The beautiful grassland grassland is fresh and clear, and the white clouds are still calm, and the blue sky and white clouds are the only place where the deer and the plums are laughing and happy, and the grassland is vast, and the sheep are in large flocks, and the sea of clouds is colorful and bright, and the shepherds are driving the camels and flutes far away, and the grassland is beautiful and beautiful, and the green mountains and steep ridges of the grass are strong, and the clouds are light and the sky is low and the scenery is beautiful, and the mudflats are crispy and luxuriant, and the vastness and the vastness of the spring is green and the river and the mountain are clear and the grass is young and the cows and sheep are happy, and the landscape is clear and beautiful, and the human traces are rare. The sky is so clear and wide that you can sing a love song in front of a yurt, a light song that is sung in front of a yurt. The song is the breeding of cattle and sheep into clouds of harvest *** celebration of the joy of the grassland red maple proud of the mountains and rivers of the mountains and rivers of the clouds of smoke and horses play the mountainside joyful celebration of the year again and again.
2. The grassland of the self-written poemGrassland Wen / Wang Weike You undulate into a posture of tender green expression delicate skin to welcome the call of life and Tengri, the sky's favor and coffins This vast and wide endless geography so that the free blood into the body clean body and mind exuberant soul I in the depressing emptiness of the city to feel and aspire to your self-esteem, you are my heart's most beautiful scenery How I hope that one day, your limbs can be used in a way that will help the people of the world to understand the importance of the grassland. 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 dust and 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 fat flocks of sheep, the simple herdsmen, the rich milk of the horses, the delicious food of the meats, the primitive state of the world will continue to exist, and that the purity of the hearts of the people will flourish in the land. You are the paradise in the eyes of the lost, but the cruelty of reality is destroying you. Your fountain has become muddy and dirty, your face has become haggard and withered, and who buried your beauty foolishly? You are now lost in my eyes, and my saddened eyes can only look at the imagination of the olden days. I'm sorry for what happened to you.
3. Self-created ancient poems about the grassland from the next book of the fifth grade "grassland"Three poems about the grassland
(a)
The yellow carpet is quietly replaced by the green lawn, and the ancient plains have no words to explain the sound of fall.
The hoofs of the horse have broken the setting sun, and the Ovoo is waiting for the moon to shine.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the Jade Dragon is enchanting.
The green and verdant sky is a place for sheep to graze, and a horse can sing a song of intoxication.
(3)
The slanting sun is not to be seen, but the mountains are dyed yellow.
I don't know how to say that the old cow is full, but the shepherd's stove is full of incense.
Seven lines - the crows - and the grass in the north of the country
The color of the feathers is deep, so why are there so many suspicions? The first time I saw it, it was a very good one!
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The first is a very simple and elegant story, and the second is a great one.
He was so diligent in reporting the blessings and misfortunes, but he was wronged by the wise and the foolish.
He sings with his finger in his hand, but he throws a stone and drinks water.
The name of the man who sings in the name of a man, and the name of the man who drinks water from a stone, is a good story.
The Cile Song
A folk song of the Northern Dynasties
The Cile River,
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 and the grass is low.
Three Poems on Grassland
(1)
The yellow carpet is quietly replaced by a green lawn, and the ancient plains have no words to explain the sound of autumn.
The horse's hooves have broken the setting sun, and the Ovoo is waiting for the moon to shine.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the Jade Dragon is enchanting.
The green and verdant sky is a place for sheep to graze, and a horse can sing a song of intoxication.
(3)
The slanting sun is not to be seen, but the mountains are dyed yellow.
I don't know how to say that the old cow is full, but the shepherd's stove is full of incense.
Seven lines - the crows - and the grass in the north of the country
The color of the feather is deep, why are there so many suspicions? The first time I saw it, it was a very good one!
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had a lot of money.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The first is a very simple and elegant story, and the second is a great one.
He was so diligent in reporting the blessings and misfortunes, but he was wronged by the wise and the foolish.
He sings with his finger in his hand, but he throws a stone and drinks water.
The man who is not a good judge of character, but a good writer, is not a bad judge of character.
Grass
By Bai Juyi
The grass on the plains is a blossoming grass.
A wildfire cannot be eliminated, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.
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 the second time I saw you, it was a very good time to see you.
5. A poem about the prairieThe beautiful prairie
The prairie 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 prairie is vast and the sheep are in large flocks
Mangy sea of clouds are colorful and bright
The shepherds are driving the camels and their flutes are far away
The prairie is a beautiful place to love. The love song is beautiful
The grass grows strong in the green hills and mountains
The clouds are pale and the sky is low
The mudflats are crisp and lush
The vastness of the sea is a springtime delight
The river and the mountains are blue and green
The water is clear and the grass is tender and the cows and the sheep are happy
The scenery is beautiful and the sight of people is rare
A desperate land will intoxicate the gods
A ten-thousand mile sky is clear and boundless
The sky is clear and bright
Love song in front of the yurt
Light song in the homeland
Happy friends smiling
Crisp grass green paths
Cattle and sheep in herds dyeing the mountains and rivers
White clouds drifting on the blue waves
Herdsmen's happiness is boundless
Returning to the nomadic pastoralism at twilight
Cattle and sheep fattened up in a pile
The white clouds are the tent of the mountains
The white clouds are the tent of the mountains
The white clouds are the tent of the nomadic pastoralists.
The white clouds make a tent for the mountains and rivers
The earth shows its love and virtue
The mountains are beautiful and the forests are quiet and new
The white clouds are drifting and want to break their souls
There is a wonderland in the grasslands
When can you travel and not think about touring
The river is clear and the waves are gentle
The streams are trickling and singing softly
The sheep and cattle have been bred in the clouds
The harvest is a joyous celebration. The harvest **** celebration is joyful
The grassland red maple is proud of the mountains and rivers
The mountains and rivers are full of clouds and smoke
Horses are happy to play along the mountainside
Joyful and joyful year after year