1. The Book of Steeds
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Shen
The bones of Wang Liang and Bole have already decayed, and Cao Ba's calligraphy is also rare.
The artist was so cool that he sang a song to the wine and roared his sword.
The horse and steed are now trapped in the prison car, and the sun is setting and the head is roaring.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the third time I was a student there.
2. Tianjingsha Autumn
Era: Yuan Author: Bai Pu
Lonely village sunset sunset, light smoke, old trees and cold crows.
Under the shadow of a little fly, green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
3. The Fisherman's Pride - The Scenery is Different in Autumn at the Bottom of the Plateau
Era: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan
The Scenery is Different in Autumn at the Bottom of the Plateau, and the Wild Geese in Hengyang are not paying attention to it. The sound of the border is heard on all sides. The city is closed in the long smoke and the sun is setting.
Weak wine a cup of home 10,000 miles, Yan Ran has not yet Le return no plan, Qiang pipe leisurely frost all over the ground. It is not easy to sleep, but the general has white hair and tears.
4. "To the Seaside"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
Bicycle want to ask the border, belong to the country over the Juyan.
The conquests are out of the Han Dynasty, and the geese are returning to the Hu Dynasty.
The desert is straight, and the sun sets over the Yangtze River.
The Xiaoguan Mountains are the only place to meet the waiting riders, and the capital is in Yanran.
5, "Butterfly Lovers - who said Jiangnan Autumn is over"
Era: Modern times Author: Wang Guowei
Who said Jiangnan Autumn is over, the willow shaggy, still make goose yellow shadow.
Sunset forest light gleaming, do not resigned to the end of the western building all night.
Ten thousand points of roosting crows are not yet determined, brimming with golden waves, and the power of the top of the green pine.
The scene is not found anywhere in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is only a matter of worrying that there is no one to lead the way.
2. Poems describing the grassland steeds and sunset1, "book steed picture" Era: Song Author: Chen Shen Wang Liang Bole bone has been rotten, Cao Ba Danqing also have.
So cool to see the divine steed in the picture, and to sing a song about the sword to the wine. The only thing is that the steed is stuck in the car, and the sun is setting and the head is roaring.
The man who is so poor that he thinks the horse is too thin. 2, "Tianjingsha Autumn" Era: Yuan Author: Bai Pu Lonely village sunset sunset, light smoke, old trees and cold crows.
A bit of flying shadow, green mountains, green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
The sound of the four sides of the border even the horns rise.
A cup of turbid wine and a million miles away from home, Yan Ran has not yet returned without a plan, the Qiang pipe is long and frosty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own.
4, "To the Seaside" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei Bicycle want to ask the border, belonging to the country over the Juyan. The journey is out of the Han Dynasty, and the returning geese have entered the Hutian sky.
The Desert is straight, and the sun sets over the Yangtze River. The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night.
5, "Butterfly Lovers - who said Jiangnan Autumn is over" Era: Modern times Author: Wang Guowei Who said Jiangnan Autumn is over, shaggy willow, still make goose yellow shadow. Sunset forest light gleaming, do not resigned to the end of the west building all night.
Ten thousand points of roosting crows are not yet settled, brimming with golden waves, and the power of the top of the green pine. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite place.
3. Poem in praise of the horses on the grasslandDesert sand like snow, "---" Yanshan moon like a hook. Why should the gold luo brain, quickly walk to step on the golden fall." The Poem of the Horse
"The road is long when I look eastward from my homeland" - "The tears of the dragon's bell in both sleeves are not dry. I have no pen and paper to meet you on the horse, so I have to rely on you to send me a message to tell me that I am safe." "Meeting the Envoy to the Capital"
"Grapes and wine in a night-glowing cup, want to drink pipa right away."
"The horse that opens the heavenly bank, the dragon among the wondrous people."
"The spring breeze and the speed of the horse's hooves, a night to see all the flowers of Chang'an."
"Fragrant cars and precious horses shine on the Nine Streets, and families help drunken people under the flowers."
"Good mountains and good water to see enough, the horse's hooves urged to return while the moon is bright."
[The former sordid is not enough to boast, today's debauchery thought endless.
The spring breeze is fast and furious, one day to see all the flowers of Chang'an.]
[Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Ting West, the surface of the water is initially flat cloud feet low.
A few early warblers scrambling to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecking the spring mud.
The most important thing to remember is that it's not just the flowers, it's the grass that's the only thing that's not there.
The most favorite east of the lake line is insufficient, green poplar shade in the white sand embankment Xiao Xiao horse singing, yo pennant gleaming.
"Li Sao" in Chu Dynasty
The Hu horse is dependent on the north wind, and the Yue bird is nesting in the south branch.
Nineteen Ancient Poems by Anonymous of the Han Dynasty
The old man may still be in the stable, and his ambition is to go a long way. A martyr in his twilight years has a strong heart.
Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms Cao Cao's "Walking out of the Summer Gate" (步出夏门行龟虽寿)
The white horse is decorated with gold restraints, and the border is fluttering with northwestern dengs.
Cao Zhi's "White Horses"
Their feet were angry when they tripped, and their heads were hoarse on the stable.
Xiao Gang's "Poem on Horses" from the Southern Liang Dynasty
The hours of service are the winds of the border, and the horses of the levies are annoyed.
In the Sui Dynasty, Yu Shiji's poem "Out of the Plug"
The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are fast, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light.
Tang Wang Wei's poem "Watching the Hunting"
The bamboo is grated on the ears, and the wind is in the hooves.
Tang Du Fu's poem Fan Bingcao Hu Ma
The spring breeze is fast and furious, and you can see all the flowers of Chang'an in one day.
Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty, "After the Enrollment in the Academy"
The horse thinks of the grass on the side of the fist and the hair moves, and the carving looks at the green clouds and sleeps with his eyes open.
Liu Yuxi's poem "Beginning to Hear the Wind of Autumn"
The old Chang'an road is late for the horses, and the high willow is full of cicadas.
Song Liu Yong's "The Boy's Journey"
At the end of the night, he listens to the wind blowing rain, and the iron horse and the icy river come into his dream.
Song Lu You's poem "The Fourth Day of the Fifteenth Month"
Withered vines and old trees, old crows, small bridges and flowing rivers, and thin horses in the west wind of the old road.
Yuan Liu Yin's poem "Mountain Home"
The horse hissed at the sunset, the green mountain twilight, and the geese were in the west wind and the white grass was new.
Ming Wang Yue, "Drinking with Li Buzheng Yanshuo Feng Kyunxian Jingyang."
The four mountain flags like the sunshine rolled, ten thousand horse hooves like the sudden rain.
Qing Xu "big hunt" poem
4.1. "Farewell with the Grass of the Ancient Plains"
[ Tang ] Bai Juyi
The grass on the plains is far away, and it withers and grows every year.
A wildfire cannot be eliminated, but the spring breeze blows again.
The ancient road is invaded by the distant fragrance, and the clear green is connected to the deserted city.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
Translation
The grass on the long plain is so luxuriant that every year the grass is yellow in autumn and winter and thick in spring.
The relentless wildfire can only burn off the dry leaves, and the spring wind blows the earth is green again.
The wild grass and wildflowers are spreading and flooding the old road, and the end of the grass under the bright sun is your journey.
Once again, I sent away my best friend, and the dense green grass represents my deep love.
2, "Feng Le Pavilion spring tour - its three"
[ Song ] Ouyang Xiu
Red tree green mountain sun wants to slope, long suburbs of grass green endless.
The tourists do not care if the spring is getting old, they come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers.
Translation
The red trees are full of flowers, the green mountains are hidden, and the sun is already in the west. The grass is so green that you can't see the edge of the desert countryside.
The people who traveled in the spring were so interested that they didn't care that the spring was going away. In front of the Fengle Pavilion, there are people coming and going, and flowers are falling all over the place.
[ Tang ] Du Fu
The fine grass and breezy shore, the dangerous mast alone night boat.
The starry field is wide, and the moon flows in the great river.
The name of a man is not his own article, but his official name is his old age and illness.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
The wind is blowing the grass on the riverbank, and the boat with the tall mast is moored alone in the night.
The stars hang down in the sky, and the plains seem wide; the moonlight surges with the waves, and the great river rolls eastward.
Am I famous for my writings? The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the people who are in the world.
What is it like to wander around by yourself?
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
4, "Cile Song"
[ North and South Dynasties ] Anonymous
Cile River, under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale and the wild is vast. The wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep.
Translation
The vast Cile Plain, just under a thousand miles of Yinshan Mountain, has a sky as if it were a domed tent, vast and boundless, covering the wilderness on all sides.
The sky is blue, and the wilderness is vast and boundless. As the wind blows, the pasture lowers, revealing the many cows and sheep that were hidden in the grass.
[ Tang ] Wang Wei
Outside the city of Juyen, I hunted for the pride of the sky, and the white grass was burning in the mountains.
When the cloudy moraine is empty, the horse is driven, and the plain is good for shooting eagles in the fall.
The captain of the Qiang protection army rides the barricades in the morning, and the general of the broken captives crosses the Liao at night.
The target of the jade bow is the horse, and the Han family will give it to Huo Juan Yao.
The Hu people are hunting outside the city of Juyan, and the white grass is burning in the sky.
The desert under the twilight clouds is full of horses, and the plains are full of eagles in the fall.
The Qiang school to protect the comfort of the firm position on the barricade fortress, the broken general bravely attacked the night crossing the Liaohe River.
The jade-encrusted sword, the horn-adorned bow, and the horse with the beads on its head, the court will give to the victorious general: as brave as the Han Dynasty's Huo Juan Yao.
5. Describe a lot of horses in the grassland sentenceThe stallion told me that happiness is free, unrestrained, can run in the vast grassland. The eagle told me that happiness is to spread wings and fly Bo strike the sky, towards their own dreams a little bit closer
1, Hu Ma Dawan name, the sharp edges of the thin bones into. The bamboo is a great way to get your feet wet and the wind is blowing in your face. Du Fu depicted for us a horse with clear bones, showing the horse's strength and boldness, and letting people have a sense of the wind and the sound of the horse.
2, the horse, the food requirements are not high. It is not like cats and dogs, pampered, it as long as there is a piece of green grass, you can solve the food problem.
4, the horse, there are many good spirits to encourage people, modern idioms, there are many is about the horse: the spirit of the dragon and the horse, the horse to success, the fast horse ...... this is not enough to explain the importance of the horse?
5, the horse is a large mammal, strong limbs, force good running, coupled with its sensory organs developed, the eye big bit high, wide field of vision, memory, judgment are very strong, the sense of direction is also extremely accurate, the first of the six animals. Give people the impression of simplicity, honesty, simplicity, and people have all aspects of intimate relationship, so there are many good name and reputation: Wu Zhui, Red Rabbit, eight steeds, nine Yat, Tianma, BMW, sweat blood horse, white dragon horse, thousand miles of horse, etc., these good name, all show people's love for it!
6. Poems about the grasslandAncient poetry - Lefu - (Cilechuan) Cilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is pale, the wild is vast, the wind blows early and low to see cattle and sheep.
Modern Poetry Prairie Wen/Wang Weike You undulate into a posture of tender green expression delicate skin to welcome the call of life and Tengri, the favor of heaven and the coffins of the vast expanse of geography, so that the free blood into the body, clean body and mind of the unrestrained soul I am in the repression of the city of emptiness, to feel and aspire to your self-respect, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart I how I hope that one day your limbs will be able to work in all directions to see the cattle and goats. How I hope that one day your limbs will spread out in all directions, that the hope of life will swallow the bad effects of sandstorms, that the vast territory of sturdy horses, the clear water of springs, the beauty of wildflowers, the swaying of reeds, the flying of swans, the fattening of flocks of sheep, the simplicity of shepherds, the richness of horse's milk, the deliciousness of meat, the primitive state of the world will continue, and the purity of the hearts of the world will flourish, and that you will be a gift of God's goodness, and that sinful mankind will poison you with ignorance, and you will be a paradise in the eyes of the lost. You are the paradise in the eyes of the lost The cruel reality ruthlessly destroys you Your fountain has become muddy and dirty Your face has become haggard and yellow Who buried your beauty foolishly You are now lost in my eyes Mournful eyes can only look at the old imaginations Numb human beings have lost their conscience Human beings with insatiable desires Do you really want to be buried by the rolling sands one day? What happened to you saddens me. Since I was a child, I've seen the phrase "the sky is vast, the wild is vast, the wind blows the grass and you see cattle and sheep". This once had a bad influence, making people afraid to go to the north.
This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than elsewhere, the air is so fresh, the sky is so clear, so that I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.
Beneath the sky was a thousand miles of blue, and not vast. There are hills on all sides, and the flat land is green, and so are the hills.
The sheep went up the hills and came down, embroidering the boundless green carpet with white flowers wherever they went. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like bone-less paintings, only with green rendering, not outlined with a brush, so, everywhere, the green color wants to flow, gently into the clouds.
This realm, both make people marvel, but also called people comfortable, both would like to stand for a long time to look around, but also want to sit down and whisper a strange little poem. In this realm, even horses and cattle are sometimes still, as if recalling the infinite joy of the grasslands.
Purple plug, purple plug, who said? This is a world of emerald. Even Jiangnan may not have such a view ah! We visited the pastoral commune of Chenbalhu Banner.
The car traveled one hundred and fifty miles to reach the destination. The first one hundred and fifty miles is full of grassland.
Another 150 miles, also still grasslands.
The first time I saw a car, I saw it in the middle of the road, and then I saw it in the middle of the road.
The first into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, can not see anything, in addition to some of the birds fly suddenly fall. After walking for a long time, far away from seeing the meandering, bright as a band of glass.
River! Cattle and sheep more up, also saw the herd of horses, faintly the light sound of the whip. Almost there, almost to the commune.
Suddenly, like being blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the far hill, men, women, and children on the horse wearing various colors of clothing, horses galloped, flaps fluttered and danced, like a rainbow flew over to us. This is the master came dozens of miles away to welcome the distant guests.
See us, the masters immediately turn the horse head, cheering, galloping, in the car around and in front of the lead. Silent grassland, lively: cheers, car sound, hoof beats, resounded into a piece.
The car, the horse flew over the hill, saw a few yurts. Outside the yurt, many horses, many cars.
There were a lot of people, all coming from dozens of miles away to see us by horse or by car. We asked a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us.
She had a beautiful name - Crystal Flower. She was from Chenqi, the Ewenki people.
The hosts dismounted and we got out of the car. I don't know whose hand it was, but it was always hot, and the grip never broke.
We don't need to use the crystal flower comrade to give the translation. We all have different languages, but the heart is the same.
Shaking hands again and again, laughing again. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole thing was a bit of a joke, but it was not a joke! The first thing you need to do is to get into the Mongolian yurt.
Milk tea on the pour, milk tofu on the set, hosts and guests are sitting cross-legged, who are polite, who are so intimate, not at all constrained. Not long ago, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of hand-held mutton and milk wine.
The cadres of the commune toasted to us, and the seventy-year-old man toasted to us. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world!
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who has been in a position to do something like this.
At this time the Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats, both generous, and a little shy, to sing folk songs to the guests. Our fellow singers also rushed to sing.
Songs seem to be louder than any language, are more touching, no matter what is sung, the listener will always smile. After the meal, the boys performed horse lassoing and wrestling, and the girls performed a folk dance.
The guests also danced, sang, and wanted to ride a Mongolian horse. The sun was already in the west, and no one wanted to leave.
Yes! The Mongolian and Chinese love can't bear to part, the end of the world, the blue grass to talk about the sun! The life of the people changed, everything on the grassland also changed. Take the yurt say it, once upon a time every called for felt hut, today but changed, is made of wood and grass poles, for the summer to live with cool, to the winter and then modified.
Look at the horses, both short and compact Mongolian horses, there are also tall new breed of three river horse. These big horses are so decent that they remind you of the words "Dragon Horse Spirit", and you want to ride them for miles and miles.
Cattle have also changed species, some weighing thousands of pounds, udders like a small tank. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! It's not a big deal.
Sheep in both the original big-tailed sheep, but also added a new species of short-tailed fine wool sheep, the former meat, the latter good wool. Yes, both livestock and people are prosperous, is one of the new weather on the grassland.
In October 13, 1961, the People's Daily.
7. Poems about the grassland (ancient)
1, "Farewell" Tang Wang Wei
The mountains to see each other off, the sun dusk to cover the wood door. The spring grass is green every year, the king's grandson returns or not.
2. Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The wild grasses by the Vermilion Bird Bridge and the setting sun at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, the swallows flew into the homes of the common people. The fire will not be able to destroy it, but the spring breeze will blow it away again.
The ancient road is invaded by the distant fragrance, and the deserted city is connected by the clear green. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago.
4. "The Song of Cile" (敕勒歌)
The Cile River is under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass down to see the cattle and sheep.
5, "early spring drizzle" Tang Han Yu
Tianjie drizzle moist as crispy, the color of the grass is close but no.
The best thing about spring is that it's the best time of the year, and it's the best time of the year when the willows and the smoke are all over the city.
6, "spring even into" Song Zhang Shi
law back to the evening frost less, spring to the earth grass and trees know.
The business in front of me is full, and the east wind is blowing the water green and different.
7, "Chuzhou Western Stream" Tang Wei Yingwu
I have no pity for the grass growing by the side of the stream, on the oriole deep tree singing.
The spring tide with the rain comes quickly in the evening, no one in the wild boat crosses the river.
8, "North Mountain" Song Wang Anshi
The north mountain is green and rising across the pond, the straight moat back to the rippling pond.
The flowers have been falling for a long time, and it is late to return to the grass.
9, "out of the plug" Tang Wang Wei
Jiuyan outside the city of pride, white grass even the sky wildfire burning.
The cloudy moraine of twilight drives the horse, and the plains of autumn is good to hide the carving.
The captain of the Qiang protection army rides the barricades in the morning, and the general of the broken captives crosses the Liao at night.
The jade target is the horn bow, and the Han family will give the snow to the whoring Yao.
10, "Fengle Pavilion Spring Tour" Song Ouyang Xiu
Red trees and green mountains, the sun wants to be oblique, the long suburbs of the grass green endless.
The tourists do not care that the spring will be old, come and go in front of the pavilion to step on the fallen flowers.
11, "Send Liu driving" Tang Cao Ye
A river of grass color green curls, around the house water sound like home.
The disappointment is that the beauty is not hand in hand, and there are a few more flowers on the east wall.
The west wind is strong, and the dew is cold.
Pity the Yellow River, the felt pavilion is no shadow of Hu.
The song of the fang goes with the wind, and I know how many times the mountains have been closed. The city's first city was the city of the United States, and the city's first city was the city of the United States, and the city's first city was the city of the United States. The white head of the Soviet Union, only to see the cattle and sheep.
8. Praise of the prairieDescription of the prairie poem
1, grass color green willow color thick, jade pot pouring wine full of golden bell.
2. The west wind is strong, and the dew is cold. The poor yellow river nine curved end, felt hall jail fall Hu no shadow.
3, a river of grass color green curls, around the house water sound like home. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it again.
4. The mountains were sent away, and the sun went down to cover the wood. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
5, March blue green waxing yellow, boundless grass color Mu autumn light. The eagles are calling in the pastoral song, and the wind is blowing the green grass now, the cattle and sheep.
6, the red tree green mountain sun wants to slant, the long suburbs of grass green endless. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers, and then you can see the color of the flowers in front of the pavilion.
7, a blue sprawling horse flying, young whip sound pastoral song. The girl's dancing skirt is happy, and the bonfire is drunk with the evening sun.
8. The grass is green and the willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The song is loud and clear and goes with the wind, knowing how many times the mountains are closed.
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10, the yellow carpet quietly changed green, the ancient original speechless release of the sound of autumn. The horse's hooves are broken by the setting sun, lying singing Ovoo to wait for the moon to be bright.
11, the slanting sun without seeing the slanting sun, the mountain package forest shade are dyed yellow. I don't know how to say that the old cow is full, but the shepherd's stove is full of incense.
12. The western peak is burning red, and the crows are hurrying home. The color of the plains is gradually becoming cloudy, and the grassy fields are in a hurry to be covered with a faint veil.
9. Ancient Poems about Grassland1. The grass is green, the willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
2. The west wind is strong, the dew is cold, and the grass is cold. The poor Yellow River nine curved end, felt hall jail fall Hu no shadow.
3, a river of grass color green curls, around the house water sound like home. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it again.
4. The mountains were sent away, and the sun went down to cover the wood. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, but I didn't want to see you again.
5, March blue green waxing yellow, boundless grass color Mu autumn light. The eagles are calling in the pastoral song, and the wind is blowing the green grass now, the cattle and sheep.
6, the red tree green mountain sun wants to slant, the long suburbs of grass green endless. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers, and then you can see the color of the flowers in front of the pavilion.
7, a blue sprawling horse flying, young whip sound pastoral song. The girl's dancing skirt is happy, and the bonfire is drunk with the evening sun.
8. The grass is green and the willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The song is loud and clear and goes with the wind, knowing how many times the mountains are closed.
9. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the Jade Dragon is enchanting. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
10, the yellow carpet quietly changed green, the ancient original speechless release of the sound of autumn. The horse's hooves are broken by the setting sun, lying singing Ovoo to wait for the moon to be bright.