Poetry about the Mongols

1. Poems about Mongolian people

Grassland

Author: Uligi

The miraculous craftsmanship of nature,

Cut out your beautiful train.

The cradle that nurtures life,

has created countless miracles in the world.

Only when history is well collected can it show its moving grace.

The sun is always so red,

so big,

and so round.

Colorful flowers,

blowing out wisps of cool fragrance.

Open and broad,

is the father's mind,

tender and subtle,

like mother's love, mellow and long.

Wherever the cattle and sheep walked,

there was a milky river singing softly.

Blue sky and green sea,

are the source of all life.

Pulling water

Author: Wu Liji

Among the colorful clouds,

The lark is singing.

Under the blue sky,

The flowers and plants are like a blanket.

The pasture is sunny and sunny,

There is a clear spring hanging on the horizon.

The small intestine trail stretches into the distance,

The wheels of the cart turn slowly.

The clear spring is clear,

The single-stringed zither is playing.

She rolled up her sleeves,

bowed her head and stared at herself.

There is a piece of blue sky in the water,

There are colorful scarves floating in the blue sky.

Bending down to pick up the sweet spring,

scattering a string of pearls.

She smiled,

The mountain dandelions were so red and sweet.

"Mongolia"

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When I imagine a green imagination

This catastrophe

Overwhelming and refreshing

Imagine that there is no escape from this fate

Tengger sleeps peacefully on the grassland

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North is north of north. North

With the swiftness of horseshoes

A journey of thousands of miles

This green sword pierces the eyeball

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The majesty of the grassland is coming

Hulala has a name that hits my heart

Mongolia Mongolia

Hang up your bows and arrows and totems

Let The thousand-year soul is close to me

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Mongolia

Green and nourishing Mongolia

Mongolia as quiet as iron

< p> The bravery under Genghis Khan’s horse hooves

The brave warrior shining with Kublai Khan’s scimitar

The birth of legend and immortality

Horseback carrying history

History is loaded with heroes

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Shout out to Mongolia!

There are beacon smoke billowing

Swords and cavalry

Waving light and shadow

War is silent

When everything is buried by time

The grandeur and pride of Mongolia disappear like clouds

The nobility and luxury of the royal palace are as traceless as a spring dream

The grassland is peaceful and the sky is calm< /p>

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Mongolia Mongolia

My bloodline originates from my parents and brothers

My supreme king

Commander Once in love?

The confusion of my life in Mongolia

The fault of my soul

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"Enter Mongolia"

< p> Entering Mongolia

Entering into milk wine and morin fiddle

The melodious pastoral songs and the melodious sound of the fiddle

The horse herder man whips down the sun

< p> A Mongolian girl shyly dresses up as the moon

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Say: Saibainu

and you will become a Mongolian

Strong wine and strong wine Horses are essential

Milk tea and hospitality are essential

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When the golden and tender roasted whole lamb is fragrant

When the Hada is raised high above the head

This moment is solemn and grand

Not an imagination

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Become a Mongolian

Drink up the kumiss in one gulp

Abandon the bamboo chopsticks

Solve the problem with a shining Mongolian knife

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Become Mongolians

Live as rough nature

Simple and pure life

Just like the unbridled wind on the grassland

Just like Tengger The sky is always bright 2. Poems describing the Mongolian grasslands

1. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.

2. When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold. Unfortunately, all the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.

3. The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.

4. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.

5. March is blue and green, the twelfth month is yellow, and the boundless grass is bathed in autumn light. In the pastoral songs, the eagle cries, and the wind blows and the lush greenery appears, including cattle and sheep.

6. The sun is setting among the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endlessly green. Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, step on fallen flowers when they come and go in front of the pavilion.

7. A boundless green horse flies, and a young man sings a pastoral song with his whip. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun.

8. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The loud music and songs go with the wind, and I know how high the mountain is.

9. The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting. The boundless greenery is surrounded by sheep grazing, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night.

10. The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn. Horse hooves trample the sunset to pieces, lying down singing Aobao to wait for the moon to shine.

11. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the shadows of mountains and trees are all dyed yellow. Don't forget that the old cow has returned and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.

12. Xixiu is burning red with hundreds of feet of clouds, and the crows are flying home in a hurry. The plains are gradually becoming misty, and the grassy fields are hurriedly gauzy.

13. If you say something real, it will arouse public suspicion, and wearing black will only attract slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness. Singing with meat in your mouth will make you laugh, throwing stones and drinking water will make you a good legend. It is up to him to express praise and blame, but the branches still speak freely.

14. Why is the feather color so deep? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! Depending on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no misfortunes or misfortunes.

The crows are noisy in the trees, but there is no last song, and the crows are crows and the moon is falling. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as great as the foolishness.

15. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

16. Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows and you can see cattle and sheep.

17. There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

18. The grass in Lili Plain dries up and grows every year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.

19. When the year comes, there will be less frost and spring will come. Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and the green color varied.

20. The grass grows in Liliyuan, and it dries up and flourishes every year. Wild fire, in spring. 3. Are there any poems about Mongolia?

Yuefu in the Northern Dynasties

Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain,

The sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.

The sky is green and the fields are vast.

The wind blows the grass and you can see cattle and sheep.

Although this Northern Dynasty folk song has only twenty-seven words, it has great artistic appeal. It sings of the richness and magnificence of the northern grasslands, and expresses the Chile people's infinite love for the soil and water that raised them and their nomadic life.

"Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone, chanting the natural characteristics of the north, which is unobstructed, high and vast. These concise six words, with a majestic style, reveal the powerful character of the Chilean nation. From this, we can also strongly feel the irrepressible and heartfelt praise.

"The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields." These two sentences come from the above background and express the grandeur of the picture and the magnificence of the sky and fields. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer sketched a picture of the northern country with a brush like rafters.

"The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass, and you can see cattle and sheep." The two sentences "sky" and "wild" follow the previous sentence, and there is a slight overlap in the brushwork, which contains a lyrical mood. . The author uses the form of repeated words to highlight the vastness and vastness of the sky and the green and boundless wilderness. These two sentences show the broad mind and bold character of the Chilean nation. The last sentence of "The wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low" is the highlight of the whole text, depicting a scene of prosperity, prosperity and happiness.

This folk song is natural in terms of language and artistic conception. It is simple in quality and true in meaning. There are no obscure words in the language, and it expresses the pride of the people of Chile in a simple, clear and hearty way.

"Farewell to the Ancient Grassland of Fude"

Bai Juyi

The grass on the Lili Plain dries up every year.

The wildfire cannot burn it all. The spring breeze blows and grows again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road and leads to the deserted city.

I also send the king and grandson away to express their love for each other.

Translation:

The wild grass on the plain is lush and green. It dies every year, and wildfires cannot burn it away. When the spring breeze blows next year, it will sprout again. Wild grass extends far into the ancient road, and green mountains connect the deserted city together. It’s time to send off friends for a long journey again, and the green grass everywhere is full of feelings of farewell.

The following is an original poem by a netizen:

Bu Suanzi·Qinghai Lake Grassland

The half-green grass turns yellow in autumn, and the sky is spread out in the distance.

The wind blows the cattle and sheep, and the butterflies fly through the secluded bushes.

Thousands of years old·The grassland outside the Great Wall

Outside the Great Wall. The horse can run endlessly. At the end of the sky, there are mountains and clouds. There are rows of felt couplets. The road is full of green, and the road is crooked with hoof marks broken into pieces.

Have a broad mind. A long-standing heroic place. The peak fire goes out. Hujia rises. Like hair chasing water and grass. The clothes and skin are cold and migrating. In the past, I blinked and looked at the change in appearance.

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Southern and Northern Dynasties. Folk songs. (Chilechuan)

Chilechuan, under the Yin Mountain; the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields , the sky is blue, the fields are vast, the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep are visible.

Grass

Author: Bai Juyi

The grass on the original plain grows wither and wither every year. .

Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.

I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.

Spring Mountain Tour

Everyone said,

The shepherd boy was still young.

That's me,

The best is to be alone.

In the dreamy season,

There are many close friends.

Look:

The birds sing,

The fish swim,

The horses run.

The spring is still there,

The beauty is old.

Unfortunately,

The old love is not over.

I miss you day and night,

Do you know?

There are:

pieces of cloud,

light wind,

green grass. 4. Poems describing the scenery of Mongolia

1. At this time, it is the time when the sun sets in the west, and the grassland is enveloped in golden silence. The mountains in the distance are covered with colorful clothes of sunset, and the sky is as white as milk. The clouds also turned as bright red as fire ribbons. The grass waves subsided, and the returning cattle and sheep came from the distant grasslands; only the camels that did not return at night were still wandering by the lake near the willow forest...

Mongolians The heart of tourists is drunk; the hearts of tourists are drunk. .

The love between Mongolia and Han is so deep that we can’t bear to say goodbye. The green grass at the end of the world talks about the setting sun!

2. Under the Yin Mountain of Chilechuan, the sky is like a dome of a hut covering the surrounding fields. The sky is blue and the fields are vast and the wind blows the grass, and cattle and sheep are low.

3. Three grassland poems

(1)

The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and Gu Yuan is speechless to express the sound of autumn.

The setting sun is broken by the horse's hooves, and I lie down and sing Aobao until the moon comes out.

(2)

The blue sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting.

The boundless greenery is supported by sheep herding, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night.

(3)

The setting sun cannot be seen, and the hills and trees are all dyed yellow.

Don’t forget that the old cow has returned to be full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.

Attached is the Northern Grassland Poetry

The words he speaks are truly arousing public suspicion, and the black color attracts even more slander.

Foreknowledge of blessings and misfortunes and diligent retribution, only to be turned upside down by wisdom and foolishness.

Holding meat in your mouth and singing songs will make you a laughing stock; throwing stones and drinking water will make you a good legend.

It is up to him to express praise and blame, but the branches still speak freely.

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1. A river with green grass and the sound of water flowing around the house Like at home.

I hope that the beauties will not join hands, and there will be a few flowers on the east wall. 2. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, the sunset will cover the wood door.

The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons will never return. 3. March is blue and green, the twelfth month is yellow, and the boundless grass is bathed in autumn light.

The eagle cries in the pastoral songs, and the wind blows and the greenery appears, including cattle and sheep. 4. The sun is setting over the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endlessly green.

Visitors, no matter whether they are young or old, come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers. 5. A horse is soaring in the boundless blue sky, and a young man is singing a pastoral song with his whip.

The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun. 6. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.

The loud music and songs go with the wind, knowing how high the mountain is. 7. The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting.

The boundless greenery is supported by sheep herding, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night. 8. The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn.

The setting sun is broken by the horse's hooves, and I lie down and sing Aobao until the moon comes out. 9. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the shadows of mountains and trees are all dyed yellow.

Don’t forget that the old cow has returned to be full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove. 10. Xixiu is burning red with hundreds of feet of clouds, and the crows are flying home in a hurry.

The plains gradually become misty, and the grassy fields are hurriedly gauzy. 6. What are the ancient poems describing Mongolia?

"Chile Song"

Chile River ①, under Yinshan Mountain ②.

The sky is like a dome ③, covering the four fields ④.

The sky is green and the fields are vast.

The grass is blown by the wind and cattle and sheep are visible.

Notes

①Celechuan - generally refers to the nomadic grassland of the Chile people, roughly in the area of ??today's Tumut Banner in Inner Mongolia.

②Yinshan - the Yinshan Mountains, now in the central part of the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region, running east-west.

③ Qiong (qióng) Lu - the dome-shaped felt tent where nomads live, that is, the yurt.

④ 野 - should be pronounced as yě, but can also be read as ya (third tone).

⑤See - same as "appear", should be read as xiàn, to present.

Translation

At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, there is a large plain where the Chile people live.

The sky over the Chile River is connected to the earth on all sides, and it looks like a "yurt" where herders live.

The grassland under the blue sky is rolling with green waves. In the low areas of the wind-swept grass, groups of cattle and sheep appear and disappear.

Yue Fei's poem "Aspirations eat Hun meat when hungry, laugh and drink Hun blood when thirsty".

7. Looking for articles or poems about Mongolians

——Mongolian men—— Speaking of Mongolian men, the related words seem to be strong and powerful, including customary expressions such as rough and unrestrained.

Mongolian men come in many varieties in appearance. There is a Western style, they are as strong as bulls, handsome, powerful, and even have curly hair.

Chinese style, short, thin and dark like a Jiangnan boy. It has a Japanese style, with a cold face and a murderous look.

There is also the Korean wave, whose face is as white as snow and as slim as a woman. Of course, there are also authentic Mongolians, with square faces, broad foreheads, and toughness.

This is obviously related to their nomadic habits. They graze everywhere, fight everywhere, and crossbreed everywhere. No wonder the varieties are mixed. But when you get close to or become familiar with Mongolian men, what is surprising and unforgettable is their tenderness.

The so-called "tenderness" refers to the soft-heartedness of Mongolian men. Although they also have the characteristics of perseverance and irritability.

Look at the eyes of Mongolian men, there is always some treasure hidden deep in them. This pity will show when they look at horses, sheep, children and women, as if they are facing a fragile treasure.

Therefore, they often praise horses, women and land. The same is true for watching horses. Mongolians are different from other people, especially the Chinese who watch horses that can bring good luck to people.

In the eyes of Mongolian men, the horse is not a livestock, but a proud, advanced creature with magical speed and handsome appearance. Therefore, when the Mongolian man hugs the horse's broad neck, the look in his eyes is touching.

Their tenderness also includes romance. When Mongolian men find attractive women, they stare at them with abandon.

In fact, every woman knows that to be looked at is to be praised. The eyes of Mongolian men are like torches, which seem to burn away their clothes and shyness.

The West regards the word "romantic" as an almost great quality of men. It is not just about lust, and of course it is not about tampering in KTV rooms. It regards love as a major event in life, going through fire and water, lingering. Tragic. Of course, such a man is not very smart. For example, Bill Gates would not do this.

But romantic people believe that only fools would sacrifice romance for the pursuit of wealth. They also believe that it is foolish for a man to hide his attitude towards women.

Therefore, Mongolian men don’t quite understand what hypocrisy is. I am also surprised by the tenderness shown by Mongolian men when singing.

There are thousands of Mongolian folk songs, but there are only three themes: mother, land, and love. When these tough and solemn men sing, they blow fire with their lips, wash their faces with spring water, and carefully carve a Buddha statue with a knife.

None of the so-called songs of Mongolian men are so-called majestic. This leads to my second confusion, that is, in Jiangnan, where there are small bridges and flowing water, the men are exquisite and comely, but people cannot feel how much tenderness they have, and their delicacy is only reflected in their possessions.

So, in the ice and snow of the North, the soft intestines of Mongolian men just match the rough appearance. The second characteristic of Mongolian men is "silliness".

Of course I am talking about people living on the grasslands. It is no longer accurate to say that they are not good at calculating. It should be said that they are good at not calculating.

They think it is ridiculous to care about everything, and they are afraid of being thought of as a shrewd person. With such an image, it is impossible to be a human being on the grassland.

Of course, under this mentality, their environment must be underdeveloped. Moreover, "money", the most enlightening tool given by God, has not shaped Mongolian men well.

Therefore, the outstanding people they can produce are athletes and artists who achieve excellence through physical fitness and spirituality, unlike the Jews who became big businessmen and scientists through actuarial calculations and suffering. In the eyes of Mongolian men or Mongolians, stealing people's property is unreasonable.

Stealing is not only extremely shameful, but also unthinkable. Why steal other people's things? They were puzzled by this.

Therefore, it is said that Mongolians sleep without closing their doors at night in summer. During the day, if the whole family goes out to herd, the house is not closed.

There is a half door to keep out livestock. Their boxes are unlocked.

Because no one goes to someone else’s house to dig through boxes. To them, acts of theft, robbery, and corruption are simply acts of the devil.

It is also a very interesting joke to install anti-theft nets in buildings and put gold and silver jewelry in safes, and the safes are as heavy as mountains of cement and steel plates. Mongolian men like to drink.

Like Russian men, they are believed to be the best drinkers. The last characteristic of Mongolian men is "lazy".

Men do the heavy work of grazing and building houses, but this depends on the season. Usually, they never get involved in any household chores.

When getting up in the morning, Mongolian men drink tea. This is an important task of the day, and drinking for two or three hours is not a long time. Women are responsible for the heavy labor of milking cows, cooking, making tea, tending livestock, and raising children and the elderly.

I am afraid they have never seriously observed the hard work of Mongolian women in their lives. In pastoral areas, you will see many elderly women with stooped waists, which are the marks left by hard work.

If a man assists (just assists) in doing some housework, he will be considered "that's okay", and even women will think so. Therefore, being a Mongolian woman is hard.

The arrogant attitude of Mongolian men towards housework is far less humane than the enthusiasm of southern men to "buy, eliminate and burn". Genghis Khan once said, My descendants cannot live in cities.

Why can't they live in the city? Is it because they are afraid of losing their physical fitness or their simple nature? Genghis Khan did not say anything. The city is a place where outstanding people from all walks of life gather, and it is also a place where all kinds of temptations come to your attention.

It can be said that cities are furnaces that swallow up ore and spit out metal and slag. As far as Mongolian men are concerned, living in the city will expose some bad qualities, such as being keen on power and fighting, which will evaporate the excellent qualities of the nation itself.

They tend to have low self-esteem, seek fame and reputation, and worship the secrets of officialdom instead of treating others and themselves with a calm and broad-minded mind. This was probably one of the reasons why Genghis Khan was worried back then. Naturally, it is not an easy thing for anyone to stand in the whirlpool of the city, see all kinds of colors, hear hundreds of voices, plan things and establish a career, and still maintain a pure state of mind and simple nature. 8. Poems about Inner Mongolia

Flying over eight thousand miles, the clouds and the moon come on the wind,

Looking closely at the youthful brilliance of the grassland,

Stepping on Climb my beloved black horse and ride in song,

Run to your arms and let your spirit fly.

Ahaha! Inner Mongolia, Greater China applauds you in unison.

The children of all ethnic groups are connected and entering a magnificent era. < /p>

The fragrance of your broad and boundless mind.

Ahaha! Inner Mongolia, the new century applauds you loudly,

Praising your soaring style with passion.

Ahaha! Inner Mongolia, the new century applauds you loudly,

Praising your soaring style with passion.

Soaring majesty - 9. Are there any poems about Mongolia?

In the Chile River of Yuefu in the Northern Dynasties, at the foot of the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.

The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. Although this Northern Dynasties folk song has only twenty-seven words, it has great artistic appeal.

It sings of the richness and magnificence of the northern grasslands, and expresses the Chile people's infinite love for the soil and water that raised them and their nomadic life. "Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone, chanting the natural characteristics of the north, which is unobstructed, high and vast.

These concise six words, with a majestic style, reveal the powerful character of the Chilean nation. From this, we can also strongly feel the irrepressible and heartfelt praise.

"The sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields." These two sentences come from the above background and express the magnificence of the picture and the magnificence of the sky and fields. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer sketched a picture of the northern country with a brush like rafters.

"The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass, and you can see cattle and sheep." The two sentences "sky" and "wild" follow the previous sentence, and there is a slight overlap in the brushwork, which contains a lyrical mood. . The author uses the form of repeated words to highlight the vastness and vastness of the sky and the green and boundless wilderness.

These two sentences show the broad mind and bold character of the Chile nation. The last sentence of "The wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low" is the highlight of the whole text, depicting a scene of prosperity, prosperity and happiness.

From the language to the artistic conception, this folk song is completely natural. It is simple in quality and true in meaning. There are no obscure sentences in the language, and it expresses the pride of the people of Chile in a simple, clear and hearty way.

"Farewell to Fude Ancient Grassland" Bai Juyi left the original grassland and the grass withered and flourished with each passing year. The wildfires burned endlessly and the spring breeze blew again. The distant fragrance invaded the ancient road and the clear green connected to the desolate city. He also sent his princes and grandchildren to the lush greenery. Farewell. Translation: The wild grass on the plain is lush and green, but it dries up every year, and even wildfire cannot burn it away. When the spring breeze blows next year, it will sprout again.

Wild grass stretches all the way to the ancient road, and green mountains connect the deserted city together. It’s time to send off friends for a long journey again, and the green grass everywhere is full of feelings of farewell.

The following is a poem originally written by a netizen: Bu Suanzi·Qinghai Lake grassland is half green and the grass is yellow in autumn, looking into the sky. The wind blows the cattle and sheep, and the butterflies fly through the secluded bushes.

Thousands of years old·The grassland outside the Great Wall and the smoke outside the Great Wall. The horse can run endlessly.

At the end of the sky, there are mountains and mountains, and a few idle clouds. There are rows of felt couplets.

The road is full of green, and the road is crooked with hoof marks broken into pieces. Have a broad mind.

A long-standing heroic place. The peak fire goes out.

Hu Jia rises. Like hair chasing water and grass.

The cold currents of clothing and skin migrate. In the past, I blinked and looked at the change in appearance.

Comments 2311 Yue Chang Borong adoption rate: 71% from the team: large, medium and small education answers Good at: chat software English test English translation literature other answers Southern and Northern Dynasties. Folk songs. (Chilechuan) Chilechuan, Yin At the foot of the mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. Author of the grass: Bai Juyi Li Liyuan, the grass, withers and flourishes every year. Wild fire, in spring.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson away again, full of love.

Spring Mountain Travel Picture Everyone says, The shepherd boy is still young. That's me, enjoying the best alone.

In the season of many dreams, there are many close friends. Look: the birds sing, the fish swim, and the horses run.

The spring is still there, but the beauty is old. It's a pity that the old love is not over.

I miss you day and night, and ask if you know? There are: patches of clouds, light wind, and green grass.