The grassland is fresh and clear and clear
The white clouds fly across calmly
This is the only blue sky and white clouds
Meilu is melting with laughter
The vast grassland is full of sheep
The vast sea of ??clouds is colorful
The shepherd girl drives the camel and the sound of the flute is far away
The love song of the grassland is exquisite
< p>Green mountains and steep ridges with strong grassA beautiful scene with clear clouds and low sky
The tidal flats are crisp and lush
The vastness is filled with the heart of spring
Green rivers and mountains
Clear water, tender grass and cattle and sheep
Beautiful scenery and rare sights
Despair will make the gods drunk
Thousands of miles of clear sky Thousands of miles wide
Singing love songs in front of the yurt
Light songs spread into homes
Happy friends smile
Crispy grass and green winding paths Bay
Herds of cattle and sheep stain the mountains and rivers
White clouds float in the blue waves
The herdsmen are happy with boundless happiness
The nomadic return at dusk
p>Cows and sheep fatten together in a pile
White clouds make tents for mountains and rivers to hang on
The earth is devoted to show virtue
The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the forests are quiet and new
< p>The white clouds are fluttering and the soul is about to dieCan the grassland have such a fairyland
When can I swim without thinking about patrolling
The river is clear and the waves are flowing
The stream trickles and sings soft songs
Raising cattle and sheep into clouds
Happy harvest celebrations
Prairie red maple proud of the mountains and rivers
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The mountains and rivers are slowly rising into clouds
The horses are playing happily on the mountainside
Joy and celebration year after year
Ancient Poetry - Yuefu·(Chilechuan) < /p>
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the wind blows and you can see cattle and sheep.
Modern Poetry
Grassland Wen/Wang Weike
You rise and fall into a posture
You have tender green skin with delicate expression
< p>Welcoming the call of life and TenggerGod’s care and acceptance
This vast and vast geography
Let free blood blend into the body
Clean body and mind, unrestrained soul
I am in the depressing and empty city
Feeling and yearning for your self-esteem
You are The most beautiful scenery in my heart
How I hope one day
Your limbs can spread in all directions
Work hard
Let life Hope can swallow up those
The bad effects of sandstorms
The vast territory of vigorous horses
The beauty of clear springs and wild flowers
Swaying reeds, flying swans
Fat sheep, simple herdsmen
Rich mare’s milk, delicious meat
The original state continues here
Pure hearts thrive here
You are God’s gift to kindness
Sinful humans are poisoning you ignorantly
You are a confused person Paradise in your eyes
The cruel reality destroys you mercilessly
Your source has become turbid and dirty
Your face has become haggard and yellow
Who buried your beauty ignorantly
You are confused in my eyes now
Sad eyes can only watch
The old days Imagine
The numb human beings have lost all their conscience
Human beings with insatiable desires
You really hope that one day
Be swept away by the rolling yellow sand Bury quietly
Your experience makes me sad
Three prairie poems
(1)
The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green lawn , Gu Yuan was speechless and expressed the sound of autumn.
The sunset is broken by the horse's hooves, and I lie down and sing Aobao to wait for the moon to shine.
(2)
The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting.
The boundless greenery is surrounded by sheep grazing, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night.
(3)
The setting sun cannot be seen, and the hills and trees are all dyed yellow.
Don’t forget that the old cow has returned to be full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.
Qilv·Crow·Hesaibeicao
Why is the feather color so deep? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations!
We are dependent on each other, and blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no misfortunes or misfortunes.
The crows are noisy in the trees but there is no final song, and the crows are crows and the moon is falling.
It is hard to determine whether one is simple and elegant, but a great wise man is as wise as a fool.
Poetry from Saibei Grassland:
His true words arouse public suspicion, and wearing black even attracts slander.
Those who foresee blessings and misfortunes are eager to repay them, but they are turned upside down by wisdom and foolishness.
Taking meat in one’s mouth and singing songs will make people laugh; throwing stones and drinking water will make people laugh.
It is up to him to praise and criticize, but the branches still speak freely.
Ancient poems describing the grassland
1. The grass in Lili Plain dries up and flourishes every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.
2. Ancient Poetry - Yuefu·(Chile Song)
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
3. The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.
4. The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn. Horse hooves trample the setting sun to pieces, lying down singing Aobao to wait for the moon to shine.
5. The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting. The boundless greenery is surrounded by sheep grazing, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night.
6. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the shadows of mountains and trees are all dyed yellow. Don't forget that the old cow has returned and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.
7. Qilv·Crow·Hesaibei Grassland
Why is the plumage so dark? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! Depending on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no undue disasters or misfortunes.
The crows are noisy in the trees but there is no final song, and the crows are crows and the moon is falling.
It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as foolish as the great sage