A poem with the word sheep.

Gray fields, wind blowing grass and low cattle and sheep.

Endless greenery, grazed by sheep, a horse flying, singing drunken songs.

Recently, Hu rode to the south to graze, and spring grass grew on the edge of Yangmacheng. Dou Dong's "Lingtai Town presents Qiu Cenzhongcheng"

The geese passing through the clouds are still calling to the moon, and the goats without grazing are grazing at the border and the Suwu Temple in Wenwen.

1. The tiger shines on the dragon and wins the past, turning it upside down and being generous.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

2. The sky is gray and wild, and the wind blows the grass and lowers the cattle and sheep.

The wild geese passing through the clouds are still calling to the moon, and the goats without grazing are grazing at the border.