Complete works of grassland love poems

1. Prairie love poems

Love poems on the grassland 1. Complete works of grassland love poems

Out of the Fortress by Don Wang Wei

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.

Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion

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.

"Send to Lujia" 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.

Cezanne 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.

Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty

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.

1, the endless grass on the plain, with each season coming and going, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze.

2. Ancient Poetry-Yuefu (Chilean Song)

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 blows early to see cattle and sheep.

3. 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.

4. The yellow carpet quietly turns green, and the ancient plains release the autumn sound without words. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

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.

6. There is no trace of the sunset, and the hills with trees are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

7. Lv Qi Crow and Saibei Grassland

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.

8. 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.

2. Short sentences expressing feelings with grasslands

1, I can't bear to step on the fat grass under my feet and drive the sheep to the grassland. How beautiful this vast grassland is, full of dazzling green; How beautiful the grassland sky is here. The blue sky is covered with several long white clouds. The white blue sky is really beautiful!

2. At this time, the grassland was shrouded in golden silence, and the distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow. On that day, the cloud as white as milk turned into a cloud as red as flame, the grass waves subsided, and the grazing cattle and sheep came up from the distant grassland; Only those camels who don't come home at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin, and the whole prairie looks peaceful.

3. The terrain is flat and vast, with slight ups and downs in the distance. The whole earth is covered with green grass, like a thick carpet, which is particularly fresh against the blue sky.

4. Beautiful grassland Beautiful grassland scenery, melodious Ma Touqin sound, fragrant milk tea, simple and high-pitched Mongolian folk songs, hospitable Mongolian compatriots ... Horses are running, herders are singing, and flowers, cows, sheep, horses and herders on the grassland form a very beautiful picture. Beautiful sentences describing the grassland.

5, the grassland in summer is lush, take a deep breath, and the fragrance of vegetation comes to the nose, which makes people feel relaxed and intoxicated. Cattle, horses and sheep roam the grassland, and when the wind blows, it forms a picturesque scene, just like the northern folk song "The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep low"! Riding on horseback, leisurely, as if entering a paradise.

6. In summer, after a heavy rain, all kinds of flowers on the grassland burst into smiling faces overnight. It is as white as snow, as pink as chardonnay, as red as fire and as yellow as gold. The whole grassland is like a colorful garden, where butterflies and bees dance wildly among the flowers. Yo, Sarilang is in bloom, and its five slender red petals bend down like red lanterns. At this time, my friends and I were holding handfuls of Sarilang flowers and playing on the grassland. Sarilang flowers jump on the grassland like a torch that never goes out.

7. Grassland wind has different charm in every different season. The end of July is the most beautiful and refreshing season in the grassland. It is not as biting as the winter wind, nor as dry as the autumn wind. It is beautiful because it blows everything green and blooms wild flowers. The deep grass is so graceful and full of charm. Very gentle. It swam across the deep lake, setting off bursts of microwaves and shining silver in the sun. Blue water prints blue sky, and blue sky lines blue water. It's like swimming in a mirror, free and unrestrained. ...

8. In the depths of the grassland, there are white sheep grazing leisurely and scattered on the grassland like pearls. Beautiful sentences describing the grassland.

9. In this endless green Yuan Ye, there are wild flowers, meadows, forests, hillsides, hills, rivers and snow-capped mountains. Nalati is really a beautiful air grassland!

3. Poetry about lovers in love on the grassland

Recommend the landlord to read this poem:

On the prairie

Author: Haizi

We were swinging around the lake, always thinking we had caught something.

The lake under our feet is full of ridicule.

Flower of life is brilliant in May.

On the bare high grassland

I believe all this:

My feet, the mare's heart.

Two furrows, barley and dew

On the high grassland, white clouds float.

I believe in genius, patience and longevity.

I believe someone is falling in love with me slowly and hard.

No one will, unless you

We fell in love at first sight.

On the high grassland

On the bare grassland

I believe all this.

I believe we fell in love at first sight.

4. Praise the grassland poetry

Poems describing grasslands

1, the grass is thick and the jade pot is full of wine.

2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.

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.

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? .

In May and March, the twelfth lunar month in Lan Qing is yellow, and the vast grass is bathed in Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep.

6. 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.

7, 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.

8. The grass is green and willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.

9. 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.

10, the yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

1 1, the sunset can't be seen, and the trees-lined hills are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

12, 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.

5. Poetry about grassland

Describe the grassland:

Modern poetry

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.

Chileger

Folk songs in northern dynasties

Chilechuan,

Under the shady mountain,

The sky is like a vault,

Cage covers four areas.

The sky is gray,

Wild,

See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.

This ancient folk song praises the magnificent and rich scenery of the northern grassland and expresses the pride of Chileans who love their hometown and life.

"Chilechuan, shady mountain", tell the geographical location of Chilechuan. Yinshan Mountain is a mountain stretching beyond the Great Wall, and the grassland is embedded in Yinshan Mountain, giving people a magnificent impression. "The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields." Looking around, the sky is like a huge dome felt tent, covering the whole prairie. "The sky is grey and wild", the sky is blue, and the grassland is endless and endless.

The first six sentences of the poem are written about Pingchuan, Dashan, the sky and the four fields, covering all directions, and the artistic conception is extremely broad and magnificent. However, the poet's description is a general static sketch from a macro perspective, without any specific description, which makes people feel a little empty and dull. But when you read the last sentence-"the wind blows, you see cattle and sheep", the realm will suddenly change. Grassland is the hometown of herdsmen and the world of cattle and sheep, but because of the rich pasture, all cattle and sheep are hidden in the green ocean. Only when a breeze blows and the grass waves rise and fall, do cattle and sheep flash out in the low grass. Cattle and white sheep, a group of east and a group of west, are everywhere. Thus, from static to dynamic, from pale to colorful, the whole grassland is full of vitality, and even the dome-like sky is colored. Therefore, people call this last sentence a clear pen, and appreciate the word "wind", the initiator of the three verbs "blow", "low" and "see".

Zile people use dome-shaped felt tents to compare the grassland sky and eulogize the scenery of "wind blowing grass and low cattle and sheep", which is closely related to their lifestyle. The treasury is a mobile room for nomadic dissidents, and cattle, sheep and pastures are their sources of food and clothing. They have deep feelings for these things that are related to their lives and destiny. Therefore, we say that they eulogize grasslands and cattle and sheep, that is, eulogize their hometown and life; We also believe that this folk song has a strong national and local color, and this is also the reason.

I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows/small bridges, flowing water, old roads, thin horses in the west wind/sunset/brokenhearted people.

6. Poetic articles about grasslands

Chilechuan, a folk song of the Northern Dynasty, is covered with four fields under the shady mountain.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. I've been thinking about the grassland for many years.

Such an idea seems to be an innate instinct and desire. When a person's soul is immersed in a natural environment for a long time, does his blood also have some characteristics suitable for this environment? I think, in my last life, I must have ridden tame or wild horses in the depths of a vast grassland, walked through colorful grassland wildflowers, and perhaps sang heroic and desolate Tibetan songs all the way, making the clouds tremble and fly in the song ... Everyone who knows me knows that this is my dream for too long.

When I hear the word "grassland" flowing from my heart, most people will advise me in a disdainful tone: What is good about grassland? It is nothing more than a large monotonous grassland, and occasionally a hill will pop up.

Better go somewhere else. In such a statement, my heart is almost painful.

"To love someone is to love him all." By analogy, if you love a place, you will love its four seasons and everything about it.

It's like a child looking at his mother. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. And the grassland I miss is really like my mother. The farther away I am, the more outstanding the unique beauty from imagination becomes.

In fact, from the moment I set foot on the grassland, I was not very clear about how I should behave to express my long-term thoughts. "Elephants are invisible", so, should all emotions be silent? When I really become a wanderer returning from the grassland, should I jump into her generous and desolate chest and cry bitterly, or should I hold back my sadness and joy and look at her quietly and affectionately, so that my lifelong yearning and yearning can be fully revealed through my eyes? A dream, after years of hard work; A kind of yearning, an emotion that has tortured for half a life, always implies some special reasons.

Otherwise, how to face the time of life? In this nostalgia, I imagined myself merging into the grassland life countless times: riding a fast and vigorous horse, whipping my hooves and flying to the endless horizon; Set up a tent and become a traditional, simple and kind-hearted beautiful grassland woman in the fragrance of grass and milk tea; With a lover who has known each other for a lifetime, with all his time and imagination, he has achieved a classic, handed down and immortal grassland love story ... It seems that the dream has reached the extreme of beauty. And how far is the grassland in my dream from my life? I finally made up my mind to feel this distance with my body and soul at the same time and narrow it, otherwise, there will be great regrets in my life.

At the beginning of October, in the thick autumn colors, I embarked on a journey to return to the grassland. On the winding road in the mountainous area, I took a car instead of walking, and I was deeply immersed in my dream. A pair of wise eyes looked at my pious heart and could not help but shed tears. God, at this time, it began to rain, a drop, a burst, cold, fell in my warm and soft heart.

My heart began to cool down gradually. But there is a trace of hot air that refuses to disperse: perhaps the particles of autumn sunshine are floating on the grassland, and the fragrance of autumn sunshine is diffuse.

With the support of this ray of hope, I will continue to move towards the grassland of my dreams. There was a pop song in the car at that time, and the singer's melancholy voice was full of sadness: "I thought of you in the rain;" In the evening, I miss you ... "At that time, I thought my grassland would break through the fog of misty rain and walk into my vision full of longing with a vigorous attitude.

The car drove through numerous dangerous beaches and entered Maoxian, which will be a completely strange journey from now on. I will take back my thoughts immersed in dreams.

Because I know very well that there will be some unpredictable scenery and scenes on many strange roads. I must pay full attention to this realistic time and space where I am, and seize some experiences that I may have never experienced in this strange journey.

The intensity of the mountains is still the same as those before; Water still has the coldness and gentleness of water before; Road, but already muddy. Eyes staring at the scenery outside the window, the body obviously feels the difficulty of walking.

Reality and dreams are two different fields of life. In reality, hard work and a brave smile.

In the dream, there are faint tears flashing. This may be the true feeling of most living people.

I don't know what would happen if I had some unusual ideas about dreams may come. The grassland in my dream finally appeared in my mind with a distant gesture.

This is the end. The car is stuck in the thick and soft mud like a stranded ship, so it can't get in or back. Rolling down the window, looking at the mushy soil outside the window, a sigh curled up in my heart: this is the end! Those deep ruts that have been run over by trucks have become the only ones that stop the dream trip.

The nobility of the soul is at a loss in front of the 50-meter-long dirt road. There is too much unfathomable mud on the road ahead.

If you retire, you just need to retire to the time when you first entered the mud. Although it is difficult to retreat, at least it can make people see the difficulty. Relatively speaking, how dangerous is the mud on the road ahead? No one can predict.

In many different moving scenes, we have to retreat because of unpredictability. This helpless compromise is full of endless loss and sadness.

The reality is always like this, whether it is lost or sad. The journey close to the dream will always be unexpectedly full of mud. This is the real reality, cruel and indifferent. Grassland! Grassland! In the process of my return, I am getting farther and farther away, so that the clear grassland, cattle, sheep and herdsmen in my dream are blurred into clouds of different colors.

I cringed in the cold autumn rain. Winter is coming, let's find some warmth here for the time being.

I'm sure this is not the final result.

7. Poetry about grassland

Describe the grassland:

Modern poetry

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.

Chileger

Folk songs in northern dynasties

Chilechuan,

Under the shady mountain,

The sky is like a vault,

Cage covers four areas.

The sky is gray,

Wild,

See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.

This ancient folk song praises the magnificent and rich scenery of the northern grassland and expresses the pride of Chileans who love their hometown and life.

I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows/small bridges, flowing water, old roads, thin horses in the west wind/sunset/brokenhearted people.

8. Poems describing grasslands in ancient and modern times

Antique (I think this song is too classic)

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.

9. Poems describing grasslands