1. Modern poems related to the grassland
Chapter 1: Dreaming back to the grassland
Author: Grassland Feige
I am nostalgic
Beautiful grassland, vast grassland
There are
beautiful yurts
sweet milk tea
Feel at home
I like
the green grassland in spring
where there are
honest herdsmen
beautiful girls
Hospitality
I love
the fresh grassland in summer
where there are
white sheep
The blue sky
The white clouds
I love
The crisp autumn grassland
There is
Fat horse
Elegant rider
Free and easy
My beloved
The snowy winter Grassland
There is
fertile land
playing children
breeding hope
I long for
p>Beautiful grassland, vast grassland
There
Endless as far as the eye can see
Fascinating
Chapter 2 : The grassland remains
Author: Prairie Bailing
From morning to night
The herd of cattle
is like a still life in a landscape painting
p>Day after day
Only the clouds in the sky change
The most beautiful time of the year
Being eaten bit by bit
p>The grassland is still the same
The years are still the same
Chapter 3: That mesmerizing grassland
Author: The Depressed Wolf
How many times have I begged
Keep your strongest arms in my memory
The wildness passing over the horse's back
Leave the most to Baiyun Intimate femininity
Listening to the roar that comes and goes
My mind seems to be out of control
Running in your state of mind that has been deserted for a hundred years
The eyes of the horse's hooves
The passion I desire will shine
The flowing hair and the free mane
blend into the most romantic picture
Accompanied by the clearest singing voice of the shepherd
A section of the road that I had forgotten when I missed you
Maybe
deep in the white clouds
Still resting my dried love
Still flowing with my withered love
On the carved saddle
Echoing us The oblivion and confusion that I have longed for for so long
The moment I woke up from the dream
I am in your broad and thick arms
My heart has fallen asleep 2. About Modern Poems of the Prairie
Ode to the Prairie
Songs of Chile
Yuefu of the Northern Dynasties
Chile River, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome. , covering the four 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.
Translation
The wilderness where the Chile people live is at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky here covers the vast land like a felt tent.
The sky is boundless and the grassland is boundless. Whenever the strong wind blows and the grass becomes low, the grazing cattle and sheep will appear.
Quatrains
Grassland
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.
Grassland
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.
Grassland
The setting sun cannot be seen, and the hills 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.
"Early Spring Rain" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, 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.
"Chuzhou West Stream" by Wei Yingwu of Tang Dynasty
There is only pity on the grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
"Beishan" by Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty
When Beishan loses green and rises across the pond, the straight cut returns to the pond. I count the fallen flowers carefully because I have been sitting for a long time, and I am slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late.
"Spring Outing at Fengle Pavilion" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
The sun is setting over the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green. Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, step on fallen flowers when they come and go in front of the pavilion.
"Send to Liu Jia" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty
The grass in the river is green and the sound of water flowing around the house is like being at home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.
"Traveling Upward from the Fortress" by Tang Baorong
When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the water and grass for herding horses are cold. Unfortunately, all the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.
"Spring in the Border" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is filled with wine to fill the golden bell. The loud music and songs go with the wind, and I know how high the mountain is.
"Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.
Rhythmic Poetry
Crow? And Saibeicao
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 noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, and the crows crow and the moon falls. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as foolish as the great sage.
Attached is a poem from the North Grassland:
His true words arouse public suspicion, and his wearing black color attracts even more slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged 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.
"Farewell to the Ancient Grass Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
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. 3. Modern poetry describing the grassland
Grassland Articles/Wang Weike (excerpt)
You rise and fall into a posture
Your skin is green and delicate
Welcome the call of life and Tengger
God’s care and acceptance
This vast and vast geography
Let the blood of freedom blend in Body
Clean body and mind, unrestrained soul
I am in the depressing and empty city
Feeling and yearning for your self-esteem
You It is the most beautiful scenery in my heart
How I hope that one day
your limbs can spread in all directions
work hard
Let The hope of life can swallow up those
The bad effects caused by sandstorms 4. Modern poems about the prairie
Ode to the Chile Song of the Grassland In the Chile River of Yuefu in the Northern Dynasties, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome. , covering the four fields.
The sky is green, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. Translation: The wilderness where the Chile people live is at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky here covers the vast land like a felt tent.
The sky is boundless and the grassland is endless. Whenever the strong wind blows and the grass becomes low, the grazing cattle and sheep will appear. The yellow carpet of the quatrain grassland 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. The blue sky is getting higher and higher in the grassland, 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. The setting sun on the grassland cannot be seen, and the shadows of the 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. "Early Spring Rain" Tang Hanyu The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. "Chuzhou West Stream" Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu Pity the quiet grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. "Beishan" by Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty. When Beishan loses green and rises to the horizontal pool, the straight cut returns to the pond.
Count the flowers that have fallen because of sitting for a long time, and it is slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late. "Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty. The sun is setting on the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green.
Visitors, no matter whether they are young or old, come and go in front of the pavilion and step on fallen flowers. "Send to Liu Jia" by Cao Ye of Tang Dynasty The grass in the river is green and curling up, and the sound of water flowing around the house is like being at home.
I hope that the beauties will not join hands, and there will be a few flowers on the east wall. "A Trip to the Fortress" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty: When the west wind comes, the sinews and horns are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold.
It is a pity that the nine meanders of the Yellow River have ended, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow. "Spring in the Border" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is filled with wine to fill the golden bell.
The loud music and songs go with the wind, knowing how high the mountain is. "Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.
The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons will never return. Rhythm crow? And Saibei grass. Why is it so objectionable because of its deep plumage? 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 noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, the crows crow and the moon falls, there are more than a few chapters. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as foolish as the great sage.
Attached is a poem from the North Grassland: True words arouse public disapproval, and wearing black even attracts slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged 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.
"Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When the grass grows apart from the original source, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
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. 5. Are there any ancient poems, modern poems, words, sentences, articles, paragraphs about describing the prairie?
Describing the prairie: Ancient Poetry - Yuefu · (Chilechuan) 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.
Modern Poetry Grassland Text/Wang Weike You are undulating into a posture. Your tender green expression and delicate skin welcome the call of life and the care and acceptance of Tengger God. This vast and boundless geography allows free blood to blend in. With a clean body and an unrestrained soul, I feel and yearn for your self-esteem in the oppressive and empty city. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can spread out in all directions so that the hope of life can swallow up those The harsh effects of sandstorms, the vast territory, the vigorous horses, the clear spring water, the beauty of wild flowers, the swaying reeds, the flying swans, the plump sheep, the simple herdsmen, the rich mare's milk, the delicious meat, the primitive state, and the pure heart continues here to breed you. It is God's reward for kindness. Sinful mankind is poisoning you in ignorance. You are paradise in the eyes of confused people. Cruel reality is ruthlessly destroying you. Your source has become turbid and dirty. Your face has become haggard and yellow. Who took your beauty and stupidity? You are buried in the ground. Now you are confused and sad in my eyes. I can only watch the imagination of the past. Numb human beings have lost their conscience. Human beings who can’t satisfy their desires. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by the rolling yellow sand. Your experience makes you sad. I lament the song of Chile. The folk song of the Northern Dynasties is Chile Chuan. Under the Yin 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.
This ancient folk song sings about the magnificent and fertile scenery of the northern grasslands and expresses the Chile people's passion for their hometown and life. "Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain" tells the geographical location of Chilechuan.
Yinshan Mountain is a large mountain that stretches beyond the Great Wall. The grassland is set against the backdrop of Yinshan Mountain, giving people a majestic and majestic impression. "The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields." Looking around, the sky is like a huge dome tent that covers the entire prairie.
"The sky is blue and the fields are vast." The sky is blue and the grassland is endless and vast. The first six sentences of the poem describe plains, mountains, sky, and four fields, covering the upper and lower directions, and the artistic conception is extremely broad and magnificent.
However, the poet's descriptions are all from a macro perspective, making an overall static outline without any specific description, which makes people feel a bit empty and dull. But when I read the last sentence - "The wind blows the grass and makes the cattle and sheep look down", my state of mind suddenly changed.
The grassland is the hometown of herdsmen, the world of cattle and sheep. However, because the pasture is too lush, the cattle and sheep are all hidden in the green ocean. Only when a breeze blows and the waves of grass rise and fall, and where the pastures lie low, do cattle and sheep emerge.
The yellow cattle and white sheep, a group in the east and a group in the west, disappear and appear, everywhere. As a result, it changed from static to dynamic, from a single color to colorful. The entire grassland was full of vitality, and even the dome-like sky was filled with color.
Therefore, people call this last sentence a stroke of enlightenment, and they especially appreciate the word "wind", the active agent of the three verbs "blow", "low" and "see". The Chile people use the dome-shaped felt tent as a metaphor for the sky on the grassland, praising the scenery of "wind-blown grass and low view of cattle and sheep". This aesthetic taste is closely related to their way of life.
Qionglu is the mobile home of nomadic dissidents. Cattle, sheep and pasture are their sources of food and clothing. They have very deep feelings for these things related to their lives and destiny. So we say that when they sing about the grassland and the cattle and sheep, they are praising their hometown and life. We also believe that this folk song has a strong national and local color, and this is the reason why.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
"Autumn Thoughts" Ma Zhiyuan The dead crows in the old trees/The small bridges and flowing water and the people's houses/The west wind and the thin horses on the ancient road/The setting sun/The heartbroken man on the cliff. "Early Spring Rain" Tang Hanyu The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. "Chuzhou West Stream" Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu Pity the quiet grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. "Beishan" by Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty. When Beishan loses green and rises to the horizontal pool, the straight cut returns to the pond.
Count the flowers that have fallen because of sitting for a long time, and it is slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late. "Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty. The sun is setting on the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green.
Visitors, no matter whether they are young or old, come and go in front of the pavilion and step on fallen flowers. "Send to Liu Jia" by Cao Ye of Tang Dynasty The grass in the river is green and curling up, and the sound of water flowing around the house is like being at home.
I hope that the beauties will not join hands, and there will be a few flowers on the east wall. "A Trip to the Fortress" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty: When the west wind comes, the sinews and horns are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold.
It is a pity that the nine meanders of the Yellow River have ended, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow. "Spring in the Border" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is filled with wine to fill the golden bell.
The loud music and songs go with the wind, knowing how high the mountain is. "Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.
The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons will never return. Rhythmic Poetry Crow? And Saibei grass. Why is it so objectionable because of its dark feathers? 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 noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, the crows crow and the moon falls, there are more than a few chapters. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as foolish as the great sage.
Attached is a poem from the North Grassland: True words arouse public disapproval, and wearing black even attracts slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged 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.
"Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When the grass grows apart from the original source, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
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.
Modern Poetry Grassland Text/Wang Weike You have undulated into a posture. Your tender green expression and delicate skin welcome the call of life and the care and acceptance of Tengger God. This vast and boundless geography allows free blood to blend in. With a clean body and an unrestrained soul, I feel and yearn for your self-esteem in the oppressive and empty city. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can spread out in all directions so that the hope of life can swallow up those The harsh effects caused by sandstorms, the vast territory, the vigorous horses, the clear spring water, the beauty of wild flowers, the swaying reeds, the flying swans, the plump sheep, the simple herdsmen, the rich mare's milk, the delicious meat, the original shape.
6. Modern short poems describing the grassland
A bunch of grassland poems by Chen Guanglin
(1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life, the clear and sweet flowing water is the fragrance of milk that nourishes me. The faint fragrance of grass nourishes the heart of my life. The holy and solid horseback is the climber I grew up on. My grandmother’s expectant smile is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of life. Grassland, grassland. My lovely home is vast. The grassland gave me a broad chest. The beautiful mountains and rivers gave me a strong back. The wind, snow, and cold gave me a strong character. My grandmother’s hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of the grassland, the grassland, I think of that lovely homeland, the grassland. Fragrant wine, strong family affection, I miss you endlessly, grassland, the grassland I am in love with, I miss you, it is a sweet memory, I miss you, I am bitterly attached, I think of you, I miss you, the sky is blue, the earth is green, my heart is connected, I miss you, grassland, the grassland in my heart, I miss you, The sweet memories of you are the bitter nostalgia. When I think of you, I will be deeply in love with you. I will accompany my mother and the blue sky forever. The grassland, the grassland, my grassland, my green waves, the grassland, the flowers like the sea, gave birth to me and raised me. My place, you are the cradle of my life, grassland, grassland, my grassland, my sunlit grassland, rain-moistened grassland, the place where I was born and raised, you are the source of my strength, grassland, grassland, my grassland, my grassland where the spring breeze blows. The rippling grassland is the place where I was born and raised. You are my eternal warmth. The grassland, the grassland, my prairie. The grassland with beautiful songs and deep love. The galloping grassland is the place where I was born and raised. You are the forever place in my heart (2) Hometown Love, give me a white cloud, float to the Saibei Plateau, bring family affection and nostalgia, give me a ray of spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau, bring the spring rain, bring fresh green, give me a river, flow to the Saibei Plateau, bring songs and life to me. A bright moon hangs on the Saibei Plateau, the plateau is more beautiful at night, my hometown is brighter (3) The pasture in my hometown, the vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk, drinking fragrant milk tea and listening to the sweetness. The sweet songs are accompanied by horses and lambs of the same age as me. The affectionate and holy pasture has given me so many beautiful childhood memories. In my dreams, I often return to the affectionate pasture where I was born and raised. The vast pasture in my hometown is the affectionate and holy pasture in my heart. The blue sky, my father's love helped me on horseback, how much hope my mother gave me, the vast pasture gave me a broad mind, the affectionate pasture, how much bravery and strength the pasture gave me. My hometown pasture is the cradle of my life, the source of wisdom. I will never forget the place where I was born and raised. Holy Pasture (4) Plateau Love The breeze sends me refreshment and the green fields accompany me to sing. The horses carry me on the wind and soar straight up the song. The vast plateau has blue sky and the eagles are allowed to soar. Blue waves are rolling, love is surging, green peaks are towering, rivers and mountains are majestic 11
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Grassland Text/Wang Weike Your undulating posture, your tender green expression, and your delicate skin welcome the call of life and the care and acceptance of Tengger God. This vast and vast geography allows free blood to blend into the body and cleanse it. With your unrestrained soul, I feel and yearn for your self-esteem in the oppressive and empty city. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can spread out in all directions, so that the hope of life can swallow up those caused by sandstorms. The bad influence of the vast territory, the vigorous horses, the clear spring water, the beauty of wild flowers, the swaying reeds, the flying swans, the fat sheep, the simple herdsmen, the rich mare's milk, the delicious meat, the primitive state, the pure heart continues here, and you multiply here, you are God. A reward for kindness, sinful mankind ignorantly poisons you, you are a paradise in the eyes of confused people, cruel reality destroys you mercilessly, your source has become turbid and dirty, your face has become haggard and yellow, who buried your beauty foolishly? You are now confused and sad in my eyes. You can only watch the imagination of the past. Numb human beings have lost their conscience. Human beings who can’t satisfy their desires. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by the rolling yellow sand. Your experience makes me sad. 7. Modern poems describing grassland
Grassland (three poems) [Modern
Poetry] Author: A stone road leading to my childhood dream. Each yurt has my upright herder brother. Under the blue sky, the quiet sheep on the grassland are approaching this vast land again. The beautiful grassland may be gently singing. Whip can find the oasis I missed, the February orchid. My February orchid does not bloom in February. The February orchid in my dream is charming like a flower. It is her green clothes. When the February orchid blooms, I will use the spray in March. The raindrops are trying to make them transparent purple, so you pass me by. I don’t care that you, blowing by like the wind, are actually the love I have been waiting for all my life. Malantou, your light footsteps are stepping on the wetland I have never been to. The missing song pauses on the string. A group of birds are spreading their wings in the grass, about to fly high in the sky. The wind is swimming in the sky. Countless eyes seem to be aware of your charm. This is the month of Malan, waiting for you to fly out of the border of memory. The rainy season has quietly come to me. I will count your discarded feathers stupidly under the sky--------------------------------[ Modern Poetry] A piece of golden light in the morning of the grassland A piece of golden light in the morning of the grassland A piece of golden light in the morning of the grassland God Apollo in his four-wheeled carriage wakes up from his sleep Holding a golden sword and radiating dazzling light The white mist on the beautiful grassland gradually disappears The spirituality of all things on the earth Flowers are rising, swaying in the breeze, flocks of cattle and sheep are carefree, birds are singing ancient songs in the fresh air, I am riding a white horse across the grassland alone, the almighty sun stretches out its golden fingers and turns everything into gold. At this moment, I am the king of everything. I have gold and don't care. I let the stones sing and the flowers fly. I leave the gold behind and strut across the grassland holding the white horse in my hand. 8. Modern poetry about the grassland, Urgent
Grassland Articles/Wang Weike
You rise and fall into a posture
Your skin is green and delicate
Welcome the call of life and Tengger
God’s care and acceptance
This vast and vast geography
Let the free blood integrate into the body
Clean body and mind, unrestrained soul
I am in the depressing and empty city
Feeling and yearning for your self-esteem
You are The most beautiful scenery in my heart
How I hope one day
Your limbs can spread in all directions
Work hard
Let life The hope of swallowing up those
The bad effects of sandstorms
The vast territory of vigorous horses
The beauty of clear springs and wild flowers
Swaying reeds, flying swans
Fat sheep, simple herdsmen
Rich mare milk and delicious meat
The original state continues here
Pure hearts thrive here
You are God’s reward for kindness
Sinful humans are poisoning you ignorantly
You are a confused person Paradise in your eyes
The cruel reality destroys you mercilessly
Your source has become turbid and dirty
Your face has become haggard and yellow
Who buried your beauty in ignorance
Now you are confused in my eyes
My sad eyes can only watch
The old days Imagine
Numb human beings have lost their conscience
Human beings with insatiable desires
Do you really hope that one day
you will be swept away by the rolling yellow sand? Bury quietly
Your experience makes me sad 9. Poems in praise of the grassland (modern version, ten)
Three grassland poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green lawn , Gu Yuan was speechless and expressed 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 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. (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. Qilu·Crow·He Saibeicao has deep feathers. Why is it so objectionable? 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 undue disasters or misfortunes.
The crows noisy in the trees, but there is no final song, and the crows crow and the moon falls. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as great as the foolishness.
Attached is a poem from the North Grassland: True words arouse public disapproval, and wearing black even attracts slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness.
Holding meat in your mouth and singing 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.
A bunch of grassland poems [Author: Chen Guanglin, article entry: Li Qiuhong] (1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life, the clear and sweet flowing water is the milk that nourishes me, the faint fragrance of the grass nourishes my life The holy and solid horseback in my heart is the climber I grew up in. My grandma’s expectant smiling face is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of the grassland, the grassland, I think of the cradle of life. The grassland, the grassland. My lovely home, the vast grassland, has given me a broad chest. The beautiful mountains and rivers gave me a strong backbone. The wind and snow and the severe cold gave me a strong character. My grandmother’s hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of the grassland, I think of the lovely homeland. The grassland, the wine, the fragrant tea, the rich family affection, and endless thoughts. You, the grassland, the grassland I am in love with, I miss you as a sweet memory, I miss you as a bitter attachment, I miss you when I think of you, the sky is blue and the earth is green, my heart is connected, I miss you, the grassland, the grassland in my heart misses you, I miss you as a sweet memory. Bitter attachment, when I think of you, I feel deep love. Accompanying my mother, accompanying the blue sky, forever and ever. The grassland, the grassland, my grassland, my rippling green grassland, the sea of ??flowers, the place where I was born and raised. You are my life. The cradle of the grassland, the grassland, my grassland, my sun-lit grassland, the rain and dew-moistened grassland, the place where I was born and raised. You are the source of my strength. Grassland, ah grassland, my grassland. My place, you are my eternal warmth. Grassland, grassland, my prairie, my beautiful and affectionate grassland, the grassland where horses gallop, where I was born and raised. You are the forever in my heart (2) Nostalgia, give me a white cloud. Go to the Saibei Plateau, bring family affection and nostalgia, and give me a ray of spring breeze. Blow to the Saibei Plateau, bring the spring rain, and bring the new green. Give me a river. Flow to the Saibei Plateau, bring singing and life. Give me a bright moon. Hang up to the Saibei Plateau. The plateau is more beautiful at night, my hometown is more beautiful, and the moon is brighter (3) The pasture of my hometown. The vast pasture of my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk, drinking fragrant milk tea and listening to the sweet songs that accompany me. The affectionate and holy pasture of horses and lambs of the same year has given me so many beautiful childhood memories. In my dreams, I often return to the affectionate pasture where I was born and raised. The vast pasture in my hometown is the affectionate and holy blue sky in my heart. My father’s love supports me. My mother on horseback gave me so much hope. The vast pasture gave me a broad mind and affection. The pasture gave me so much courage and strength. My hometown pasture is the cradle of my life and the source of wisdom. I will never forget the holy pasture where I was born and raised. (4) Plateau Love The breeze brings me refreshing green fields and sings with me. The horse carries me on the wind to soar straight up and sing. The vast plateau is blue and the sky is vast. The eagle is soaring. The blue waves are rolling and the love is surging. The green peaks are majestic. The rivers and mountains are majestic (5) Emin River. Emin River, the mother river of the grassland, you are quiet. Flow quietly, flow silently, day and night, month after month, flow continuously, wave after wave, Emin River, you are the river of love, your flowing milk is the life of the grassland, you are the river overflowing with love, Emin River. You are the river of love. You flow the true love of the world. Wherever it flows, you tell the true love. You are the most affectionate river in the world. Emin River. You are the sacred river. You give me strength when I am sad. You give me confidence when I am in danger. You are in the heart of a shepherd. The most sacred river, Emin River, you are the river of life. I grew up drinking your milk and working hard with your faith. You taught me how to be a human being and be pure forever. Like the Emin River, it flows quietly. Emin River, ah Emin River. I am so deeply attached to you. You are the river that will always flow in my heart. I am so respectful to you. My heart will always be quiet and clear. Emin River. Ah, Emin River. How many stories flow through your heart, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows? It is a chapter of history. You are the river of life for the children of the prairie. The eyebrows are like smoke under the lightning of Ma Xiu on the prairie.
The vastness of the grassland, the sleepy poet, you are like a harp that has fallen asleep in the mane of a wild horse. The grassland is vast and the heart is deep. I close a distant light with my eyes closed. At night in the grassland, I am a guest horse in the male Tibetan felt bag. Hugh's posture as she bent over the tea was like a river bending over the silence of sleep. In other cases, Martin Pine's Inland Night, the lake lifted its huge spoon into the mouth of the world and reached across the darkness at the end of the vast steppe - — Girl Dawa I will talk to you in complete silence all night long in the glow of your morning light. 10. Modern poetry about the grassland
Modern poetry
Grassland Literature/Wang Weike
You rise and fall into a posture
The tender green expression is delicate skin
Welcome the call of life and Tengger
God’s favor and blessing
This vast and vast geography
Let the free blood blend into the body
A clean body and mind and an unrestrained soul
I am in the depressing and empty city
Feeling and yearning for your self-esteem
p>You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart
How I hope that one day
your limbs can spread in all directions
Work hard
p>Let the hope of life be able to swallow up those
The bad effects caused by sandstorms
The vigorous horses in the vast territory
The beauty of clear springs and wild flowers
Swaying reeds, flying swans
Fat sheep, simple herdsmen
Rich mare’s milk, delicious meat
Original The state continues here
The pure heart thrives here
You are God’s reward for kindness
Sinful humans are poisoning you ignorantly
You are paradise in the eyes of confused people
The cruel reality destroys you mercilessly
Your source has become turbid and dirty
Your appearance has changed haggard and yellow
Who buried your beauty in ignorance
Now you are confused in my eyes
My sad eyes can only watch
Imaginations of the past
Insensitive human beings have lost their conscience
Human beings with insatiable desires
Do you really hope that one day
Quietly buried by the rolling yellow sand
Your experience makes me sad
That patch of green
How beautiful
Unable Words
So green
That green land
How beautiful
Like the sea
Endless as far as the eye can see
That patch of green
How beautiful
The rolling sea of ??grass
Full of life
Grassland, grassland
A piece of emerald green
Green to my heart