What are the ancient poems about grasslands?

Ancient Poetry-Yuefu (Chilechuan)

Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.

The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.

"Fu Degu Farewell" Don 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.

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.

Out of the Fortress by Don Wang Wei

The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky.

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.

Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion

Mangroves and green hills are dying, and 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.

Cezanne Tang Baorong

The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool.

Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.

Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty

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.