1. Beautiful verses about the Mongolian grassland
Beautiful verses about the Mongolian grassland 1. Poems describing the Mongolian grassland
1. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade is The pot is filled with wine and the golden bell is filled.
2. When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold. Unfortunately, all the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.
3. The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.
4. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.
5. March is blue and green, the twelfth month is yellow, and the boundless grass is bathed in autumn light. In the pastoral songs, the eagle cries, and the wind blows and the lush greenery appears, including cattle and sheep.
6. The sun is setting among the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endlessly green. Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, step on fallen flowers when they come and go in front of the pavilion.
7. A horse is flying in the boundless blue sky, and a young man is singing a pastoral song with the sound of his whip. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun.
8. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The loud music and songs go with the wind, and I know how high the mountain is.
9. 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.
10. 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.
11. 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.
12. Xixiu is burning red with hundreds of feet of clouds, and the crows are flying home in a hurry. The plains are gradually becoming misty, and the grassy fields are hurriedly gauzy.
13. If you say something real, it will arouse public suspicion, and wearing black will only attract slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness. Singing with meat in your mouth will make you laugh, 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.
14. Why is the plumage so dark? 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 are noisy in the trees, but there is no last song, and the crows are crows and the moon is falling. It is difficult to determine whether the vulgarity is pure and elegant, but the great wisdom is as foolish as the great sage.
15. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and 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.
16. 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.
17. There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.
18. The grass in Lili Plain dries up and grows every year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.
19. When the year comes, there will be less frost and spring will come. Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and the green color varied.
20. The grass grows in Liliyuan, and the grass dries up every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
2. Ancient poems describing the beautiful scenery of the Mongolian prairie
1. At this time, it was the setting sun, golden silence enveloped the grassland, and the mountains in the distance were covered with The colorful clothes of the sunset and the milky white clouds on the other side also became as bright red as the ribbons of fire.
The grass waves subsided, and the returning cattle and sheep came from the distant grasslands; only the camels that did not return at night were still wandering around the lake near the willow forest... The Mongols The heart of tourists is drunk; the hearts of tourists are drunk.
The love between Mongolia and Han is so deep that we can’t bear to say goodbye. The green grass at the end of the world talks about the setting sun! 2. Chilechuan Under the Yin Mountain The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is blue and the fields are vast. The wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep. 3. Three grassland poems (1) 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.
(2) 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.
(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 and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.
Attached is a poem from the North Grassland. His true words arouse public disapproval, 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 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.
3. What are the poems describing the grasslands of Inner Mongolia?
Chile Song
Folk songs of the Northern Dynasties
Chile River,
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Under the Yin Mountain,
the sky is like a dome,
covering the four fields.
The sky is clear,
the fields are vast,
the grass is blown by the wind and cattle and sheep are visible.
Three Prairie Poems
(1)
The yellow carpet 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.
(2)
The blue sky is getting higher and higher, 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.
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Why is the plumage so dark? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations!
As long as we depend 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 one is simple and elegant, but a great wise man is as wise as a fool.
Saibei Grassland Poetry:
The truthful words arouse public suspicion, and the black color attracts even more slander.
Foreknowledge of blessings and misfortunes and diligent retribution, only to be turned upside down 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.
Grass
Author: Bai Juyi
The grass grows in the original land, withering and growing every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
4. Poems describing the Mongolian steppe
Poems describing and praising the steppe (reprinted)
Beautiful steppe
The grassland is fresh and clear.
The white clouds fly across calmly.
This is the only blue sky and white clouds.
The meilu is full of laughter and joy.
The grassland is vast. Flocks of sheep
The vast sea of ??clouds shines brightly
The shepherd girl drives the camels far away and the sound of her flute
The love songs of the grassland are exquisite
The grass on the green mountains and ridges Strong
The clouds are clear and the sky is low, the scene is beautiful
The tidal flats are crisp and lush
The vast and vast spring heart is rippling
The green rivers and mountains
p>The water is clear, the grass is tender, the cattle and sheep are happy
The beautiful scenery is rarely visited
The desperate situation will make the gods drunk
The clear sky is thousands of miles wide
Singing love songs in front of the yurt
Singing soft songs into the home
Happy friends laughing
Crisp grass and green winding bay
Herds of cattle and sheep stain the mountains and rivers
White clouds float in the blue waves
The herdsmen are endlessly happy
The nomadic return at dusk
Cows A pile of sheep fat is gathered
White clouds make tents for mountains and rivers
The earth is devoted to show its virtue
The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the forests are quiet and new
The white clouds are floating in the air. Broken Soul
How can the grassland have such a fairyland
When can I swim without thinking about patrolling
The clear river makes light waves
The stream trickles Sing light songs
Breed cattle and sheep into clouds
Harvest and celebrate the joyful harvest
Red maples in the grassland are proud of the mountains and rivers
Mountains and rivers The clouds rise slowly
Horses play happily on the mountainside
Happy and festive year after year
5. Poems describing the prairie of Inner Mongolia
, " Farewell" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the wood door. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.
2. "Woyi Alley" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
There are wild flowers and wild flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
3. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fu De" 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 also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
4. "Chile Song" Unknown in the North and South
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan 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.
5. "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.
6. "The Beginning of Spring" by Zhang Shi of the Song Dynasty
There is less frost at the end of the year, and spring has arrived in the world.
Then I felt that there was a lot of business in front of me, and the east wind blew the water and green.
7. "West Stream of Chuzhou" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
8. "Beishan" by Song Wang Anshi
When Beishan loses green and rises across the pond, the straight cut returns to the pond.
Counting the fallen flowers in detail due to sitting for a long time, it is slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late.
9. "Out of the Fortress" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Outside the city of Juyan, people are hunting for geniuses, and the white grass is burning all over the sky.
Driving horses when the dusk clouds clear the moraine, it is easy to hide from eagles on the plains in autumn.
Protecting the Qiang colonel and riding the obstacles, he defeated the general who crossed the Liao Dynasty at night.
With a jade target, a horn, a bow and a bead to rein in the horse, the Han family will give the snow to the prostitute Yao.
10. "Spring Outing at 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.
11. "Send to Liu Jia" by Cao Ye of Tang Dynasty
The grass in the river is green 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.
12. "A Journey up the Wall" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty
When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the dew of herding horses and 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.
13. "Spring in the Borderlands" 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.
6. Poems describing the prairie of Inner Mongolia
Grassland, ah grassland, the cradle of my life. The clear and sweet flowing water is the milk that nourishes me. The faint fragrance of the fragrant grass nourishes my life. The heart of my life is holy and solid. The horseback is where I grew up. My grandmother’s expectant smile 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, gave me a broad chest, and beautiful mountains and rivers. My strong backbone, the wind, snow, and severe 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 the lovely homeland. The grassland, the wine, the fragrant tea, the rich family affection, and infinite love. I miss you, the grassland. The grassland in love misses you, it is a sweet memory, I miss you, it is a bitter attachment, I think of you, I miss you, the sky is blue and green, my heart is connected, I miss you, the grassland, the grassland in my heart misses you, it is a sweet memory, I miss you, it is a bitter attachment. When I think of you, I feel deep love. Accompanying my mother, 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 the cradle of my life, the grassland. Prairie, my prairie, my sun-shined prairie, rain-moistened prairie, the place where I was born and raised. You are the source of my strength. Prairie, ah grassland, my prairie. My spring breeze blows on my face. The prairie with rippling autumn waves is where I was born and raised. You It is my forever warm grassland, grassland, my prairie, my beautiful and affectionate grassland, the grassland where the galloping horses were born, where I was raised, you are forever in my heart (2) Nostalgia, give me a white cloud, float towards the Saibei Plateau. With family affection and nostalgia, give me a ray of spring breeze. Blow to the Saibei Plateau. Bring the spring rain. Bring 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. Night watch. The beautiful moonlight in my hometown (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. Accompanied by horses of the same age as me. The affectionate and holy pasture of Lamb 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 helped me on horseback, my mother. How much hope has been given to me? The broad pasture has given me an open mind. The affectionate pasture has given me so much bravery and strength. My hometown pasture is the cradle of my life and the source of wisdom. I will never forget the holy pasture that gave birth to me and raised me. (4) The love of the plateau brings me so much joy. The green field accompanies me and sings. The horse carries me on the wind and soars straight up. The vast plateau is blue and the eagle is soaring. The blue waves are rolling and the love is surging. The green peaks are majestic and the mountains are majestic (5) Emin River. Emin River, the mother river of the grassland, you flow quietly and silently. The ground is flowing day and night, year after year, endless waves, 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 love. River, 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 the most sacred river in the hearts of shepherds. Emin River, you are the river of life. I grew up drinking your milk. I cultivated with your faith. You taught me to be a human being. I will always be pure and pure. Like the Emin River, you are flowing quietly. Emin River, Emin River. I am to you. Such deep love for you is the river that will always flow in my heart. I have such respect for you. It will always be quiet and clear in my heart. Emin River, ah, Emin River, how many stories flow through your heart, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, you are a chapter in history. You are the river of life for the children of the grassland.
7. Poems about Mongolian people
Grassland
Author: Uligi
The miraculous craftsmanship of nature,
Cut out your beautiful train.
The cradle of nurturing life,
creating countless miracles in the world.
Only when history is well collected can it show its moving grace.
The sun is always so red,
so big, and
so round.
Colorful flowers,
blowing out wisps of cool fragrance.
Open and broad,
is the father's mind,
tender and subtle,
like mother's love, mellow and long-lasting.
Wherever the cattle and sheep walked,
there was a milky river singing softly.
Blue sky and green sea,
are the source of all life.
Pulling water
Author: Wu Liji
Among the colorful clouds,
Lark is singing.
Under the blue sky,
the flowers and plants are like a blanket.
The pasture is sunny and sunny,
There is a clear spring hanging on the horizon.
The small intestine trail stretches into the distance,
The wheels of the cart turn slowly.
The clear spring is gurgling,
The piano with a single string is playing.
She rolled up her sleeves,
and stared at herself.
There is a piece of blue sky in the water,
There are colorful scarves floating in the blue sky.
Bending down to pick up the sweet spring,
scattering a string of pearls.
She smiled,
The mountain dandelions were so red and sweet.
"Mongolia"
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When I imagine a green imagination
This catastrophe
Overwhelming and refreshing
Imagine that there is no escape from this fate
Tengger sleeps peacefully on the grassland
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North is north of north. North
With the swiftness of horseshoes
A journey of thousands of miles
This green sword pierces the eyeball
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The majesty of the grassland is coming
Hulala has a name that hits my heart
Mongolia Mongolia
Hang up your bows and arrows and totems
Let The thousand-year soul is close to me
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Mongolia
Green and nourishing Mongolia
Mongolia as quiet as iron
The bravery under Genghis Khan’s horse hooves
The brave warrior shining with Kublai Khan’s scimitar
The birth of legend and immortality
Horseback carrying history
History is loaded with heroes
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Shout out to Mongolia!
There are beacon smoke billowing
Swords and cavalry
Waving light and shadow
War is silent
When everything is buried by time
The grandeur and pride of Mongolia disappear like clouds
The nobility and luxury of the royal palace are as traceless as a spring dream
The grassland is peaceful and the sky is calm
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Mongolia Mongolia
My bloodline originates from my parents and brothers
My supreme king
Commander Once in love?
The Confusion of My Life in Mongolia
The Mistakes of My Soul
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"Enter Mongolia"
Entering Mongolia
Entering into milk wine and morin fiddle
The melodious pastoral songs and the melodious sound of the fiddle
The horse herder man whips down the sun
A Mongolian girl shyly dresses up as the moon
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Say: Saibainu
and you will become a Mongolian
Strong wine and spirits Horses are essential
Milk tea and hospitality are essential
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When the golden and tender roasted whole lamb is fragrant
When the hada is raised high above the head
This moment is solemn and grand
Not an imagination
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Become a Mongolian
Drink up the kumiss in one gulp
Abandon the bamboo chopsticks
Solve the problem with a shining Mongolian knife
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Become Mongolians
Live as rough nature
Simple and pure life
Just like the unbridled wind on the grassland
Just like Tengger The sky is always bright
8. Beautiful sentences about the grassland
1. I couldn’t bear to step on the fat and tender grass under my feet, and drove the sheep to the grassland. This vast grassland is so beautiful, with eye-catching green everywhere; the sky in the grassland here is so beautiful, the blue sky is covered with a few long white clouds, the blue sky with white is so beautiful!
2. At this time, the grassland was enveloped in golden silence, the mountains in the distance were covered in colorful clothes of sunset, the milky white clouds on the other side also became as bright red as flames, the grass waves subsided, The herds of cattle and sheep returning from herding came from distant grasslands; only the camels that did not return at night were still wandering around the lake near the willow forest, and the entire prairie looked peaceful.
3. The terrain is flat and vast, with slight undulations in the distance. The entire land is covered with green grass, like a thick carpet, which looks particularly fresh against the blue sky.
4. The grassland scenery is thousands of miles away, the melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle, the fragrant milk tea, the simple and high-pitched Mongolian folk songs, the warm and hospitable Mongolian compatriots... The horses are galloping, the herdsmen are singing, that The small flowers, cattle, sheep, horses and shepherds on the grassland form a very beautiful picture.
5. The summer grassland is full of green grass. Take a deep breath, and the fragrant smell of grass and trees will come to your nostrils, making you feel refreshed and intoxicated. Cows, horses and sheep roam on the grassland, and the wind blows and the grass forms a picturesque scene, just like the folk song of the Northern Dynasties, "The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows and the grass is low, and the cattle and sheep can be seen"! Riding on horseback and traveling leisurely, it feels like you have entered a paradise.