Chileger
Northern Dynasties
Yinshan chilechuan,
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.
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. \
Attached to Saibei grassland poem:
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.
Modern Times
Grassland Wen/Wang Weike
You rise and fall into a posture.
Green expression, delicate skin.
Meet the call of life and Tengger singer.
God's care and collection
The geography of vast expanse.
Let the free blood melt into the body.
A clean and unrestrained soul.
I am in a depressed city.
Feel and crave your self-esteem.
You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
How I wish one day.
Your limbs can move in all directions.
Spread out hard
Let the hope of life devour those
Negative effects of sandstorms.
A vast territory, a vigorous horse
The beauty of clear springs and wild flowers
Swaying reeds and flying swans
Fat sheep, simple herdsmen
Rich horse milk and delicious meat.
The original state continues here.
Pure hearts thrive here.
You are God's reward for kindness.
Sinful human beings poison you in ignorance.
You are a paradise in the eyes of the lost.
The cruel reality destroys you mercilessly.
Your fountain is dirty.
Your face is haggard and yellow.
Who foolishly buried your beauty?
You are in my eyes now.
Sad eyes can only watch.
Old imagination
Numb human beings have lost their conscience
Humans who crave food.
Do you really hope that one day
Buried quietly by rolling yellow sand
What happened to you made me very sad.
Father's grassland, mother's river.
Xi Murong
Father once described the fragrance of grassland like this;
Let him never forget each other at the ends of the earth.
Mother always likes to describe the mighty river;
Running in my hometown on the remote Mongolian plateau.
Now I finally see this vast land;
Standing on the fragrant grassland, I burst into tears;
The river is singing the blessings of our ancestors.