Poetry about Erguna 1. What are the four short lines in praise of Hulunbeier
The lofty Xing'an Mountains,
The rolling Hulun waters,
Thousands of miles of grassland paved with emerald,
Swans flew in,
The Hulunbeier is the most beautiful city in the world.
The first time I saw the game was when I was a kid.
The beautiful, magical, rich Hulunbeier, with a long history, rich resources, and outstanding people, has been praised by the world as the "green pure land", "jasper in the North". Hulunbeier grassland, known as the Kingdom of Pasture, it is like a wordless poem, a three-dimensional painting, take you in a kind of inexplicable excitement and reverie. Hulunbeier with a hospitable smile, broad-minded, unique appearance, for our motherland to add a green, for human beings to raise generations of children and grandchildren, but also for their own pass out a fame.
Introduction to the beautiful Hulunbeier:
Hulunbeier is located in the northernmost tip of Inner Mongolia, the north near China's northernmost village town of Mohe, west of Russia and Mongolia border. Most of the forests, grasslands, lakes and other natural ecosystems here have not been baptized by human industrial civilization, and have a primitive and ancient natural landscape, as well as the exotic flavor of the border between China and Russia, China and Mongolia.
Hulunbeier is often used as a synonym for "prairie", in fact, there is not only a wealth of grassland tourism resources, there is also a very large area of the Xing'anling forest. Erguna and Morduga forest area in the fall is very worthy of a special trip, there is also the only domestic reindeer grazing Ooluguya reindeer park.
Most of the grassland areas in the south have been well developed for tourism, with horseback riding, archery, overnight stays in yurts, and a small taste of Mongolian life as seen in TV dramas. Of course, there is also the mouth-watering grassland food, where delicious beef and mutton can make visitors from afar feast.
2. Lao She went to the grasslands to describe the Chenbalhu Banner poem
Grassland
Lao She
Since childhood, I have seen the "sky pale, wild, wind blowing the grass to see the cows and sheep," this kind of words and phrases. This has had a bad effect on people who are 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 and the sky is so clear that I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Beneath the sky was a thousand miles of blue, and not a vast expanse. On all sides there were hills, and the flat land was green, and so were the hills. The sheep went up the hills and came down again, and wherever they went they embroidered the boundless green carpet with white flowers. 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 want to stand for a long time to look around, but also want to sit down and recite a small poem of strange and beautiful. In this realm, even the horses and cattle are sometimes still, as if recalling the infinite joys of the grasslands. The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at the world, and then I'm going to go back to my old neighborhood.
This is an emerald world. 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. The car is still on the grassland. Grassland traveling to the free, as long as the direction is good, how to go can be. Initially into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, also can not see anything, in addition to some of the birds fly suddenly fall. Walked for a long time, far away from 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, 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 horses wearing various colors of clothing, horses galloped, lapel fluttering, like a rainbow flying towards us. It was the hosts who had come dozens of miles away to welcome their 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. Car, horse flew over the hill, saw a few yurts.
Outside the yurt, many horses, many cars. There were a lot of people, all from dozens of miles away by horse or car to see us. We asked a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us. She had a beautiful name - Crystal Flower. She was from the Chen
flag, Ewenki. The hosts dismounted and we got out of the car. I don't know whose hand, always hot to hold, hold not loose. We don't need to use the crystal flower comrade for translation. We all speak different languages, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands again and again, smile again and again. You say your, I say my, the general meaning is national unity and mutual assistance!
I don't know how, but I got into the yurt. The milk tea on the pour, milk tofu on the set, host and guest 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.
We toasted back, the host raised his glass again, we toasted back. At this time Ewenke 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 reveal a heartfelt smile.
After the meal, the boys performed horse lassoing, wrestling, the girls performed a national 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 go. Yes! The Mongolian and Han Chinese love deep why can not bear to part, the end of the world
The blue grass to talk about the slanting sun!
People's lives have changed, everything on the grassland has changed. Take the yurt say it, once upon a time every was called for felt hut, today but changed the way, is made of wood and grass poles, for the summer to live with cool, to the winter and then modified. Look at the horses
bar, both short and compact Mongolian horses, there are also tall new breed of three rivers horse. This big horse is really decent, a look reminds us of "dragon horse spirit" such words, and want to ride it, gallop for miles. The cows have also changed their breeds, and some of them weigh as much as a thousand pounds, with udders like small tanks. Cows are fat, grass smells good, and their udders are like springs! It's not an exaggeration. Sheep in both the original big-tailed sheep, but also added a new breed of short-tailed fine wool sheep, the former meat, the latter good wool. Yes, the two prosperous livestock, is one of the new weather on the grassland.
In 1961, October 13, People's Daily
3. Describe the four seasons of Erguna
Fascinating four seasons (359 words) Cold comes and goes, winter goes and spring returns.
The scenery of the four seasons is always so fascinating and mesmerizing! Spring cold spring, the sleeping spring girl in the wind blowing, gradually awakened, tender green buds quietly drilled out of the soil, with the fragrance of the soil, showing a new head, with a light footsteps, to the world to show the vitality and vigor! Steaming summer, with his infinite heat and direct light, irradiating everything, so that the green and transparent plants bathed in the light of life, bearing red, yellow, green and other fruits full of "seven colors of sunshine", so that the world in the hot weather to enjoy the fruit of the sweet aroma and crisp! Dan Gui fragrance of the golden autumn, everywhere is a colorful harvest scene. Look, the fields, heavy rice as if to the old farmers bending over to show respect; orchards, red apples like a lantern reflecting the smiling face of the gardener ...... snow-covered winter, the vastness of the earth, the sky of the trees dressed in "silver".
In the distance, many children, adults in the snow and ice play, or pile of snowmen, or snowball fight, fully feel the joy of the snow scene. Ah, the scenery of the four seasons is really so charming! Describe the scenery of the four seasons of the essay two: the four seasons (404 words) Some people like the beauty of Emei, some people like the majesty of Mount Tai, some people like the landscape of Guilin, but I like the beauty of the four seasons.
In the spring, hundreds of flowers bloom, and the fish in the river swim freely. The grass is drilling out of the soil, the willow tree is changing into a new green coat, and the flowers are unfolding their colorful dance skirts, which is very beautiful.
In the distance, the rolling hills are full of colorful flowers: pink peach blossoms, golden yellow spring flowers ...... they are competing to be the first to open. Swallows flew back from the south, chattering, as if saying, "Spring is so beautiful ah!" In summer, it is an enthusiastic child.
It helps the field to bake the crops, it helps the salt field to dry the salt, it lets the little flower umbrella, cold soda to put live to find. In the fall, the leaves fall in the wind, like golden butterflies flying to us, into the orchard, fruitful.
Apple smiling red face, pomegranate grinning grinning, red dates, watery grapes, coming from a burst of fragrance. In the field, the harvest of grain piled up like a small mountain, the field side, in front of the house, everywhere can hear the harvest of laughter.
In winter, the snow flies, crystal snowflakes fluttering down, the tree becomes white, the house becomes white, the whole land put on a snow-white coat. At this time, children in the snow skating, snowball fight ...... very happy.
Ah, the four seasons, I like you.
4. Erguna wetland beautiful sentence
Driving route: the whole about 130.8 kilometers starting point: Hailar District 1.Hailar District driving program 1) from the starting point to the direction of the east, along the West Junction Street 240 meters, turn left into Chen Balkhu Road 2) along Chen Balkhu Road 550 meters, straight into the Balkhu East Road 3) along the Balkhu East Road 610 meters, straight into the clip Xinzi Road 4) along the Balkhu East Road 610 meters. Go straight into Jiexinzi Road4) Along Jiexinzi Road drive 860 meters, turn left into Mulan Road5) Along Mulan Road drive 1.2 kilometers, slightly to the right into the Friendship Road2.Along the Friendship Road drive 1.8 kilometers, go straight into the S2013.Along the S201 drive 121.0 kilometers, slightly to the left4.Drive 3.2 kilometers, right turn5.Driving program in Hulunbeier City1) Drive 50 meters, turn right into S3012) Drive 50 meters, turn right into S3013) Drive 50 meters, turn right into S3013 Turn right into S3012) Drive along S301 for 260 meters, go straight into Erguna Street3) Drive along Erguna Street for 230 meters, turn left4) Drive for 450 meters, turn right in front of you5) Drive for 50 meters, turn left6) Drive for 220 meters, arrive at the end point (on the right side of the road)End point: Erguna Wetland.
5. What are the four short lines in praise of "Hulunbeier"
The lofty Xing'an Mountains, rolling Hulun water, thousands of miles of grassland paved with emerald, swans fly not want to return. The most important thing to remember is the fact that the world has a long history of the Hulunbeier, which is rich in resources and has been praised by the world as a "green land" and "jasper in the north".
The Hulunbeier grasslands, known as the Kingdom of Pasture, is like a poem without words, a three-dimensional painting, taking you in a kind of inexplicable excitement and reverie. Hulunbeier with a hospitable smile, broad-minded, unique appearance, for our motherland to add a piece of green, for mankind to raise generations of children and grandchildren, but also for their own pass out a reputation.
Introduction to the beautiful Hulunbeier: Hulunbeier is located in the northernmost tip of Inner Mongolia, the north near China's northernmost village town of Mohe, west of Russia, Mongolia border. Most of the forests, grasslands, lakes and other natural ecosystems here have not been baptized by human industrial civilization, and have a primitive and ancient natural landscape, as well as the exotic flavor of the border between China and Russia, China and Mongolia.
Hulunbeier is often used as a synonym for "prairie", in fact, there is not only a wealth of grassland tourism resources, there is also a very large area of the Xing'anling forest. Erguna and Morduga forest area in the fall is very worthy of a special trip, there is also the only domestic reindeer grazing Ooluguya reindeer park.
Most of the grassland areas in the south have been well developed for tourism, with horseback riding, archery, overnight stays in yurts, and a small taste of Mongolian life as seen in TV dramas. Of course, there is also the mouth-watering grassland food, where delicious beef and mutton can make visitors from afar feast.
6. There is a praise Erguna hometown essay
From the most southeastern tip of the map of China pointing up, in the dream appeared countless times in the horse, the sky, and the grassland.
The clouds of snow roam the sky, gently wriggling. They sometimes come together to play, and sometimes they are separated by quarrels, and look at each other.
They would murmur old tunes in the blue night. Even the moon was so solemn that it would shy away from them.
Listen to this grotesque murmur. The wind quietly passes through this sea of emerald colors, and the grasses still harbor uneasiness for the sound of the former jingoism that resounds at this moment.
He, or she, they gather around the fireflies and tell stories of the past. Stories about her.
She had a very nice name, called Ergun. We used to call her Baby.
The east is connected to Mohe, and the north is looking at Russia. Thick clouds rhythm over the northern end of the Hulunbeier grassland.
She liked to be called by her name, Erguna. I always like to lie on her to listen to the solitude of nature, I always lie so quietly under the dome of the sky, above the ocean.
I would see the ancient song that flooded from the depths of the vault of heaven, and I knew it was the soft murmur of the clouds of snow. The notes wavered above her head, as if they were elves pursing their lips and snickering.
This called me always worried that they will accidentally fall down, fell out of a dense with the music of the net; net with the most primitive colors here, blue sky, green grass. As if by the hand of God looking into the air thrown a limpid light veil, and repeated in her weak body.
She is very beautiful. She is very beautiful, so beautiful that every person who has seen her, intoxicated years.
I am no exception, I have repeatedly vowed to accompany her long end. She smiled and she sang the eerie and mysterious Ujitindo.
The breath was long, the melody long and soothing. I looked at this ethereal song from afar, and a feeling of freedom came over me.
I borrowed the sturdy three-horse from the beautiful Russian girl, and he was very handsome. His mane swayed in the wind like a subtle stirring in the heart of a teenager.
I carefully mounted the horse and hissed the Noguera of my intention. Even Bhrigudh flew for me.
The deep Tengger glittered with dazzling Odunghizade, and the wind caught the flavor of returning to the basics wandering on every tiny speck of dust. They playfully said that they want to go to every corner of the world, and then, and then let every corner of the world bloom with the freedom and love of Qiqiqi.
The air here, is soft. Like a gentle mother.
She let me smell the texture of my childhood lying in the cotton wool, there seems to be a pair of delicate hands, in the rubbing of my body. The wind here, is elusive.
Like a child who may cry at any time, he is careful with his mother, drifting. He sometimes plays a little tantrum to ruffle the tresses of his grassy sister, and goes to the center of the clouds to listen to the stories of his sisters.
Oh! He was so naughty that the grass sisters shook their little heads and sobbed. Even the cloud sisters, who have always loved to be lively, reddened their snow-white faces and dispersed.
No one cares about him, he pearly ran to the green Erguna River. This is her mother, and the years have made her look as beautiful as ever.
But at the moment it is rich in old age. The air mother anxiously asked the white clouds, the wind is coming? The white cloud is silent.
She also asked the grass, the wind is coming? The grass is busy organizing their tresses. At last she looked at the aged mother, and with puffed cheeks she led the wind away.
The old mother was back to her old beautiful face. I rode my horse trying to watch where the air would take the wind, the clutter of hooves chasing the wind.
I am in the place where I believe in the horse, the sky, and the grassland.
7. Praise Hulunbeier Grassland poem
"Hulunbeier, prairie" by Zhang Li
The legendary Hulunbeier prairie, west of the Daxing'anling Mountains, and then to the west
is the Erguna River, across the Russia, Lake Baier looking at Mongolia
To the east is the Songnen Plain, a piece of black earth, prairie, pasture grass like Yin!
The pride of a generation, Genghis Khan, rose up here and swung his armies southward
By the Mograd River, yurts are dotted with meadows of alkali grass, needle grass, ice grass and alfalfa
Horse-head qin and Mongolian long tunes make the pasture and the sheep and cows inseparable
The Shingiberians, the Khitans, Mongols and Mongoloids, the women of the real people, roam the soothing slopes of the valleys
The Hans also drink horse milk on the meadows. Hulunbeier, we are familiar with the eyes
Your vastness, who want to be close to you, 100 million acres of grasslands, 200 million acres of forests
More than 500 lakes, more than 3,000 rivers, there is a song that seems to be sung like this
My beloved, in the sky, there is a vast prairie on the edge of the sky
The grassland is vast. Between heaven and earth, white yurts are scattered along the river
When I was singing this song, I knew that something was gnawing at the prairie
I knew that Hulunbeier, now, is intensifying its sanding by two percent every year
Hulunbeier's so heavy breathing, so high body temperature, makes the grass's heart weep
My sorrows go around the plateau to the prairie.
My love is in the mountains
Deep in the mountains is the majestic Daxingan
Between the forest and the clouds
The sturdy eagle overlooks the grassland
Hulunbeier Prairie
The white clouds are floating in my heart
Hulunbeier Prairie
My love is in my mind
My love is in the heart
The white yurts are scattered along the river. My heart's desire is in the bay of the river
The Gurguna River runs through the prairie
I love you, Mother Prairie
The deep water of the river is a deep wish
Hulunbeier Prairie
The white clouds are floating in my heart
Hulunbeier Prairie
My heart's love is my love
Hulunbeier Prairie
Hulunbeier Prairie
My heart's love is my love Hulunbeier Prairie
Hulunbeier Prairie
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8. What are the poems about the Hulunbeier Prairie
You saw the grassland and horses you saw the white clouds and eagles they are also looking at you through the eyes of Hulunbeier "beautiful grassland my home, the wind blowing cattle and sheep everywhere flowers ...... ""Hulunbeier Prairie, a white cloud floating in my heart ......" melodious prairie songs, beautiful prairie scenery, always let the hearts of the people, mesmerizing.
To feel the beauty of the grasslands up close and personal, and to appreciate the unique flavor of the grasslands, should be the dream of most people. I don't know from my love for the grasslands, or God's favor on me extraordinarily, so that I have a chance to meet with the Hulunbeier Prairie.
In the childhood mind has piled up all kinds of fantasies and legends of the prairie, "the sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blowing grass low see cattle and sheep", rumor has it that ah, in that distant prairie, there is such a hero, Genghis Khan ...... "Along the remote and secluded walkway, the grassland scene gradually deep into the eyes. A piece of lush green is coincidentally now in the grasslands in the peak of the summer, a sprawling far away sky and earth to hold, seems to have learned a superior sketch of the craftsman's artisanal will be the melting of its ingenuity. Our convoy exercise in the Inner Mongolia grasslands on the broad field, is driving to the northernmost tip of the Inner Mongolia grasslands - Hulunbeier grasslands. Hulunbeier, prairie" Author: Zhang Li legend of the Hulunbeier prairie, in the west of the Daxinganling, and then to the west is the Erguna River, across Russia, Lake Belle looking at Mongolia to the east is the Songnen Plain, a black land, prairie, pasture grass such as Rhine boundless generation of the pride of the Genghis Khan, here to rise up, waving his sword to the south of the Morglaira River, the yurts point by point, dotted with alkali grass, needles and grass ice grass alfalfa Horse-head fiddle and Mongolian long tune, so that the pasture and cattle and sheep are inseparable Xianbei people Khitan people Mongols and women in the soothing slopes and valleys of nomadic Han people are also drinking horse milk wine salted milk tea on the grass, Hulunbeier, we are familiar with the eyes of your far and wide, who would like to be close to you, one hundred million acres of grasslands, two hundred million acres of forests, 500 lakes, more than 3,000 rivers, there is a song as if this is sung by my beloved, in the The sky, the sky there is a vast prairie grassland grassland vast world, white yurts scattered in the river I was singing this song when I know, what is nibbling at the grassland I know, now Hulunbeier, two percent of the annual sand in the exacerbation of the Hulunbeier so heavy breathing, so high body temperature, so that the grass of the heart is also in tears my sadness around the plateau, passed to the grassland, the pain must also be in the Hulunbeier Lake Bell Lake eyes my sorrow around the plateau, passed to the grassland, pale and flowing.
9. Poems about Ordos
Ordos wine drunkenness
Wang Yali
The past green and fat, red and thin in the sound of the autumn rain screening
The geese soaring in the distant sky
The sound of the call with you
When all the evening sun to bring the dream piggyback home
Harvesting all the fruit
The fair years have come to take stock of the quality of life
My heart is full of nostalgia and attachment
The mountains are golden, the fields are green
The breath is full of the glorious, fragrant particles
The butterflies are dancing and the bees are wild
The sound of countless laughs has been collected and gathered together
Weaving them into shining waves
I'll take you home with me, and I'll take you home with me. p> Reaching out my hand, I pushed my sorrow away
Beyond the night
Leaving only the moon and the starry sky on my sleeve
Leaving only the lotus flower of pure water in my wide dreams
What is above my impression
is a unique talent on the Erdos Plateau
It is the Ordos Wine which has a long and deep flavor
Drawing on the essence of the grassland culture, it is the best of the Ordos wine, which has been made from the best of the grassland culture, which is the most important wine in China.
The essence of grassland culture
Silently brewing, overflowing
You do not need to be excited
And even less surprised
Want to taste this sweet flavor
First, with your eyes
Second, with your lips
And then with your heart
Aromatic sweetness, strong, thick, and long
The temptation for years to come.
The soft waves of Ordos wine
The strong feelings of the highland countryside
I have traveled to the best places I could find in my life
I came back to a place where my feet were covered with mud
When loneliness strikes me, I still miss the pastoral songs of the fields and the simple and touching harmonies
After the spring has gone
The summer has come to an old age.
Autumn rain washes away the heavy night
The snow will leave the bare feet of the plum blossoms
It is said that the sun and the moon pass through the same past events
On the moon platforms we are welcomed and sent back and forth
It is a thousand similar sadnesses
All the beauties will reappear and smile again
Giving us the styles, the paths
Invest all persistent efforts
Freedom and talent, it's only fate that says
O man! The most mundane of responsibilities must be assumed
Like the moon tonight, it sheds the garments of the dark night
and swoops down on the hot bosom of the sun
At this moment, the flagship of happiness
is sailing silently into your satin-beating lake
At this moment, the vibrant rays of light
are rippling out from your eyes at me
As if the moon is a bright moon. A bright moon
The sun climbs to the roof and gives warmth
to the passersby, a cup of wine
A sip of wine, and you'll never be sad again in your life
The road is winding
All the threads of life lead to tomorrow
The threads of destiny to happiness
The sunlight from the east
The lakes to the west are as shiny as the sun.
The birds want to go home, so go home
The mountain flowers are serving wine
For the returnees
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