Wudan's poem about Aobaoshan is 1. What are the poems about grassland?
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
Please introduce Aobaoshan Mountain. What is Aobao?
Aobao: (Alashan League and Bayannur League in western Inner Mongolia are also called Ebo) Mongolian: signpost, originally meant signpost, has an Aobao every ten miles.
The purpose is also mainly a pile of stones piled up in a relatively high place on the vast prairie. Some people put rafters on it and draw ribbons.
People know where they are when they see Aobao from a distance. Act as a signpost.
According to local custom, when people pass by Aobao, they should pick up a stone and put it on it. It was supposed to prevent stones from scattering. As time goes on, Aobao becomes bigger and bigger. Later, it became more and more mysterious and people began to worship it. People picked up a stone and made a wish on it: it is said that the wish will come true.
But to say that Aobao met, that's nothing, just the author's excuse. As long as he is a real Inner Mongolian, no one has ever seen him meet in Aobao until August 15, when the Lama recited scriptures in Aobao. Mongolians don't like Mid-Autumn Festival very much.
As for why. It has something to do with history.
3. What are the poems about grassland?
Beautiful grassland and fresh grassland, Wan Liqing Bai Yunfei Ferry is still calm, blue sky and white clouds are the only place where Melo laughs and melts grassland, vast sheep are in the vast sea of clouds, shepherds and camels take colorful photos, the flute is far away, the grassland love songs are beautiful, the mountains and green grass are thick, the sky is light and the beach is crisp and lush, the vast spring is green, the mountains and rivers are clear, the grass is tender and smooth, the cattle and sheep are happy, the scenery is beautiful and inaccessible. Wan Li has a clear sky, Wan Li Bay has flocks of cattle and sheep dyed mountains and rivers, and white clouds float in the blue waves. Herdsmen are happy. Nomadic cattle and sheep gather in a pile of white clouds to settle accounts. Mountains and rivers hang down on the earth, showing love and virtue. Lin Jingxin's white clouds are flying. When will there be such a fairyland on the grassland? When can I travel without thinking about river patrol? When can I sing softly, gently? Cattle and sheep grow into clouds? * * Celebrate the Happy Grassland. Hongfeng is proud of mountains and rivers. Cloud and Ma Zaishan waist play happily.
4. Arongqi Landscape Composition
My hometown is rich in products and beautiful scenery, and is called "the Pearl of Grassland". This place is beautiful. It is a little town on the prairie. Although it is not as big as Beijing and Shanghai, it has a rare cleanliness and beauty there. There is the well-known Aobao Mountain, and there are ancient temples on the mountain, which seems 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 and sing loudly on the grass, all of which constitute a beautiful picture on the grassland. The herdsmen here are hospitable, simple and kind. Whenever guests come, they will offer the most delicious milk and delicious koumiss to entertain guests, and offer warm wishes from the grassland people. In spring here, the ice and snow melt, everything recovers, and there are vibrant scenes everywhere. In summer here, the sun is scorching and the water is very dry. The tall and straight trees leave only a shady shade for people to enjoy the cool and rest. In autumn here, the water plants are abundant, the milk tea is fragrant, and the golden leaves are dancing in the forest like butterflies. It's snowy here in winter and white everywhere. Some children had snowball fights, others made snowmen and had a good time.
This is my hometown-beautiful xx.
5. Who can give me an article about wine lyricism?
Whenever it rains, my mood is always particularly refreshing. When it rains, my mood can always naturally enter a state: a person stands by the window, watching the raindrops fluttering outside the window, thinking about his own thoughts sinking into memory. It seems that only rain can melt the glaciers that have been frozen in 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 walk alone in the rain or in the rain, it is also the time when I miss you the most and care about you the most, and at this time I always want to anesthetize myself with alcohol.
In the anesthesia of alcohol, many past events that I missed, searched in my dreams and yearned for in my heart kept emerging in front of my eyes. With lingering thoughts and endless thoughts after drinking, it floats around in my mind without a trace of stability, just like a restless heart when I miss you. Too much experience in reality and dreams, and then gradually subsided. It took me so much to know.
"Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa, should immediately rush. You can't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many people fought in ancient times? " Gently pour, the transparent glass is filled with a little blurred and Leng Yan. Fragrant fragrance drips silently, infiltrating my lonely heart. I looked at the transparent red liquid in the glass like a drunk, reflecting the blush on my pale cheeks. Staring at the rain line floating in the sky outside the window, I feel a little fuzzy. The peach petals I have cultivated for many years are already there when I gently pick them.
I don't know how long I've been gone, but I went back to my refuge and leaned back on the soft sofa, as if I were still awake, with too many sleepless eyes, waiting for the faint dawn when I was tired, looking at the dark sky without stars and the moon and feeling sad alone; Standing in front of the window on a cool summer night, I can't see the blue sky, but I hear the sound of rain beating on the window lattice; Is my shadow really myself in the dim light of the room? Why did I leave only two lines of vague footprints in the mud I walked through?
I am really drunk. It is red wine that makes me indulge in my thoughts. This may mean that wine is not intoxicating, but everyone is drunk. Yes, for whom the flowers bloom and the flute blows, I have been intoxicated and half awake. How can I tell the difference? Between loneliness and loneliness, I have already disappeared in the original sunset, no longer chasing the shining moonlight 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, blue sky, white clouds and green grass, Aobao Mountain and Penggainuoer Lake, the red, white, yellow and blue wildflowers blooming by the lake I can't name, and the skirt with long hair, red, white and blue plaid in a pale white coat. I am happy.
I can't help asking myself in my heart: how many fantasies and feelings can I have when I am drunk? If I get drunk every day, I can write many good articles. At this time, the wine in my stomach poured out. ...
I don't know how long I've been gone, but I went back to my refuge and leaned back on the soft sofa, as if I were still awake, with too many sleepless eyes, waiting for the faint dawn when I was tired, looking at the dark sky without stars and the moon and feeling sad alone; Standing in front of the window on a cool summer night, I can't see the blue sky, but I hear the sound of rain beating on the window lattice; Is my shadow really myself in the dim light of the room? Why did I leave only two lines of vague footprints in the mud I walked through?
I am really drunk. It is red wine that makes me indulge in my thoughts. This may mean that wine is not intoxicating, but everyone is drunk. Yes, for whom the flowers bloom and the flute blows, I have been intoxicated and half awake. How can I tell the difference? Between loneliness and loneliness, I have already disappeared in the original sunset, no longer chasing the shining moonlight 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, blue sky, white clouds and green grass, Aobao Mountain and Penggainuoer Lake, the red, white, yellow and blue wildflowers blooming by the lake I can't name, and the skirt with long hair, red, white and blue plaid in a pale white coat. I am happy.
I can't help asking myself in my heart: how many fantasies and feelings can I have when I am drunk? If I get drunk every day, I can write many good articles. At this moment, the wine in my stomach poured out. ...
I have to write a poem for my hometown composition.
Examples of my hometown composition:
I have been to many places: Hongkong, Dalian, Qingdao, Shanghai and so on, but I like my hometown-a small village in fengcheng city best. The scenery there is charming 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. Wild flowers on the grass are colorful: red, green, white and blue, with different shapes. The trees on the mountain grow new branches and green leaves. The azalea on the mountain also opened a red smiling face. Clusters, clusters, like fiery red fireworks, stand out. The farmer uncle in the field worked hard to transplant rice seedlings and watched the green seedlings dance with the wind. A happy smile appeared on the farmer's uncle's face.
In summer, vegetation is lush. The grass grows very energetic, and it still stands on the grass when the breeze blows. Trees have grown more luxuriantly, and the twigs, which 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 "knows all day long!" Know! "Screaming. Swimming is of course indispensable in summer. Every afternoon, children jump into the river naked, some enjoy a water fight, some learn to swim with the help of adults, and some are "planing dogs" 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 hard-earned rice, everyone's face is filled with the joy of harvest. Fruit trees are also a harvest scene: pomelo trees are big and round, sweet and delicious; The pears on the pear tree exude attractive fragrance, which makes people drool; You pushed and touched the oranges and persimmons on the tree, bending the tree father.
In winter, it is wrapped in silver. 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 for the rice field. What a beautiful snowman the children have made! Two snowballs, one big and one small, the big one is a body, the small one is a head, two branches are hands, a long carrot is a nose, two round buttons are big eyes, and an iron bucket is a hat. Looks like Pinocchio in Pinocchio, and looks like the iron bucket "zombie" in Plants vs Zombies. Some children had a good time playing snowballs and snowball fights in the snow.
My hometown is a beautiful picture all year round. Welcome to my hometown!