Farewell to 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? .
Wuyi Xiang Liu Tang Yuxi
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.
Farewell to Ancient Grass 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.
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.
Poems describing grasslands (2)
Rain in early spring 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.
Zhang Shi, the song "Encounter in Early Spring"
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.
Wei Wuying in Xixi Tang, Chuzhou
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.
2. Poems praising the blue sky and white clouds on the grassland (1): 1. There is little frost at the end of the year, and you will know the vegetation in spring.
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven. 2, 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. Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . [Arranged by www.DuanMeiWen.Com] 4. The authenticity of language arouses public suspicion, and black is 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. 5. 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.
I'm nobody's idol. 6. What is the suspicion of feather color? 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. 7, the sunset can not see the sunset, the mountain bags are yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. 8, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs.
The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset. The name of the British team. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass is nearby.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. 10, the sky is getting higher and higher, and Yulong is enchanting.
The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night. 1 1, the yellow carpet quietly turned green, and Guyuan released the autumn sound in silence.
Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight. 12, Lan Qing in March, the twelfth lunar month is yellow and the grass is boundless, bathing in Qiu Guang.
In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep. 13, red clouds are burning in the west cave, and flying crows rush home in groups.
There is a mist in Pingchuan, and the grass field is in a hurry. 14, boundless grassland, comes and goes with each season.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. 15, the grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
16, 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.
17, 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.
18, 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.
19, 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.
20. 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. Poems on the Grassland (2): The author of Farewell to Ancient Grass is Bai Juyi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes 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.
Weeds grow vigorously on the grassland and experience the process of withering and prosperity every year. Wild fires never go out. When the spring breeze blows, it will grow again.
The smell of weeds comes from far away, and the green weeds lead to the desolate town in the sun. Farewell to my best friend again, and this lush grassland is also full of feelings of parting.
The author of Chile Song is Po Dun, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. His full-text poem is as follows: Yinshan Chilechuan.
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.
At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, there is a huge plain where Zile people live. The sky of Chilechuan, which is connected with the earth on all sides, looks like a felt tent where herders live.
Under the blue sky, the grassland green waves roll, the wind blows below the grass, and flocks of cattle and sheep appear and disappear. The author of Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion is Ouyang Xiu, a writer in Tang Dynasty.
Its full-text poem is as follows: Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
The sun, which is about to fall from the sky, reflects flowers, trees and towering peaks. On the vast suburban grassland, green grass is endless. Tourists don't care that spring is coming to an end, but they still play in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers. There is no regret: the perfect spring has passed.
Yang Jiong, a litterateur in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Fighting in the South and Fighting in the North". His full-text poems are as follows: the distance from the north is the pain from the south.
Flags are like bird wings, and armor is like fish scales. Cold water hurts a horse, and you hate Taiwan and worry about killing people.
An inch of the heart knows the sun, and thousands of miles are black and yellow. Although the translated poem tells the story of the military career of expedition to the frontier fortress in the tone of a combatant, it is not as bloody and miserable as the Battle of the South of the City in Han Yuefu.
When describing the war, the hero in the poem is full of pride, confidence and hope for victory. The style of poetry is vigorous and powerful, full of strong patriotism.
Jiang Ting jathyapple Bie was written by Wang Bo, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: the river sends Banan water, and the mountain crosses the north cloud.
On the autumn night in Jinting, no one sees tears leaving the group. The Yangtze River sent away the flowing water in Banan in the distance, and the mountains stretched on, as if embedded in the clouds in the north of Saibei.
On a moonlit night in autumn, who has seen the crying when leaving in this pavilion? The author of Wan Li Chang in the South of the Saibei River is Tang.
Wang Changling, a writer in Song Dynasty. His full-text poems are as follows: 1. Thanks to Xiaoxiang, Wan Li grew up in the north and south of the great river.
There are few letters in sharpening Jimen, and geese fly, but they still have Hengyang. Chen Ziliang, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, is the author of The Spring Return of Saibei.
The full text of the poem is as follows: my home will be green and distant, and the local conditions elsewhere will be white clouds. Tears for Ji Xu's sadness are more sad than spring.
A bird that flies repeatedly has lost its companion, and its fallen flowers no longer return to the forest. How can this day be late? Sorrow will still be white-haired.
The author of Zhangfu in Saibei is Zhou Pu, a writer in Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: the dragon tree is sheltered from the wind, and there are several branches in Liaocheng.
If the frost does not stop, your face should not decline. Wan Li Pingsha, a line of geese move.
With the smoke, family books stay with each other. The author of River Embankment Works is Wang Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
Its full-text poem is as follows: hunting tianjiao outside Juyan city, burning wild grass. The desert schooner gallops in the dusk, and the vast plains in autumn shoot at vultures.
With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight. Jade sword, the bow of horn, the war horse on his war horse, the court gave the victorious general, as brave as Holt of Han Dynasty.
Poetry on the grassland (3): 1, grass green and willow thick, jade pot full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
-Gao Pian's "Frontier Spring" 2. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
-Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain" 3. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The endless green is eaten by sheep.
3. Poetry 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 and 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.