Prairie style hymn

The sky under the Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan is like a vault, and the sky is full of fields. The wind blows grass, and the modern poetry of cattle and sheep is low. Wang Weike, you have become a light green posture, with delicate expression, and your skin meets the call of life, which is protected and collected by 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 spring has become muddy and dirty. Your face has turned yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now, in my eyes, I am confused and sad. 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 makes me sad. (1) The yellow carpet quietly turns green on the lawn, and the ancient plain is silent with autumn sounds. 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) Don't look at the setting sun, the mountains and plains are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. What's suspicious about the feathers of Lv Qi, Crow and Saibei Grass? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble. Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage. Attached to the Saibei grassland poem: the truth of the words arouses public doubts, and the color black is more pleasing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity. Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely. A pile of grassland poems [Author: Chen Guanglin article input: Li] (1) Grassland Grassland The cradle of my life is clear and sweet water, which nurtures my milk, fragrant grass, faint fragrance and nourishes my heart. Holy and solid horseback riding is the smiling face that my grandmother expects to climb the mountain and the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, I think of the cradle of my life. Grassland, my lovely home, vast grassland, gave me spacious. The beautiful mountains and rivers in my chest gave me a strong backbone, the cold snow gave me a strong character, and my grandmother's hardships gave me eternal strength. Every time I think of grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, grassland, wine and tea. I miss you infinitely, grassland, grassland I love. I miss you as a sweet memory. I miss you as a blue-green heart. I miss you as a grassland in my heart. I miss you as a sweet memory. When I think of you, I am deeply attached to my mother, with the blue sky, to the forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland with green waves, forever grassland with flowers like the sea, where I was born and raised. You are the cradle of my life, the grassland with sunshine forever, the grassland with rain and dew forever, the grassland with my eyes forever. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, my grassland, my beautiful grassland and galloping grassland. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. You are my eternal place. (2) Homesickness, give me a white cloud, float to the Saibei Plateau with affection and homesickness, give me a spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain, give me a canal of river water, flow to the Saibei Plateau with songs, give me a bright moon, and hang to the Saibei Plateau with life. The night in the original plateau is more beautiful, and the moon in my hometown is brighter. (3) The pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea. Listening to that sweet song, accompanied by that deep and sacred pasture of horses and lambs, gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to the affectionate pasture in my dreams. The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. My father's love helped me get on the horse. How much expectation did my mother give me? The vast pasture has given me an open mind and deep feelings. How much courage did the ranch give me? My hometown ranch is the source of wisdom in the cradle of my life. I will never forget the sacred pasture where I was born and raised. (4) The cool breeze on the plateau accompanied me to sing a beautiful horse in the green field. I rode the wind to soar on the mighty plateau. The blue sky and the broad eagle made me soar, the blue waves billowed, the green peaks rose, the mountains rose, and my eyebrows rose under the lightning of the grassland. A sleepy poet has a vast grassland, and you are like a piano sleeping beside a flax mane. The grassland is vast and goes deep into the interior. I turned off the distant light with tired eyes. Grassland night, I was a guest in Dangxiong's felt bag. Matthew bent down to make tea, just like a river bending through the sleeping silence. Or, in the inland night of Marthinsen, the lake lifted a huge spoon and poured it into the mouth of the world, and my hand crossed the darkness at the end of the vast grassland-Dawa girl, I want it. Talking with you all night, under the light of your morning light, everything is silent. Farewell to the ancient grass (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. Poems on the grassland of Saibei: the authenticity of words arouses public doubts, and black is more flattering. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity. Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.