2, "Wuyi Lane" Liu Tang Yuxi Zhuque Bridge is overgrown with weeds, and the sunset at Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. 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. 4. "Chile Song" is unknown in the north of Henan, Chile, under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. 5, "Early Spring Rain" Tang Hanyu Tianjie's light rain is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. 6, "beginning of spring Encounter" Zhang Song's ten-mile law requires less frost at the end of the year, and spring is known to the world. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven. 7, "Xixi Chuzhou" Tang Wei Wu Ying is alone in 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. 8, "Beishan" Wang Song Anshi Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, straight to the pool. Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late. 9. "Out of the Great Wall" Tang hunted Tianjiao outside Juyan City, and the white grass burned wild. 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. 10 "Fengle Pavilion Spring Tour" Song Ouyang Xiu Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the green 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. 1 1, "Send Liu Jia" Cao Ye, in the Tang Dynasty, the grass was green and the sound was like home around the house. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers. 12, "fortress" Tang Bao melts the west wind with strong ribs and strong angles, and penetrates the horse grass cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow. 13, "Border Spring Prosperity" Tang Gao's article is full of grass and green willows, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain. 14, expressing the night, Tang Du Fu, a breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, blowing to my motionless tall mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. If only my art could make me famous. Free my sick old age from the office! ! Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! !
2. Complete collection of poems describing grasslands
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.
"Send to Lujia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
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.
3. There is not a word describing clouds in the article Grassland.
The original "Grassland":
This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other places. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green. The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. The green color is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.
We visited Chenbaerhu Banner. The car walked 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands. Go 150 miles, or grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around. After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance-river! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip. Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain. Men, women and children dressed in various colors immediately danced like rainbows. This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away. When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together. The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts.
Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars. Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. The master got off the horse and so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. You say yours, I say mine. Generally speaking, it is national unity and mutual assistance.
Somehow, I got into the yurt. Pour milk tea, put milk tofu, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, very enthusiastic and not at home at all. After a while, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton. The cadres toasted us, and the elderly in their 70s toasted us. We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate. At this time, Ewenki girls wore pointy hats and were a little shy in generosity, singing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast. Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile.
After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?
4. Poetry about ancient grassland poems-Yuefu (Chilechuan) Chilechuan, under the 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.
Modern Poetry and Grassland Writing/Wang Weike, you have become a pale green posture and delicate expression, and your skin is welcoming the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer Heaven. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, clean and unrestrained soul. In a depressed and empty city, I feel and long for your self-esteem. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can stretch in all directions and the hope of life can be swallowed up. Eating the bad effects caused by those sandstorms, the territory is vast, the horses are vigorous, the springs are wild flowers, the beautiful swaying reeds, the flying swans, the fat sheep, the simple herdsmen, the rich horse milk and the delicious meat, the primitive state continues here, and the pure mind thrives here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. The cruel reality has ruthlessly destroyed you, and your source has been turbid and dirty. Your face has turned yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now, in my eyes, I have a confused and sad look. Can only look at the old imagination. Numb people have lost their conscience. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by rolling yellow sand. Your experience has made me feel sad about the grassland (Lao She) since I was a child. I have seen the saying that "the sky is gray, the fields are boundless, the wind is blowing, and only cattle and sheep are seen". This once had a bad influence, making people afraid to go north.
This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other days. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.
Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green.
The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like boneless paintings, only rendered in green, not outlined with a pen. So, green is flowing everywhere, gently flowing into the clouds.
This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.
Zisai, Zisai, who said that? This is a jade world. Even Jiangnan may not have such scenery! We visited the animal husbandry commune in Chenbaerhu Banner.
The bus traveled 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands.
Go 150 miles, or grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere.
When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around. After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance.
River! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip. Soon, soon to the commune.
Suddenly, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain, as if a gust of wind was blowing. Men, women and children immediately put on all kinds of clothes, and horses danced like rainbows. This is the host coming from dozens of miles away to welcome guests from afar.
When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. Quiet grassland, lively: cheers, cars, hooves, ringing into one.
Cars and horses flew over the hill and saw some yurts. Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars.
Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. We invited a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us.
Her name is beautiful-Crystal Flower. She is from Chen Qi, Ewenki.
The master got off the horse and so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it.
We don't need Comrade Crystal Flower to translate. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same.
Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. When you say yours, I say mine, which generally means national unity and mutual assistance! Somehow, I got into the yurt.
Milk tea is poured, milk tofu is placed, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, and everyone is so affectionate and unconstrained. Soon, the hospitable host brought a large plate of mutton and milk wine.
The cadres of the commune toasted us, and the 70-year-old man toasted us. Exactly: blessings are often difficult to express, so don't forget each other when you raise your glass! We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate.
At this time, Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats and a little shy in generosity, came to sing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast.
Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile. After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances.
The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave.
Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? People's lives have changed, and everything on the grassland has also changed. Take yurts as an example. In the past, it was called a felt house, but today it is different. It is made of wood strips and straw, so that it can be cool in summer and modified in winter.
Look at these horses, both short and pithy Mongolian horses and new varieties of tall three-headed hippos. This kind of big horse is really decent. At first glance, people think of words like "Dragon and Horse Spirit" and want to ride it in Wan Li.
Cattle have also changed varieties, some of which weigh more than 1000 Jin and have breasts like small tanks. Cattle, fat grass and fragrant milk are like springs! Not grandiose.
There are both the original big-tailed sheep and the new breed of short-tailed fine-wool sheep in the flock. The former has good meat, while the latter has good hair. Yes, the prosperity of people and animals is one of the new phenomena on the grassland.
196 1 year1October 13 was published in People's Daily.
5. There is not a word describing clouds in the article Grassland.
Grassland: This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other places. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.
Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green.
The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. The green color is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds.
This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.
We visited Chenbaerhu Banner. The car walked 150 miles before reaching its destination.
One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands. Go 150 miles, or grassland.
Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around.
After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance-river! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip. Almost there, almost there.
Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain. Men, women and children dressed in various colors immediately danced like rainbows. This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away.
When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together.
The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts. Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars.
Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. The master got off the horse and so did we.
I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same.
Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. You say yours, I say mine. Generally speaking, it is national unity and mutual assistance.
Somehow, I got into the yurt. Pour milk tea, put milk tofu, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, very enthusiastic and not at home at all.
After a while, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton. The cadres toasted us, and the elderly in their 70s toasted us.
We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate. At this time, Ewenki girls wore pointy hats and were a little shy in generosity, singing folk songs for the guests.
Our fellow singers also sing very fast. Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile.
After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses.
The sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?
6. Poetry describing the grassland (1) Grassland, grassland
Grassland, grassland
The cradle of my life
Clear and sweet water is the milk that feeds me.
The fragrance of fragrant grass moistens my soul.
Holy and solid riding is my growth climb.
Grandma's smiling face is the source of my strength.
Every time I think of grassland, grassland
Think about the cradle of life.
Grassland, grassland
My lovely home
The vast grassland has given me a broad mind.
Beautiful mountains and rivers have given me a strong backbone.
The cold wind and snow gave me a strong character.
Grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength.
Every time I think of grassland, grassland
Think about that lovely home.
Grassland, grassland
Good wine, strong tea, infinite affection.
Miss you, grassland
The grassland I fell in love with
Missing you is a sweet memory.
Missing you is a bitter attachment.
I miss you so much.
The sky is blue, the earth is green, and the hearts are interlinked.
Miss you, grassland
The grassland in my heart
Missing you is a sweet memory.
Missing you is a bitter attachment.
Missing you makes me feel deep.
Always be with my mother and the blue sky
Eternal horizon
Grassland, grassland
My grassland
My green grassland
A grassland with flowers like the sea
Where I was born and raised.
You are the cradle of my life.
Grassland, grassland
My grassland
My sunshine grassland
Grassland moistened by rain and dew
Where I was born and raised.
You are the source of my strength.
Grassland, grassland
My grassland
My spring breeze caresses the grassland.
Autumn rippling grassland
Where I was born and raised.
You are my eternal warmth.
Grassland, grassland
My grassland
I sing beautiful and affectionate grasslands.
Grassland where horses gallop.
Where I was born and raised.
You in my heart forever.
7. Poetry describing Mongolian grassland: Poetry describing and praising grassland (turn)
Beautiful grassland
The grassland is a fresh Wan Liqing.
Bai Yunfei remains calm.
Blue sky and white clouds are the only thing.
Melo melts with a smile.
The grassland is vast and flocks of sheep.
The vast sea of clouds shines brightly.
From a distance came the sound of pastoral music and the flute driving camels.
Grassland love songs are absolutely beautiful.
Green mountains, green waters and strong mountains and rivers.
The clouds are light and the sky is low.
The beach is fresh and lush.
Vast and boundless spring.
Green is a good river and mountain.
Clear water, tender grass, cattle and sheep.
Jia Xiu is inaccessible.
Despair will make you drunk.
Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is wide.
Sing love songs in front of yurts
Relaxed songs were introduced into the family.
Happy friends came over.
Cui Cao LV qu Jing wan
Cattle and sheep flock together, dyeing mountains and rivers.
White clouds are floating in the blue waves
The herdsmen are happy.
Wandering home in the dusk
Cattle and sheep gathered in a pile.
White clouds do accounts, mountains hang.
Love shows virtue on earth.
Beautiful scenery and Lin Jingxin.
White clouds are fluttering.
Grassland can have this kind of fairyland.
When can I stop thinking about swimming?
The river is clear and full of light waves.
The stream gurgled and sang softly.
Cultivate cattle and sheep into clouds
Harvest * * * Celebrate joy.
Grassland Hongfeng Aoshanchuan
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and mountains and rivers rise.
Horses like to play on the hillside.
Niannian Happy Jubilance
8. Can the poem about grassland written by Lao She become a modern poem? Beautiful grassland
The grassland is a fresh Wan Liqing.
Bai Yunfei remains calm.
Blue sky and white clouds are the only thing.
Melo melts with a smile.
The grassland is vast and flocks of sheep.
The vast sea of clouds shines brightly.
From a distance came the sound of pastoral music and the flute driving camels.
Grassland love songs are absolutely beautiful.
Green mountains, green waters and strong mountains and rivers.
The clouds are light and the sky is low.
The beach is fresh and lush.
Vast and boundless spring.
Green is a good river and mountain.
Clear water, tender grass, cattle and sheep.
Jia Xiu is inaccessible.
Despair will make you drunk.
Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is wide.
Sing love songs in front of yurts
Relaxed songs were introduced into the family.
Happy friends came over.
Cui Cao LV qu Jing wan
Cattle and sheep flock together, dyeing mountains and rivers.
White clouds are floating in the blue waves
The herdsmen are happy.
Wandering home in the dusk
Cattle and sheep gathered in a pile.
White clouds do accounts, mountains hang.
Love shows virtue on earth.
Beautiful scenery and Lin Jingxin.
White clouds are fluttering.
Grassland can have this kind of fairyland.
When can I stop thinking about swimming?
The river is clear and full of light waves.
The stream gurgled and sang softly.
Cultivate cattle and sheep into clouds
Harvest * * * Celebrate joy.
Grassland Hongfeng Aoshanchuan
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and mountains and rivers rise.
Horses like to play on the hillside.
Niannian Happy Jubilance
9. Poem grass describes Mongolian grassland
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.
Spring mountain tourist map
Everyone said,
The shepherd boy is young.
That's me,
It's better to be alone.
Dream season,
There are many close friends.
Look:
Birds sing,
Fish can swim,
The horse ran away.
Spring is still here,
Beauty is ancient.
Unfortunately,
Old love is over.
Looking forward to the night,
Do you know that?/You know what?
There are:
Cloud,
Breeze,
The grass is green.
10. What are the poems describing grasslands? 1, Tang "stuffing"
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.
2,' Fengle Pavilion Youchun' Song Ouyang Xiu
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. Tourists, no matter how old they are, must walk down in front of the pavilion in spring.
3, "plug in" 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.
Beyond the Great Wall: 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, comfort 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.
"Fengle Pavilion Youchun": 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.
At this time, the west wind in Baorong is very cold, and the water plants that dew for grazing horses are very cold. There are only a few blankets in dribs and drabs, and there is no shadow of the conference semifinals.