Poems about Aobaoshan Mountain in wudan 1. What are the poems about grassland
Beautiful grassland
Fresh grassland
Bai Yunfei crossing is still calm
Blue sky and white clouds are the only ones
Meilu laughs and melts
The grassland is vast and sheep flock
The vast sea of clouds shines people
. Unparalleled
the green hills and mountains are flourishing
the clouds are light and the sky is low. Good sight
The beaches are crisp and lush.
The vast expanse of spring is overflowing.
The water is clear, the grass is tender, the cattle and sheep are happy.
The beautiful scenery is beautiful and lonely.
The desperate situation will make you drunk.
Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is broad.
Singing love songs in front of yurts. Groups of dyed mountains and rivers
White clouds float in the blue waves
The herdsmen are happy and happy
The dusk is boundless and nomadic
Cattle and sheep gather in a pile
White clouds make accounts, mountains and rivers hang
The earth shows virtue with love
Beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful forests and new forests
White clouds are fluttering and dying
The grassland can have this fairyland
. Harvest * * * Celebrate Qi and be happy
The grassland is red and the mountains and rivers are proud
The mountains and rivers are full of clouds
The horses are happy to play on the hillside
Happy and festive year after year
2. Please introduce Aobao Mountain. What is Aobao
Aobao: (Alashan League and Bayannaoer League in western Inner Mongolia are also called Ebo) Mongolian: road signs.
it is also mainly used as a pile of stones piled up in a relatively high place on the boundless prairie. Some put rafters on them and draw ribbons.
When people see Aobao from a distance, they know where they are. Act as a signpost.
According to local customs, people should pick up a stone and put it on it when they pass by Aobao. Originally, it was to prevent the stones from falling. Over time, the Aobao became taller and bigger. Later, it became more and more mysterious, and everyone began to worship it. People picked a stone and made a wish on it: it is said that the wish will come true.
However, it's not true that Aobao met. It's just the author's excuse. As long as he is a real Inner Mongolian, no one has ever seen Aobao meet, until the Lama recited the scriptures there on August 15th. Mongolians don't like Mid-Autumn Festival very much.
as for why. Have something to do with history.
3. What are the poems about grassland
Beautiful grassland and grassland are fresh. Wan Liqing Bai Yunfei Ferry is still calm. Blue sky and white clouds are the only ones. Merlot laughs and melts the grassland. Vast flocks of sheep are in the vast sea of clouds. People take pictures of shepherds and drive camels. Far grassland love songs are beautiful. The mountains and mountains are strong, the clouds are light and the sky is low. The beaches are crisp and lush. The vast spring heart is green. The rivers and mountains are clear, the grass is tender, the cattle and sheep are happy. The scenery is beautiful and lonely. The immortal Wan Li is Friends who sing love songs and light songs in front of ancient bags are laughing and laughing. Crisp grass and green winding paths lead to flocks of cattle and sheep dyeing mountains and rivers and white clouds floating in Biboli. Herdsmen are happy and happy. The nomadic cattle and sheep gather in a pile of white clouds to make accounts. Mountains and rivers hang on the earth. Love shows virtue, mountains and rivers are beautiful, and Lin Jingxin's white clouds are fluttering and dying. When can there be this fairyland? When can I travel without thinking about patrolling the river, clear the light waves and streams, and sing light songs to raise cattle and sheep into clouds? * * Celebrate the joy of grassland, Hongfeng
4. Composition about the scenery of Arong Banner
My hometown is rich in products and beautiful scenery, and it is called "the pearl of grassland". This place is beautiful xx. It is a small grassland town, although not as big as Beijing and Shanghai, but it has a rare cleanliness and beauty there. There is the well-known Aobao Mountain here, and there are ancient temples on the mountain, as if to introduce the history of Xilinhot to people. The grassland here is the most beautiful, the green grassland is endless, the grassland is dotted with white sheep, and the herdsmen ride horses on the grass to sing loudly, all of which constitute a beautiful picture on the grassland. The herdsmen here are warm and hospitable, simple and kind. Whenever guests come, they will offer the most delicious milk and delicious koumiss to entertain them, and offer the warm wishes of the grassland people. In the spring here, the ice and snow melt and everything recovers, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere. In summer here, the sun is scorching and the water is dry. And the tall and straight trees, leaving only a covered shade for people to enjoy the cool and rest. In autumn here, the water plants are plump, the milk tea is fragrant, and the golden leaves are flying in the forest like butterflies. It's snowy in winter here, and it's white everywhere. Some children had snowball fights, others made snowmen and had fun.
this is my hometown-beautiful xx.
5. Who can give me an article about wine lyricism?
Whenever it rains in the sky, my mood is always particularly refreshing. When it rains, my mind can always naturally enter a realm: a person stands in front of the window, watching the dripping rain outside the window, while thinking about his own thoughts that have sunk in memory. It seems that only rain can melt the glaciers that have been frozen in the depths of my heart for many years. When it rains, I always want to melt myself into the rain, or stand or walk in the rain. Whenever I am baptized by the rain alone or walk in the rain, it is also the time when I miss you the most and care about you the most. At this time, I always want to anesthetize myself with alcohol.
The anesthesia of alcohol evokes many past events that have been sealed in my heart. Seeking in dreams and yearning in hearts are constantly emerging in front of my eyes. With lingering thoughts and endless thoughts filled with wine, they are floating around in my mind, without a trace of stability, just like my restless heart when I miss you. There have been too many experiences in reality and dreams, and then they gradually subsided. Only after experiencing so many hardships can I appreciate the beauty of the rainbow, but I have experienced it in the wind and rain. Pour lightly, the transparent glass is filled with a little blurred and Leng Yan. The delicate fragrance is dripping silently, infiltrating my lonely heart. I look at the transparent red liquid in the glass like a drunk, reflecting the blush on my pale cheek. I feel a little blurred when I stare at the rain line floating in the sky outside the window. When I gently pick it up, There have been yellow marks on it.
I don't know how long I've been gone, but I'm back to my shelter harbor, leaning on the soft sofa, like I'm awake from sleep, with too many sleepless eyes, waiting for the faint dawn when I'm tired, looking at the dark sky without stars and moons, feeling sad alone; Standing in front of the window in the cool summer night, I can't see the blue sky, but I hear the sound of rain hitting the window lattice; Is my shadow really myself under the dim light in the room? Why are there only two lines of vague footprints left in the mud that I have walked through?
I'm really drunk. It's the red wine that makes me drunk in my thoughts. This may be that everyone gets drunk if the wine doesn't make people drunk. Yes, for whom the flowers bloom and the flute plays, I'm always between drunk and half awake. How can I tell the difference? Between loneliness and loneliness, I have already disappeared in the initial sunset, no longer chasing the moonlight shining in the future, no longer picking up those sad memories; However, what I can't stop is the dream, which brings me back to the vast Su Nite prairie, the blue sky, white clouds and lush grass, as well as Aobao Mountain and Penggainuoer Lake, as well as the red, white, pink, yellow and blue wildflowers blooming by the lake that I can't name, and the skirt with long hair and red, white and blue plaid. The girl who picked wild flowers while running happily ...
I couldn't help asking myself in my heart: I can still have so many fantasies and feelings after being drunk. If only I were drunk every day, I would write a lot of good articles. At this moment, the wine in my belly surged up fiercely ...
I don't know how long it took, and I returned to my shelter in a daze and leaned on the soft sofa. Standing in front of the window in the cool summer night, I can't see the blue sky, but I hear the sound of rain hitting the window lattice; Is my shadow really myself under the dim light in the room? Why are there only two lines of vague footprints left in the mud that I have walked through?
I'm really drunk. It's the red wine that makes me drunk in my thoughts. This may be that everyone gets drunk if the wine doesn't make people drunk. Yes, for whom the flowers bloom and the flute plays, I'm always between drunk and half awake. How can I tell the difference? Between loneliness and loneliness, I have already disappeared in the initial sunset, no longer chasing the moonlight shining in the future, no longer picking up those sad memories; However, what I can't stop is the dream, which brings me back to the vast Su Nite prairie, the blue sky, white clouds and lush grass, as well as Aobao Mountain and Penggainuoer Lake, as well as the red, white, pink, yellow and blue wildflowers blooming by the lake that I can't name, and the skirt with long hair and red, white and blue plaid. The girl who was running happily while picking wild flowers ...
I couldn't help asking myself in my heart: I can still have so many fancies and feelings after being drunk. If I were drunk every day, I would surely write many good articles. At this moment, the wine in my stomach surged violently ...
6. I have to compile a poem for my hometown composition
Example of my hometown composition:
The scenery there is attractive and picturesque all year round, which makes people linger.
in spring, everything comes back to life. The grass quietly poked its head out of the soil and looked around curiously. The wild flowers on the grass are colorful: red, green, white and blue, with various shapes. The trees on the mountain shoot out new branches and grow green leaves. Yingshanhong on the mountain also opened a red smiling face. Clusters, clusters, like fiery red fireworks, are particularly eye-catching. The farmer uncle in the field worked hard to transplant rice seedlings and watched the green seedlings dance with the wind. The farmer uncle's face showed a happy smile.
in summer, the vegetation is lush. The grass grows exceptionally energetic, and the breeze blows, and it still stands upright on the grass. Trees have grown more lush, and the small branches that were tender and short have now become hard and thick; The leaves that used to be small and tender are now big and green. The cicada in the tree "cicada all day long!" Know! " Screaming incessantly. Of course, swimming is indispensable in summer. Every afternoon, the children jump into the river naked, some enjoy a water fight, some learn to swim with the help of adults, and some are "dog planing" with swimming rings!
In autumn, the grass is yellow, not as delicate as spring, nor as tenacious as summer. Now it is like a dying old man, standing there quietly waiting for the end of his life. Autumn is also the harvest season of rice fields, and farmers' uncles are busy again-harvesting, threshing and screening. Looking at the rice exchanged for hard work, everyone's face is filled with the joy of harvest. Fruit trees are also a scene of bumper harvest: grapefruit trees are big and round, sweet and delicious; The pears on the pear tree exude an attractive fragrance, which makes people drool; You pushed and touched the oranges and persimmons on the tree, bending the father of the tree.
in winter, it's wrapped in white. Snowflakes danced in the air and landed on the tree, like putting a white cotton-padded jacket on the tree; Falling in the rice field is like laying a thick quilt on the rice field. What a beautiful snowman the children made! Two snowballs, one big and one small, the big one is the body, the small one is the head, two branches are the hands, a long carrot is the nose, two round buttons are the big eyes, and an iron bucket is the hat. It looks like Pinocchio in Pinocchio and the iron barrel "Zombie" in Plants vs Zombies. Some children have snowballs and snowball fights in the snow and have fun.
My hometown is a beautiful picture all year round. Welcome to my hometown!