1, the endless grass on the plain, with each season coming and going, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze. 2. Ancient poetry-Yuefu (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. 3. A river is green, and the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers. 4. The yellow carpet quietly turns green, and the ancient plains release the autumn sound without words. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight. 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. 6. There is no trace of the sunset, and the hills with trees are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. 7. What's the deep suspicion about the feather color of Lv Qi crow and Saibei grassland? 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. 8. Saibei Prairie Poems: The words have really aroused the public's doubts, and black is even more attractive. 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.
2. Poetry related to grassland Modern Poetry 1: Dreaming back to grassland
Author: Flying Song of Grassland
I miss it.
Beautiful grassland, vast grassland
Yes/yes
the beauty of the ger
Sweet milk tea
Guests feel at home.
I like ...
Green grassland in spring
Yes/yes
Simple and honest herder
beautiful girl
treat cordially
I like it.
The fresh grassland in summer
Yes/yes
White sheep
blue sky
Baiyun Duo Duo
I like ...
Grassland with crisp autumn air.
Yes/yes
A fat steed
An elegant rider
casual
My dearest person
Snow-covered grasslands in winter
Yes/yes
Fertile soil
A frolicking child
Cultivate hope
I am eager
Beautiful grassland, vast grassland
over there
Boundless and unrestrained.
fascinating
Chapter 2: Grassland remains the same.
Author: prairie lark
from morning to night
That herd of cattle
Like a still life in a landscape painting
Day after day
Only the clouds in the sky are changing.
The best time of the year
A little bit.
The grassland remains the same.
Time is the same.
Chapter three: charming grassland
Author: depressed wolf
How many times have I begged?
Keep your strongest arm in my memory.
The wildness of horseback riding
Leave Baiyun with the most intimate femininity.
Listen to the roar coming and going.
My mind is like a runaway wild horse.
Mercedes-benz is in your state of mind that has been abandoned for a hundred years.
In the eyes of horseshoes
Will shine with the passion I long for
Fluffy hair and free and easy mane
Mix into the most romantic picture.
In the clearest voice of the shepherd
Missed a road that I forgot when I came.
perhaps
Deep in white clouds
Still stay in my dry love.
My withered feelings are still flowing.
On the carved saddle
Echoes the infatuation and confusion that we have been longing for for for too long.
Wake up at that moment
I am in your broad and thick arms.
My heart has fallen asleep
3. Articles and ancient poems describing the grassland: the sky is grey, the wilderness is vast, and the wind is blowing (reading "fairy" and "today": showing) the song of cattle and sheep, I don't know the north and south, and the mountains are at the foot of the 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.
"Beyond the Great Wall" Tang hunted Tianjiao and lived outside Yan, and 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.
"On the Line" Tang Bao melts the west wind with strong muscles and strong horns, revealing the coldness of grazing horses and aquatic plants. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
In the Tang Dynasty, "Bian Chun", a tall article, 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.
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.
On a sunny day in March in Liang Yusheng, the warbler croaked and asked who was happy. I watched the vast grasslands in the north of Saibei and admired the sons of the Five Mausoleums in the south of Shen Zui. Do you remember being crazy like a beggar? Where is the doubt that Lingyun dimly discernible sea condenses light? Listen to the roar of Wu Cheng and sing how far the grassland is in the dream by the jade bow. /I have been thinking about the grassland for many years. Such an idea seems to be an innate instinct and desire.
When a person's soul is immersed in a natural environment for a long time, does his blood also have some characteristics suitable for this environment? I think, in my last life, I must have ridden tame or wild horses in the depths of a vast grassland, walked through colorful grassland wildflowers, and perhaps sang heroic and desolate Tibetan songs all the way, making the clouds tremble and fly in the song ... Everyone who knows me knows that this is my dream for too long. When I hear the word "grassland" flowing from my heart, most people will advise me in a disdainful tone: What is good about grassland?
It is nothing more than a large monotonous grassland, and occasionally a hill will pop up. Better go somewhere else.
In such a statement, my heart is almost painful. "To love someone is to love him all."
By analogy, if you love a place, you will love its four seasons and everything about it. It's like a child looking at his mother. She is the most beautiful woman in the world.
And the grassland I miss is really like my mother. The farther away I am, the more outstanding the unique beauty from imagination becomes. In fact, from the moment I set foot on the grassland, I was not very clear about how I should behave to express my long-term thoughts.
"Elephants are invisible", so, should all emotions be silent? When I really become a wanderer returning from the grassland, should I jump into her generous and desolate chest and cry bitterly, or should I hold back my sadness and joy and look at her quietly and affectionately, so that my lifelong yearning and yearning can be fully revealed through my eyes? A dream, after years of hard work; A kind of yearning, an emotion that has tortured for half a life, always implies some special reasons. Otherwise, how to face the time of life? In this nostalgia, I imagined myself merging into the grassland life countless times: riding a fast and vigorous horse, whipping my hooves and flying to the endless horizon; Set up a tent and become a traditional, simple and kind-hearted beautiful grassland woman in the fragrance of grass and milk tea; With a lover who has known each other for a lifetime, with all his time and imagination, he has achieved a classic, handed down and immortal grassland love story ... It seems that the dream has reached the extreme of beauty.
And how far is the grassland in my dream from my life? I finally made up my mind to feel this distance with my body and soul at the same time and narrow it, otherwise, there will be great regrets in my life. At the beginning of October, in the thick autumn colors, I embarked on a journey to return to the grassland. On the winding road in the mountainous area, I took a car instead of walking, and I was deeply immersed in my dream. A pair of wise eyes looked at my pious heart and could not help but shed tears.
God, at this time, it began to rain, a drop, a burst, cold, fell in my warm and soft heart. My heart began to cool down gradually.
But there is a trace of hot air that refuses to disperse: perhaps the particles of autumn sunshine are floating on the grassland, and the fragrance of autumn sunshine is diffuse. With the support of this ray of hope, I will continue to move towards the grassland of my dreams.
There was a pop song in the car at that time, and the singer's melancholy voice was full of sadness: "I thought of you in the rain;" In the evening, I miss you ... "At that time, I thought my grassland would break through the fog of misty rain and walk into my vision full of longing with a vigorous attitude. The car drove through numerous dangerous beaches and entered Maoxian, which will be a completely strange journey from now on.
I will take back my thoughts immersed in dreams. Because I know very well that there will be some unpredictable scenery and scenes on many strange roads.
I must pay full attention to this realistic time and space where I am, and seize some experiences that I may have never experienced in this strange journey. The intensity of the mountains is still the same as those before; Water still has the coldness and gentleness of water before; Road, but already muddy.
Eyes staring at the scenery outside the window, the body obviously feels the difficulty of walking. Reality and dreams are two different fields of life.
In reality, hard work and a brave smile. In the dream, there are faint tears flashing.
This may be the true feeling of most living people. I don't know what would happen if I had some unusual ideas about dreams may come.
The grassland in my dream finally appeared in my mind with a distant gesture. This is the end. The car is stuck in the thick and soft mud like a stranded ship, so it can't get in or back.
Rolling down the window, looking at the mushy soil outside the window, a sigh curled up in my heart: this is the end! Those deep ruts that have been run over by trucks have become the only ones that stop the dream trip. The nobility of the soul is at a loss in front of the 50-meter-long dirt road.
There is too much unfathomable mud on the road ahead. If you retire, you just need to retire to the time when you first entered the mud. Although it is difficult to retreat, at least it can make people see the difficulty.
4. The poem "Prairie Dream" describing the grassland
The morning when the sun awakens the dew.
My bag is full of dust.
Has been combed clean by the grassland wind.
I finally meet you.
Green in my dream
The vastness and emptiness in the dream
God, it's so blue.
Clouds, so white and pure.
I lay wandering on the grass wave.
Looking for your own summer
The grass slope is very close.
They will hold hands forever.
They will love each other forever.
Look at their feet.
It has been going on.
Open, pure and brilliant.
Buckwheat flower
That's a blessing from God.
This is a testimony of love.
Forgive the cow for wagging its tail leisurely.
That is their carefree happiness.
I don't know how to express it.
Forgive the horse's running.
In such a big temple.
Who doesn't want to fly all his life?
And flocks of sheep.
Forgive them for disturbing the peace of the grassland for a moment.
They are spoiled children here.
They can't live without a lush home.
Walking barefoot into the grassland at night
Grassland night
I hope I'm not disturbing your peace.
Let me sit under the silent and twinkling stars
Sing the poem I gave you.
It can't describe one tenth of your beauty.
Just a wanderer eager to return.
I want to call you mom.
Of course, I will also play a song of missing.
Let this melancholy whistle take away my care.
give her
5. Poem describing Inner Mongolia prairie, "Farewell" Tang.
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
2, "Wuyi Lane" Yuxi, Liu Tang
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
3, "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang 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.
4. "Song of Chile" is famous all over the country.
Chilechuan at the foot of 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 Drizzle" Tang Hanyu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
6, "Occasionally beginning of spring" Song Zhangshi
There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
7. Looking at Xixi in Chuzhou, Wu Ying, Tang Wei
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
8, "Beishan" An Shi of Wang Song
Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went 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. Don
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.
10 "Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion" Song Ouyang Xiu
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.
1 1, "Send Liu Jia" 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.
12, "insert" 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.
13, "Bian Chun" Tang Gaopian
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.
6. Describe Hulunbeier grassland poems 1, Chilechuan, Yinshan. 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. -"Song of Chile"-Anonymous in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
At the foot of Yinshan Mountain is the vast plain of Chile. The sky in Chilechuan looks like a felt tent where herders live. Its four sides are connected with the earth, the blue sky is endless, and the green Yuan Ye is endless. When the wind blows to the grass, flocks of cattle and sheep appear and disappear.
2. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless. -"Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion III"-Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty
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.
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Fu Degu Cao Yuan Farewell"
How lush the long grass is, it turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring.
4, when the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the autumn plain is easy to hide. -"Stuffing" Tang
Under the dusk clouds, the vast desert gallops, and in autumn, the vast plain has just taken a sculpture.
5, 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. -"Bian Chun" by Gao Pian in the Tang Dynasty
Spring has arrived, the grass is green, the hip flask is tilted and a glass of wine is filled. The songs everyone sang were loud and clear, drifting with the wind, as if they knew how heavy the mountain was.
7. Modern Poetry on the Grassland [Modern Poetry] The morning on the grassland is golden, the morning on the grassland is golden, and the morning on the grassland is golden. Apollo, who was driving a carriage, woke up with Jin Jian from a deep sleep and gave off a dazzling light. The white fog on the beautiful grassland gradually disappears, and everything on the earth is spiritually rising. Flowers sway in the breeze, and flocks of cattle and sheep are carefree. Birds are singing old songs in the fresh air. I rode a white horse across the grassland alone, holding out my golden fingers and turning everything into gold. At this moment, I am the king of all things. I don't care about making stones sing and flowers fly. I threw the gold behind me, holding a white horse in my hand, and strutted across Malantou grassland. Your light footsteps step on the wetland I have never been to. At this time, the song of missing hangs on the strings. A flock of birds spread their wings on the grass and the wind swam in the sky. Countless pairs of eyes seem to notice your charm. This is Malan in a few months, waiting for you to fly out of the boundary of memory. The rainy season has quietly arrived. I will foolishly count your discarded feathers under the sky. Wang Weike, you fluctuate into a light green posture, delicate expression, and your skin meets the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, clean and unrestrained soul. In the depressed vanity city, I feel and yearn 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 make the hope of life possible. Endure the bad effects of sandstorms. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, clear springs, wild flowers, beautiful swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The primitive state continues here, and the innocent heart 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 been 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 want to be buried quietly by rolling yellow sand one day. Your experience makes me sad. (1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life. Clear and sweet running water is the milk that feeds me. The faint scent of grass moistens my heart. Holy and solid riding is the smiling face that my grandmother expects when I grow up and the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland reminds me of the cradle of life. Grassland, my lovely home, vast grassland, gave me a broad mind, beautiful mountains and rivers, gave me a strong backbone, chilly snow, and gave me a strong character. Grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home. Grassland, grassland, fragrant tea, deep affection, infinite thoughts of you, grassland, grassland, grassland, I love. You are a sweet memory, you are a bitter attachment. When I miss you, I miss you. The sky is blue and my heart is green. I miss you. The grassland in my heart is sweet. I miss you. When I think of you, I deeply love my mother, accompanied by the blue sky, to the eternal grassland, grassland, grassland with green waves like flowers, where I live and raise. You are the cradle of my life, grassland, grassland, grassland with sunshine and rain, moist grassland. You are the source of my strength, grassland, grassland, my grassland, grassland with spring breeze and rippling eyes, where I was born and raised, you are my forever warm grassland, grassland, grassland with beautiful songs and galloping horses, where I was born and raised, and you are in my heart forever.
8. Poems about Grassland Beautiful grassland is fresh, Wan Liqing Bai Yunfei Ferry is still calm, and blue sky and white clouds are the only way to melt grassland. The vast sheep are in the vast sea of clouds, people take colorful photos, shepherds drive camels, flutes are far away, and grassland love songs are absolutely beautiful. The mountains are strong, the grass is strong, the clouds are light and the sky is low, and the beach is crisp and green. The vast spring is green, the rivers and mountains are clear, the grass is tender, the cattle and sheep are happy, the scenery is beautiful, and people are lonely. Love songs and light songs sung in front of the vast yurts in Wan Li have reached friends' homes. Laughter, crisp grass and winding paths, cattle and sheep dyed mountains and rivers in groups, white clouds floating in blue waves. Herdsmen are happy. At dusk, nomads return to cattle and sheep to settle accounts with a pile of white clouds. Mountains and rivers hang down on the earth to show their love. Beautiful mountains and rivers show their beauty. Lin Jingxin's white clouds are flying. When will there be such a fairyland? When can I swim without thinking about patrolling the river? Qingbo Stream sings and raises cattle and sheep into the clouds to reap a bumper harvest * * * Qingqi Happy Grassland Hongfeng proud mountains and rivers rise from the clouds. Happy and festive years on the hillside are ancient 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 am confused and sad. Can only look at the old imagination. Numb human beings have lost their conscience, which is hard to fill. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by rolling yellow sand. Your experience makes me sad. 2. "Wuyi Lane" The Zhuque Bridge in Yuxi, Liu Tang is overgrown with weeds, and the sunset in 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! .