An essay written by Lao She, a modern writer and poet, comes from Mr. Lao She's Inner Mongolia Scenery. The article mainly talks about grassland scenery map, welcome map and Mongolian-Chinese get-together map. Finally, the author quoted a sentence: "Why don't Mongolians and China people love each other? The sky is greener than grass, and the sun sets in the west ",which expresses the author's love for grassland and the deep friendship between Mongolia and Han."
2. Summer grassland.
This essay written by Xi Murong expounds Xi Murong's understanding and feelings about grassland. As a poet and painter, Xi Murong painted a picture as charming as a paradise, showing the charming scene of Mongolian grassland like a poem and a dream from five aspects: visual stretching, sky light, indescribable fragrance, idyllic beauty and clear streams.
3. Chilean song, a northern folk song that spread in the north of the Yellow River during the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
Chilechuan at the foot of 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.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the vast Chilean plain is at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a huge tent, covering the whole of Yuan Ye. The blue sky is endless and the green fields are endless. A gust of wind blew and the grass hung low, revealing flocks of cattle and sheep grazing.
4. Farewell to Ancient Grass, a poem by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
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.
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: weeds grow vigorously on the grassland, and they will experience the process of withering and flourishing every year. Wild fires never go out. When the spring breeze blows, it will grow again. The fragrant ancient road is filled with fragrance, and the green grass leads to the desolate town in the sun. I sent my best friend away again, and this feeling of parting is like lush weeds, which fills my heart.