Modern Poetry in Praise of the Grassland

Article 1: Dreaming of the Grassland Author: Grassland Flying Song I love the beautiful grassland, the vast grassland, where there are beautiful yurts, sweet milk tea, home away from home, I like the green grassland in the spring, where there are naive herdsmen, beautiful girls, hospitality, I love the fresh grassland in summer, where there are white sheep, blue skies, white clouds, I love the grassland in the autumn, high grass, where there is a fat steed, a flying horse, a rider, free to go, I love the winter, snowy, vast grasslands, where there is fertile land, playful children, nurturing hope. I love the snowy grassland in winter, where the fertile land, the playful children, and the hopefulness of the grassland, I long for the beautiful grassland, the vast grassland, where there is no limit to what you can do, and where you can run wild. How many times have I begged to leave your firmest arms in my memory, to sweep the wildness of the horse's back, to leave the most intimate tenderness of the white clouds, to listen to the hissing of the coming and going, to let my heart run away from its reins, to run in the realm of your heart, which has been barren for a hundred years, and to see my longing in the eyes of the horse's hooves, and to see my fluffy hair and free-flowing mane, mixed and dyed into the most romantic picture, accompanied with the shepherds' brightest voices, thinking about the road I had forgotten when I came here. Perhaps, in the depths of the white clouds, there still rests my love that has dried up, and there still flows my love that has withered away. The carved saddle echoes with the forgetfulness and confusion that we have longed for for too long, and at the moment of waking up, I am in your wide and thick arms, and my heart has already gone to sleep. I'd like to send a dream to the vast grassland. The intoxicating breeze will nourish everything. Tibet, that vast frontier, day and night with your dream. The grass is green, the wind blows and you can see the cows and sheep. The wind blows and you can see the cattle and sheep. The horses that run, who chase you to wander. The Gesang flower spreads its fragrance all over the place, and the maiden who appreciates the flower is in the beginning of her love. Accompanied by butterflies and the fragrance of the flowers singing, love songs loud and clear. The eagle with spreading wings soars in the boundless blue sky, giving whoever it is a moment of realization a lifetime of yearning. The grassland is a dream of a lifetime. The dream of freedom flows along the Yarlung Zangbo River. I want to go to Tibet, the pursuit of grassland dream paradise. The grassland is my hometown, and the scenery of my hometown makes me think of Genghis Khan's gaze. I don't know if the ancient battlefield is only in Eurasia, but now it's empty and happy! Guiding my direction, so that I am not at a loss, the west wind rises, you smile, you are still strong, remembering the vicissitudes of history, urging me to sail far away. Part 6: Grassland Love By: Jun Mo Si Gui Whenever I see the moon in the sky, I will think of my hometown far away, where the sky is so clear, and the girls there love to sing. The spring breeze is blowing the mountains green, the wildflowers smell fresh, the goats play happily in the grass, and the sunshine melts the ice glacier of the thousand years, the geese melt the reed lake, the sunshine melts the ice glacier of the thousand years, and the geese melt the ice glacier of the thousand years. The geese are wandering in the lake of reeds, and where she used to stay, the nightingale will fly to her white felt room. Horses screaming, eagles chirping, the girl's song is beautiful, the young man looked at her smile, Malan flowers are dedicated to you, the beautiful grassland warm home, our love is nourished in this vast prairie, help the girl on the horse, together with the whip galloped grassland, magnificent grassland my home, horse whip galloped grassland. Part VIII: About Grassland Author: Smoke and Rain Cangmeng Grassland is very green to drop out of the clear green green white clouds are very low to kiss the vast grassland breeze with the long melodious tone of the Mongolian sunlight contains a soft and charming sentiment a small road printed herdsman Han's footprints a piece of forest witnessed the shepherd girl's love white clouds bring the love of the wisps of love paper grassland carries the love of the thick memory of the red stallion ah agitation with the Han * * * white sheep ah cozy ** The white sheep warm the girl's sweetness, the grassland is filled with tenderness, the white clouds carry the traces of love, the fifteenth moon kisses a mark of love, the Ovoo meeting paints a picture of deep love, side by side on the grassland under the moonlight, hand in hand with each other in the firelight of the bonfire, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland, the grassland. You undulate into a posture. "Your delicate green face and delicate skin You welcome the call of life and the Tengri. The favor of the heavens and its coffins. This vast, wide and boundless geography ? ? Let the blood of freedom flow into the body, the body and mind clean and the soul free ? I'm in a depressing, empty city. I feel and yearn for your self-esteem. ? You're the most beautiful sight in my heart. ? How I wish that one day Your limbs can spread out in all directions. ? ? Spread hard ? So that the hope of life can swallow up all those ? The harsh effects of dust storms ? ? The vast expanse of land ? ? The sturdy horses ? ? The beauty of clear springs and wildflowers ? ? The swaying reeds, the flying swans ? The fat flocks of sheep, the simple herdsmen, the rich milk of the horses, and the delicious taste of the swans. The rich milk of the horses and the delicious meat. The primitive state continues here. Pure hearts flourish here. ? You are God's reward for goodness ? You are God's gift to goodness. ? Sinful mankind has poisoned you with ignorance. ? ? You are the paradise of the lost ? ? The cruelty of reality destroys you ? Your fountain has become muddy and dirty. ? Your face has become haggard and yellow. ? Who buried your beauty in ignorance? You are now lost in my eyes, and my sad eyes can only look at you. ? "The imagination of the old days. ? Numb human beings have lost their conscience ? "The human being who wants more than he can eat"? Do you really want one day? To be quietly buried by the rolling sands. ? The prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the cradle of my life The clear, sweet water is the milk that feeds me The sweet scent of the fragrant grasses moistens my heart The holy, solid back of the horse is the climb to the top of the ladder Whenever I think of the prairie, the prairie, the cradle of my life, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, my lovely home The prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie, my prairie. Give me a bright moon to hang on the Plateau of the northern part of Serbia. The night is more beautiful in the plateau, and the moon is brighter in the hometown. The vast pastureland in my hometown is the blue sky of my heart, where I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea, listening to sweet songs and accompanied by horses and lambs of the same age, the deep, holy pastureland, which has given me so many fond memories of childhood, and I often go back to it in my dreams, to the deep, deep pastureland that gave birth to and nurtured me. My father's love put me on the back of a horse, my mother's love gave me many expectations, and the broad pasture gave me a broad mind, and the deep and affectionate pasture gave me much courage and strength. The boundless geography of this vast expanse allows the blood of freedom to be incorporated into the body, the cleanliness of the body and mind, and the exuberance of the soul. I feel and aspire to your self-respect in the oppressive and empty city. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. I hope that one day your limbs will spread out in all directions, and that the hope of life will consume the bad effects of the sand and dust storms, the vast expanse of the countryside, the sturdy horses, the clear water of the springs, the beauty of the wildflowers, and the swaying reeds, the flying swans, the fat sheep, and the fat sheep. Flying swans, fat sheep, simple herdsmen, rich horse's milk, tasty meat, the primitive state continues here, the pure heart flourishes here, you're God's reward for goodness, sinful mankind ignorantly poisoned you, you're a paradise in the eyes of the lost, the cruelty of reality ruthlessly destroys you, your springs have become muddy and dirty, your face has turned haggard and withered, who buried your beauty foolishly, you're a lost cause to the world, and the sadness and sorrow of the world are in my eyes. You are now lost in my eyes, and my sad eyes can only look at the old imagination, the numbness of mankind, the loss of conscience, the human race, the human race with its insatiable desire, do you really wish to be buried by the rolling sands one day? As the white mist fades away, the spirit of the land rises, flowers sway in the breeze, sheep and cows are carefree, birds sing ancient songs in the fresh air, and I cross the grassland on a white horse. The almighty sun stretches out his golden fingers, turning everything into gold, and now I'm the king of the world, and I don't care that I have gold, I make the stones sing, I make the flowers fly, and I leave the gold behind and cross the grassland with my horse in my hand, and with a light footsteps on the grassland, you, Malantau. Your light footsteps tread on the wetlands I've never been to before, and the lack of song pauses on the strings. A flock of birds spreads its wings in the grass, and the wind moves in the distant sky. Countless eyes seem to notice your charm. This is the Malan of the past few months, and when you're out of your memory, the rainy season will come. I'll be counting the feathers you've thrown away, and I will count your discarded feathers under the sky. I feel and yearn for your self-respect in the depressing and empty city. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. 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 sandstorms, and that the vast territory will be filled with healthy horses, clear springs, and clean water. The vast expanse of the countryside, the sturdy horses, the clear springs, the beauty of the wild flowers, the swaying reeds, the flying swans, the fat flocks, the simple herdsmen, the rich horse's milk, the delicious meat, the primitive state of the world continues here, and the pure hearts flourish here. You are God's reward for the good, and sinful mankind ignorantly poisons you, you are the paradise in the eyes of the confused, and cruelty destroys you, and your springs are already muddy and dirty, and your face has turned gaunt and withered, who buried your beauty foolishly. Who buried your beauty foolishly? You are now lost in my eyes. My sad eyes can only look at the old imagination. Numb human beings have lost their conscience. You really want to be buried by the rolling sands someday. Your suffering makes me sad. The solid back of the horse is my climb to the top of the ladder, and my mother's expectant smile is the source of my strength Whenever I think of the prairie, the prairie, I think of the cradle of life, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, my lovely homeland The vast prairie has given me a broad chest, the beautiful mountains and rivers have given me a strong backbone, the winds and the snow have given me a strong character, and the hard work of my mother has given me an everlasting strength Whenever I think of the prairie, the prairie, I think of the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, my lovely home. Forever Modern Poetry Grassland Wen / Wang Weike You undulate into a posture, your tender green expression and delicate skin welcome the call of life and Tengri, the favor and embankment of heaven, this vast, wide and boundless geography, letting the free blood into your body, the clean body and mind, and the unrestrained soul. I feel and aspire to your self-esteem in the depressing and empty city, and you're the most beautiful landscape in my heart. 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 those who are lost, and the cruelty of reality is destroying you. Your fountain is muddy and dirty, and your face has become haggard and yellow. Who buried your beauty in ignorance? You are now lost in my eyes, and my sorrowful eyes can only look into the imagination of the old days, and numbness of mankind has destroyed you. That green, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful.