The beautiful prairie grassland is fresh and clear, the white clouds are still calm, the blue sky and white clouds are the only thing in the blue sky and the deer are laughing and melting, the prairie is vast and the sheep are in large flocks, the sea of boundless clouds are colorful, the shepherding nuns are driving camels and flutes far away, the prairie love song is beautiful, the green mountain peaks, the grass is strong, the clouds are light, the sky is low, and the shoals are crispy and lush, the vast expanse of the spring, the blue and green, the river is green, and the water is clean and the grass is tender and the cows and the goats are happy, the scenery is clear and beautiful and the human traces are rare, the desperate world will be intoxicated, the gods will be happy. The sky is so clear and wide that the yurt sings a love song in front of the yurt. The song is sung in front of the yurt, and the friends are happy. The grass is green, the paths are green, the cows and sheep are coloring the mountains, and the white clouds are drifting on the blue waves. The happiness of the herdsmen is boundless. The twilight is pale, and the herdsmen return to the pasture, and the cows and sheep are fattened up in a bunch, the white clouds are making a tent to hang on the mountains and the rivers, and the earth is showing its love. The mountains and the water are beautiful, the forests are quiet and new, and the white clouds drift with the desire to break the soul, and the prairie is so beautiful that when can one ever swim in the prairie? The river is clean and clear, and the water is gentle. Cattle and sheep are raised in the clouds, and the harvest is joyful. The red maples of the prairie are proud of the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are full of clouds and smoke, and the horses are happy to play on the banks of the mountains, and the year is full of joyful festivities. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows early and low to see the cattle and sheep. Modern Poetry Grassland Wen/Wang Weike You undulate into a posture of tender green expression of delicate skin to welcome the call of life and Tengri, the favor of heaven and the coffins of the sky, this vast, wide and boundless geography, letting the free blood into the body, the clean body and mind, and the unrestrained soul. I am in the depressing and empty city to feel and aspire to your self-esteem. How I hope that one day your limbs will spread out in all directions, so that the hope of life can swallow the bad effects of sandstorms and sandstorms, and that the vast territory of the countryside with its sturdy horses and clear springs and the beauty of wildflowers, the swaying of reeds and the flying of swans, the fat flocks of sheep and the simple herdsmen, the rich milk of the horses and the delicious meat, the primitive state of the world will continue, and the purity of the hearts of the people will flourish, and you will be the gift of God's goodness, and you will be the paradise of the eyes of the lost, and the cruel reality will be the cruelty of the world. You are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. Cruel reality has mercilessly destroyed you. Your fountain has become muddy and dirty. Your face has become haggard and withered. Who buried your beauty foolishly? You are now lost in my eyes. My saddened eyes can only look at the old imagination. Wuyi Lane" by Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty The wild grasses by the Zhuquiao Bridge, the setting sun at the mouth of Wuyi Lane. In the old days, the swallows in front of the hall of Wang Xie flew into the homes of the common people. 3. "Fugue Gu Yuan Grass Send Farewell" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty. The grass on the plains is dry and flourishing every year. The grass on the plains of Li Li Yuan is a bit bland and withered every year. The far-flung fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear emerald greenery connects the deserted city. I'm sending the king's grandson away again, and I'm full of farewell feelings. 4. The Song of Cile (敕勒歌), nameless in the north and south of the country. The Cile River is under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is pale, the field 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, grass color distantly see close but not. It's the most favorable spring in the year, and it's the best time to see willow and smoke all over the city. 6, "spring even into" song zhang shi law back to the late frost less, spring to the earth grass and trees know. I feel that the business before me is full, and the east wind is blowing the water green and varied. 7, "Chuzhou West Stream" Tang Wei Yingwu alone pity the grasses grow by the stream, on the oriole deep tree singing. The spring tide with rain comes in the evening, the wild crossing no one boat from the cross. 8, "North Mountain" Song Wang Anshi North Mountain lose green rising horizontal pond, straight moat back to the pond rippling time. I have been sitting for a long time counting the fallen flowers, and I have been late in searching for the fragrant grasses. 9, "out of the plug" Tang Wang Wei Jiuyan outside the city of hunting day proud, white grass even the sky wildfire. Twilight clouds and empty moraine when driving horses, autumn plains good hiding carving. The Qiang guard captain rode the barricade in the morning, and the general who broke the captives crossed the Liao at night. Jade target horn bow Zhu Le Ma, Han family will give snow john Yao. 10、Fengle Pavilion Spring Tour Song Ouyang Xiu Red Tree Green Mountain Sun wants to slant, the long suburbs of grass green without end. I don't care if the spring is getting old, I will come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers. 11. "Sending Liu Gao" (Cao Ye, Tang) The grass on a river is green and curling, and the sound of the water around the house is like that of a family. I am disappointed that the beauty is not hand in hand, and several flowers are sprouting east of the wall. 12. "Walking on the Seaside" by Bao Sol, Tang Dynasty. The west wind is strong, the dew is cold, and the grass is cold. I pity the Yellow River and its nine curves, and the felt pavilion has no shadow of Hu. 13. "Spring Rising on the Border" by Tang Gao Pian The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The music and songs are loud and clear and go away with the wind, and I know how many times the mountains are closed. 14. "Lyrical Reminiscences on the Night of Travel" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "The fine grass and breezy shore, the dangerous mast and the lonely boat at night. The stars hang over the flat field, and the moon gushes over the great river. The moon is flowing on the great river. The official should rest from old age and illness! What's it like to float? The world is a sand gull!
A complete list of poems describing the prairie
"Fengle Pavilion Spring" Song Ouyang Xiu
Red trees and green mountains want to be slanting day, the long suburbs of the grass green without end. I don't care how old you are, I'll come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers.
"Send Liu Gao" by Cao Ye, Tang Dynasty
A river of grass is green and curling, and the sound of water around the house is like home. I am disappointed that the beauty is not hand in hand, and I am looking forward to seeing a few more flowers on the east side of the wall.
"Walking on the Seaside" by Bao Sol, Tang Dynasty
The west wind is strong, and the dew is cold, and the grass is cold. The Yellow River has been in a pitiful state, and there is no sign of the carpeted halls.
"Spring Rising on the Border" by Gao Pian, Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The song is so loud and clear that it goes with the wind, and I know how many times the mountains are closed.
The original text of "Grassland":
This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is lovelier than elsewhere, the air is so fresh and the sky so clear that I always want to sing a song to show that I am full of pleasure. Beneath the sky, it was a thousand miles of blue, but not vast. There were hills on every side, and the flat land was green, and so were the hills. The sheep went up the knolls at one time and came down at another, and wherever they went it was as if they had embroidered the boundless green carpet with large white flowers. The line of those hills is so soft, like only with green rendering, without ink line outline of Chinese painting, everywhere green color want 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 joy of the grasslands.
Our visit was to Chenbalhu Banner. The car traveled one hundred and fifty miles to reach our destination. One hundred and fifty miles is all grassland. Another one hundred and fifty miles, also still grassland. The grassland is very free, as long as the direction is good, how to go can be. Initially into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, can not see anything, in addition to some of the small birds fly suddenly fall. Walked for a long time, far from seeing a meandering bright as glass band - the river! Cattle and sheep abounded, and herds of horses were seen, and faintly there was the soft clang of whips. Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a herd of horses appeared on a distant knoll, men, women, and children on the horses dressed in all colors, the herd galloping, fluttering their flaps like a rainbow flying toward us. It was the hosts who had come dozens of miles away to welcome their distant guests. Seeing us, the masters immediately turn the head of the horse, cheering, galloping, in the car around and in front of the lead. Silent grassland lively: cheers, cars, hoofbeats, loud. The car followed the horse flew over the hill, saw a few yurts.
Outside the yurt, many horses, many cars. There were many people, all from dozens of miles away by horse or car to see us. The masters got off their horses and we got out of the car. I don't know whose hand, always hot to hold, hold not loose. We all speak different languages, but our hearts are the same. Shook hands again and again, smiled and laughed. You say your, I say my, the general meaning is national unity and mutual help.
I don't know how, but I got into the yurt. 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. Cadres to us a toast, seventy-year-old man to us a toast. We toasted back, the host raised his glass again, and we toasted back again. At this time, Ewenki girls wearing pointed hats, both generous, but also a little shy, to sing folk songs to the guests. The singers we traveled with 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 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 go. Yes! Mongolian and Han dynasty love how can not bear to part, the end of the blue grass to talk about the slanting sun!
4. 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-esteem, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart, and how I hope that one day your limbs will be able to move in all directions, to work hard to see the cattle and goats, to see the wind. How I hope that one day your limbs will spread out in all directions, so that the hope of life can swallow up the bad effects of sandstorms, and 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 sheep, the simplicity of shepherds, the richness of horse's milk, and the deliciousness of meat, the primitive state of the world, and the purity of the heart, will be reproduced here, and that you are a gift of God's goodness, and that sinful mankind has poisoned you in ignorance. 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 was able to get a good view of it, and I was able to get a good view of it.
The first into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, can not see anything, in addition to some of the sudden fly suddenly fall of the birds. 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 rivers 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 1961 October 13 "People's Daily".
5. Grassland an article describing the clouds of the sentence
"Grassland" does not describe the clouds of the sentence.
The original text of "Grassland": This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is lovelier than elsewhere, the air is so fresh and the sky so clear that I always want to sing a song to show that I am full of pleasure.
Beneath the sky there was a thousand miles of blue, but not a vast expanse. On all sides there are hills, and the flat land is green, and so are the hills.
The sheep went up the knolls and came down again, embroidering the boundless green carpet with white flowers wherever they went. The lines of those hills are so soft, like a Chinese painting rendered only in green, not outlined in ink, everywhere the green color is flowing, gently flowing 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 whisper a strange little poem. In this realm, even the horses and cattle sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite joys of the grassland.
Our visit was to Chenbalhu Banner. The automobile traveled one hundred and fifty miles to reach our destination.
One hundred and fifty miles is all grassland. Another hundred and fifty miles and it was still grassland.
The prairie is very free, as long as the direction is good, how to go can be. The first into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, but also can not see anything, in addition to some of the fly suddenly fall of the birds.
Walked for a long time, far from seeing a meandering bright as a glass band - the river! Cattle and sheep more up, also saw the herd of horses, faintly the light sound of the whip. Almost there, almost there.
Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on a distant knoll, men, women, and children on the horse wearing various colors of clothing, the herd of horses galloped, lapel fluttering, like a rainbow flew over to us. This is the master came dozens of miles away to welcome 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, the sound of the car, the sound of hooves, loud into a piece.
The car followed the 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. The owners got off their horses and we got off our cars.
I don't know whose hand it is, but it's always hot, and the grip doesn't go away. We all speak different languages, but our hearts are the same.
Shake hands and shake hands again, laugh and laugh again. You say your, I say my, the general meaning is national unity and mutual help.
I don't know how, but I got into the Mongolian yurt. The milk tea poured on, milk tofu on the set, the host and guest are sitting cross-legged, who are polite, who are so intimate, not at all constrained.
Not too long ago, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of hand-held mutton. The cadres toasted us, and the seventy-year-old man toasted us.
We toasted back, and the host raised his glass again, and we toasted back again. At this time, the Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats, both generous and slightly shy, came to sing folk songs to the guests.
Our fellow singers also rushed to sing. The songs seem to be louder and more touching than any words, and no matter what is sung, the listener always smiles knowingly.
After the meal, the boys performed horse lassoing, wrestling, the girls performed a folk dance. The guests also danced, sang and rode Mongolian horses.
The sun was already in the west, and no one wanted to go. The first time I've seen this is when I'm in the middle of the night! The Mongolian-Chinese love can't bear to part, the end of the world, the blue grass to talk about the slanting sun.
Whenever I think of the prairie, the prairie
I think of my lovely home
The prairie, the prairie
The wine and the tea are so rich and the love is infinite
The prairie, the prairie, the prairie that I fell in love with
Thinking of you is a sweet memory
Thinking of you is a bitter love
The prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland.
The sky is blue, the earth is green, and the heart is connected
The grassland of my heart
The grassland of my heart
The sweet memories of you
The bitter love of you
The deep love of you
The blue sky of my mother and mother forever
The grassland of eternity
The grassland of eternity
The grassland of my heart
The grassland of my heart
The grassland of my heart
The grassland of my love
The place where I was born and raised
You are the source of my strength
Prairie, prairie
My prairie
The prairie where my spring winds blow
The prairie where the autumn waves ripple
The place where I was born and raised
You are the everlasting warmth of my heart
Prairie, prairie
My The prairie of my song
The prairie of my love
The prairie of my horse
The place where I was born and raised
You are the eternal warmth of my heart
7. Poems about the Mongolian prairiePoems about the prairie and praising the prairie (turn)
The beautiful prairie
The prairie is fresh and clear
The prairie is fresh and clear
The prairie is clear and clear
The prairie is beautiful and clear
The blue sky and white clouds are the only thing that can be found here
The plum and deer are laughing and happy
The prairie is vast and the sheep are in large flocks
The sea of boundless clouds is colorful and bright
The shepherds are driving the camels and their flutes are far away
The prairie love song is beautiful and wonderful
The green mountain peaks and grasses are strong and sturdy
The cloudy sky and the low sky is beautiful
The shoals are crisp and green
The mudflat is so thick and lush
The grasses are so thick and crisp that the grasses are so beautiful and beautiful
A vast expanse of springtime
A green river and mountains
Clear water and tender grass
Cows and sheep are happy
A beautiful scene and a rare sight
A perfect place to be enchanted
Miles and miles of sunny skies
A love song in front of a yurt
A song that goes to the homeland
A friend's smile
A friend's smile
Crisp grass and green paths
Cattle and sheep in herds dye the mountains
White clouds floating in the blue waves
Herdsmen's happiness is boundless
Nomadic return at twilight
Cattle and sheep fattened up and gathered together in a heap
White clouds as a tent to the mountains and rivers hanging
The earth to serve love to show the virtue of the
The beautiful water of the mountains and the forests are quiet
The mountains and the water is beautiful
The mountains and the water is beautiful, and the forests are quiet
The white clouds are floating in a cloudy sky
The prairie is a wonderland
When will we ever be able to travel
The river is clear
The streams are trickling and singing softly
The sheep and cows are breeding in the clouds
A good harvest is being celebrated
The prairie maple is proud of the mountains
The mountains are in the clouds
The horses are playing on the mountain side
The horses are playing on the mountain side
The horses are playing on the mountain side
The horses are playing in the mountains. Beautiful Grassland
The grassland is fresh and clear
The white clouds are still calm
The blue sky and white clouds are the only thing that exists here
The plums and deer are laughing and happy
The grassland is vast and the sheep are in large herds
The boundless sea of clouds is shining brightly
The shepherdess is driving the camel and her flute is far away
The prairie song is beautiful
The green mountain and the grass are strong
The green mountain grass is strong
The clouds are light and the sky is low
The mudflats are crisp and lush
The vastness of the countryside is full of springtime joy
The water is clear and the grass is tender and the cows and goats are happy
The scenery is clear and the people are rare
The desperate countryside will be intoxicated by the gods
The sky is clear and the sky is wide
The love song is sung in front of the yurt
The love song is sung in front of the yurt
The love song is sung in front of the yurt and the people are happy and the people are happy and the yurt is strong and the yurt is strong and the yurt is strong p>
A light song is sung in the homeland
A happy friend smiles
Crisp grass and green paths
Cattle and sheep in herds dye the mountains and rivers
White clouds float in the blue waves
The happiness of herdsmen knows no bounds
Nomadic return at twilight
Cattle and sheep fatten up in a pile
White clouds make the tents of the mountains and rivers hang
The earth has shown its virtue in love
The earth has shown its virtue in love
The earth has shown its virtue in love. The grassland maple is proud of the mountains and rivers
The mountains and rivers are full of clouds and smoke
Horses and horses are happy to play on the mountainside
Joyful celebrations for years and years
9.A wildfire cannot be eliminated, but the spring breeze blows 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, it was a very good time to see you, and it was a very good time to see you.
Spring Mountain Tourist Map
Everyone said,
The shepherd boy is still small.
That's me,
and I'm the only one who enjoys it.
It's the season of dreams,
when you have a friend.
Look:
Birds sing,
Fish swim,
Horses run.
The spring is still here,
The red color is old.
It's a pity that
the old love is still alive.
I've been looking forward to this for a long time,
but I'm not sure if you know what I mean.
There are:
Pieces of clouds,
Light wind,
Green grass.
10. What are the poems describing the prairie
1, "out of the plug" Tang Wang Wei
Jiuyan city outside the hunt for the sky proud, white grass even the sky wildfire burning. The clouds and empty moraine drive the horses, and the plains are good for avoiding carvings in the fall.
The captain of the Qiang protection army rode the barricades in the morning, and the general of the broken captives crossed the Liao at night. The jade target is the bow of the horn, and the Han family will give the snow whoring Yao.
2, "Fengle Pavilion Spring Tour" Song Ouyang Xiu
Red trees and green mountains, the sun wants to slant, the long suburbs of the grass green without end. The tourists do not care about the spring will be old, to and from the pavilion in front of the pedal fall.
3, "The Walk on the Seaside" Tang Bao sol
The west wind should be tough, dew and pasture horses in the water and grass cold. I pity the Yellow River, but there is no shadow of the carpeted hall.
Out of the Seaside: Outside the city of Juyan, the hu people are hunting, and the white grass even the sky fire burning in the sky.
Under the twilight clouds, the desert is far away, and the vast plains in the fall are perfect for shooting eagles.
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 beaded head, the court will give to the victorious general: as brave as the Han Dynasty's Huo Juan Yao.
"Feng Le Pavilion Spring": red flowers full of trees, green mountains hidden, the sun is already in the west. The desert countryside, the grass is green, and you can't see the edge. The people traveling in the spring are very interested, not caring that the spring will be gone. In front of the Fengle Pavilion, there are people coming and going, and flowers are falling all over the place.
Walking on the Seaside: The west wind of Bao Sol is very cold at this time of the year, and the water and grass of the Chenglu pastoral horses are very cold. There are only a few scattered felt tents, and the shadow of the Hu people is not seen.