What are the poems about grassland?

(1) See Mozigele River.

The meandering water with nine bends and eighteen bends.

There you are.

I stood on the truncated riverbed and shouted

I can't get it back.

The clear song of the Mozgler River

Sad pebbles

Lost beauty

Once fresh grassland ribbon.

Who stole your hairstyle?

The remaining fine water droplets merged into water.

The shepherd stood there for a long time.

a brook

oh

That's not my mozzler.

The pain that broke my heart

Needle bleeding

yesterday

I stand in the green fields, watching you from a distance.

Curved eyes

How many wanderers are eager to go home?

at present

My mozigler

Your weak body can still feed the eagles on the grassland.

A swift river.

No tributaries are constantly nourishing.

How far is it from drying up?

(This must be a heavy topic, because in Hulunbeier, not only Mozigele River has been cut off, but also seven rivers with large flow in Hulunbeier, such as Genhe River, Ali River, Ganhe River, Chuoer River, Yimin River, Wuerxun River and Mozigele River, have been cut off in recent two years, among which Ganhe River and Ali River are once in a hundred years. Those rivers with small flow cut off more. )

(2) Hulunbeier Grassland

The hometown of larks

The green grassland has been winding and undulating.

Hulun Buir

Your name has a fresh wind.

Fly in the blue sky

White yurt

It is a Mongolian pearl scattered in the oasis.

The horses galloped.

Carrying the ideal in the shepherd's heart

Gullies in Che Le

Describe an ancient and magical story for you.

Grassland at that time

The endless green ocean spreads out on the earth.

Once I stepped into the waist-high grass.

Picking the fruits of nature

White mushrooms waved fragrant fingers in circles.

Now?

June is the season when green should be in full bloom.

Just to see

Pale yellow hills

Asakusa

Crazy sandstorm

The sky is full of sand.

Swallowed my ocean

Excessive reclamation.

Took away the green of the grassland

There are still unhealed wounds.

Surging blood

Hulun Buir Prairie

Lose green

I've been thinking about it at night.

Anxiety in my heart

I'm scared.

The once beautiful and vibrant grassland has become a Gobi.

Due to the over-exploitation of land and the unplanned feeding of a large number of livestock, a large area of grassland and a large area of green leave us with a great downward trend every year. Protecting grassland ecology is the most important thing, and we call for protecting our own green! )

(3) Totem

I know the oldest story.

As I am familiar with Ma Touqin's beautiful melody.

Canglang and Bailuyuan

Mongolian sacred and eternal totem

Drop the blood of our ancestors

hand down from generation to generation

Moonlit night on the grassland

Have you ever heard the call of a lonely traveler?

Song of the wolf

On today's grassland, it is becoming a unique sound.

I'm looking for the shadow of a deer.

I only saw the wooden fence enclosed.

Tame eyes

Lost the wings of freedom

I can't get out.

The hope of silent tears is fading away.

The high Aobao Mountain.

Light the torch and pray.

later ages/time

Totem that goes deep into the bones

A broken-hearted life