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 move 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.
2. About ancient grassland 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 have a confused and sad look. 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 has made me feel sad about the grassland (Lao She) since I was a child. I have seen the saying that "the sky is grey, the fields are boundless, the wind is blowing, and only cattle and sheep are seen". This once had a bad influence, making people afraid to go north.
This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other days. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.
Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green.
The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like boneless paintings, only rendered in green, not outlined with a pen. So, green is flowing everywhere, gently flowing into the clouds.
This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.
Zisai, Zisai, who said that? This is a jade world. Even Jiangnan may not have such scenery! We visited the animal husbandry commune in Chenbaerhu Banner.
The bus traveled 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands.
Go 150 miles, or grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere.
When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around. After walking for a long time, I saw a winding belt in the distance, as bright as glass.
River! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip. Soon, soon to the commune.
Suddenly, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain, as if a gust of wind was blowing. Men, women and children immediately put on all kinds of clothes, and horses danced like rainbows. This is the host coming from dozens of miles away to welcome guests from afar.
When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. Quiet grassland, lively: cheers, cars, hooves, ringing into one.
Cars and horses flew over the hill and saw some yurts. Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars.
Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. We invited a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us.
Her name is beautiful-Crystal Flower. She is from Chen Qi, Ewenki.
The master got off the horse, so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it.
We don't need Comrade Crystal Flower to translate. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same.
Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. When you say yours, I say mine, which generally means national unity and mutual assistance! Somehow, I got into the yurt.
Milk tea is poured, milk tofu is placed, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, and everyone is so affectionate and unconstrained. Soon, the hospitable host brought a large plate of mutton and milk wine.
The cadres of the commune toasted us, and the 70-year-old man toasted us. Exactly: blessings are often difficult to express, so don't forget each other when you raise your glass! We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate.
At this time, Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats and a little shy in generosity, came to sing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast.
Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile. After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances.
The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave.
Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? People's lives have changed, and everything on the grassland has also changed. Take yurts as an example. In the past, it was called a felt house, but today it is different. It is made of wood strips and straw, so that it can be cool in summer and modified in winter.
Look at these horses, both short and pithy Mongolian horses and new varieties of tall three-headed hippos. This kind of big horse is really decent. At first glance, people think of words like "Dragon and Horse Spirit" and want to ride it in Wan Li.
Cattle have also changed varieties, some of which weigh more than 1000 Jin and have breasts like small tanks. Cattle, fat grass and fragrant milk are like springs! Not grandiose.
There are both the original big-tailed sheep and the new breed of short-tailed fine-wool sheep in the flock. The former has good meat, while the latter has good hair. Yes, the prosperity of people and animals is one of the new phenomena on the grassland.
196 1 year1October 13 was published in People's Daily.
3. Complete collection of poems describing grasslands
Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion
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.
"Send to Lujia" 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.
Cezanne 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.
Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty
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.
4. Collect six poems written by celebrities describing grasslands, and Tang Baijuyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Song of Chile is famous all over the country.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep.
"Send to Lujia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home.
Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Zhang Shi, the song "Encounter in Early Spring"
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
There are three prairie poems whose authors are unknown.
( 1)
The yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and the ancient plain silently released the autumn sound.
Horseshoe crushed the sunset, lying singing Aobao waiting for the moonlight.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.
Endless greenery, grazed by sheep, a horse flying, singing drunken songs.
(3)
Although the sun is setting, the mountains and trees are yellow.
Don't say that the old cow is full, and the incense grows under the shepherd's stove.
5. The poem 1 describes the beautiful grassland scenery, the endless grass on the plain, with the seasons coming and going, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze. -Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grassland
2. Yinshan Chilechuan. 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. -Yuefu "Chilechuan"
3, a river of grass, the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers. -Cao Ye's "Send Liu Jia"
4. The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight. -Unknown "Prairie Poetry"
5, the vast green belt sheep grazing, a horse flying drunk Bixiao. -Unknown "Prairie Poetry"
6. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. Is it famous? Free my sick old age from the office! ! Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! ! -Du Fu's "Expressing My Mind at Night"
7. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the 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. -Ouyang Xiu's "Fengle Pavilion Youchun"
8. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass is far away. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Han Yu's Light Rain in Early Spring
9. I am alone in the grass, and there are orioles singing in the tree. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
10, there are many weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is oblique 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. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
1 1, 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. -Bao Rong's "The Plug"
12, less frost at the end of the year, spring is known to the world. -Zhang Wei, Occasionally beginning of spring
13, the grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. -Gao Pian's "Bianfang Spring Tour"
14, mangroves and green hills are dying, and long grass is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring. —— Ouyang Xiu's "Three Poems of Youchun in Fengle Pavilion"
15, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain until now I have closed my thatched door in the dark. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . -Wang Wei's farewell