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
2. Poem 1 Describe the beautiful grassland and bid farewell to Tang Dynasty.
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.
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 gray, 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.
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4. Beautiful sentences describing the beautiful prairie 1. The rain overflows the pond and the water overflows the dike, and the mountains are high and the mountains are low. The hot and lively peach blossoms and plum blossoms have been blooming for a while, but now it has passed, only the grass in spring grows bigger and greener. -Song: Ceng Gong's "South City"
The spring rain is swift, the pond is overflowing, flush with the levee, the mountains are rolling in the distance, and the east and west mountain roads are rugged. Peach blossoms and plum blossoms that have been blooming for a while have withered, and only lush spring grass can be seen, all green.
2. Walk around the roadside every day, and Togan stretches everywhere. Growing up is always a heartless thing, and it has been blowing for another year. -Tang Dynasty: Tang Yan Qian's Spring Grass
No matter in the north or the south, the roadside is always covered with grass. It grows in the distance and can take root and breed anywhere. The lush spring grass always urges people to go home as soon as possible, and the spring breeze blows the green grass for another year.
3, the spring grass is hard to say, and the water front is chaotic. It seems that the chariots and horses are bustling, and they will not be born when they enter the city gate. -Song: Liu Chang's Spring Grass
In spring, weeds grow thick and continuous, and they can't tell their names at all. They germinate and flourish at will at the water's edge and on the mound. It seems that I don't like busy places. As soon as I get to the gate, I can't see the trace of its growth.
4, flowers are getting lost, shallow grass can have no horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. -Tang dynasty: Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang
The flowers are blooming, dazzling, and the shallow grass can just cover the horseshoe. I like the beautiful scenery on the east side of the lake, and I can never get tired of visiting it. Willow trees cross white sand dikes in rows of shade.
5, the grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Gao Ding in Qing Dynasty: "Village Residence"
In the spring of February, vegetation grows, birds sing and flowers smell, and the willows that gently brush the bank are immersed in smoky water vapor.
5. Who has a poem describing the beauty of grassland? The plateau is blue and the sky is broad.
The eagle flies freely.
Blue waves surge
The Qingfeng Mountain is magnificent, and the rivers and mountains are magnificent.
Three grassland poems
( 1)
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.
(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)
See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
Saibei grassland poems:
The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.
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.
I hope I can help you. O(∩_∩)O~
6. Ancient Poems Describe the Beautiful Prairie Three Prairie Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly turned green, and the ancient plain released the autumn sound silently.
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 the clear and sweet running water that nurtures my milk, the fragrance of the grass moistens my soul, and the holy and solid horseback is the smiling face that my climbing grandmother expects and the source of my strength. Every time I think of grassland, grassland, grassland, my lovely home and vast grassland, it gives me generosity. 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, tea, and I miss you infinitely, grassland, grassland, and thinking of you is a sweet memory. I miss you as a bitter attachment, a blue-green heart in the sky, and a grassland in my heart. I miss you very much. When I think of you, I deeply love my mother, accompanied by blue sky, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland. The rippling grassland gave birth to me and raised me. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, my grassland, my beautiful grassland, and the grassland where horses gallop gives birth to me and raises me. You in my heart forever. (2) Homesickness gives me a piece of white clouds. Fly to Saibei Plateau with affection and homesickness. Give me a cup of spring breeze. Blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green. Give me a canal of river water Flowing to the Saibei Plateau with songs and life. I hung a bright moon on the plateau of Saibei Plateau. The night in my hometown is more beautiful and the moon is brighter. (3) The pasture in my hometown is a deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea. Listening to the sweet songs accompanied by the deep and holy pastures of my horses and sheep gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to that affectionate pasture in my dreams. The ranch in my hometown is deep and sacred in my heart. The father's love in the clean blue sky helped me on horseback. 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 plateau breeze sends me cool, and the green fields accompany me to sing beautiful horses and fly me in the wind. (5) love the people. Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow silently day and night, year after year, month after month, and continuously. Polanbo Emin River, you are the river of love, your milk is the life of grassland, you are the river of love, you are the river of love, you tell the truth wherever you flow, you are the most affectionate river in the world, Emin River, you give me strength when you are sad, and you give me confidence when you are in danger. The most sacred river in the shepherd's heart, Emin River, you are the river of life, drink your milk and grow with your faith. You taught me to be a long-term and pure person, always flowing quietly like Emin River. Emin River, I am so attached to you that I have always been in my heart. I am so respectful to you, and my heart is always quiet and clear. Emin River, how many stories have flowed through your heart? You are a chapter in history. You are the river of life for the children of grassland. Eyebrows writhed 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. On the other hand, on the inland night in Marthinsen, the lake lifted a huge spoon and poured it into the mouth of the world, while her hand crossed the darkness at the end of the vast grassland. Miss Hua, I want to talk to you all night in complete silence under your morning light. Under the Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan, the celestial dome and the cage cover of the four fields are covered. Three Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly turns green on the lawn, and there is no word in the ancient plains to let autumn sound.
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 the clear and sweet running water that nurtures my milk, and the faint fragrance of grass moistens my soul. The holy and solid horseback is the smiling face that my grandmother expects to climb and the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, I think of the cradle of my life. The vast grassland has given me a broad mind, and the beautiful mountains and rivers have given me a strong backbone.
7. The poem 1 describes the beautiful grassland scenery. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow taller in the spring breeze. 2. Ancient Poetry-Yuefu (Chilechuan), under a shady mountain. The sky is like a vault with a cage on it. The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep low. 3. Yichuan Gu Yuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe treads the sunset and sings Aobao until the moon is bright. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. Without green grass, a horse flies and sings drunk. 6. The sunset can't be seen, and the trees on the mountain bag are all dyed yellow. The old cow is full, and the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. 7. Seven Laws, Crow and Saibei Grass. The truth is false! Misfortunes depend on each other, making guests feel wronged. There are many stories about crows clamoring for trees and crows falling on the moon. It is difficult to determine the vulgar style, and it is a great sage to be wise as a fool. 8. Poems on the Saibei Grassland: The authenticity of words arouses public doubts, and the color of black is more attractive. Predicting fortune and misfortune will be wronged by wisdom and stupidity. Singing with meat will leave a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water will spread well. ..