell to the ancient grass" Tang Bai Juyi crossed the plain and came and went with the four 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.