Poems about the prairie and the beautiful Mongolian women
1. Last year today in this door, the face of the peach blossoms reflect each other. ____ Cui Gu's "Question on the South Village of the Capital City"
2. Returning the king's pearl with two tears hanging down, hating the time when I was not married. ____ Zhang Ji's "The Song of the Festival Woman - Sending Dongping Li Sikong Shi Dao"
3. Red short-handed, yellow cord wine, full of spring color of the palace wall willows. ____ Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix - Red Crispy Hands"
4. Beauty cut her own throat on the bank of the Wujiang River, the fire of war once burned the Red Cliff Mountain, and the general was empty of the Jade Gate Pass. ____ Zhang Kejiu's "The Sound of Selling Flowers - Nostalgia for the Ancient Times"
5. The beauty rolled up the pearl curtains, and sat y knitting her moth brows. ____ Li Bai's "Complaints"
6. Twenty-four Bridges under the Moon, Where does the Jade Man Teach the Blowjob? ____ Du Mu "Send to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou"
7. I once said goodbye to a beauty on the bridge, and hated that there was no news to this day. ____ Liu Yuxi 《Yang Liu Zhi / Willow Branch Lyrics》
8. My Fair Lady, Gentleman's Marty. ____ anonymous "Guan Ju"
9. Orchids are beautiful and chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can't forget the beautiful people I miss. ____ Liu Che "Autumn Wind Rhetoric"
10.With the color of others, can get a few good times. ____ Li Bai's "Concubine's Thin Life"
11. The seventh night of the seventh day of the seventh month, we see the blue sky, the ox and the weaving maiden cross the river bridge. ____ Lin Jie "Begging for coincidence"
12.The merchant girl does not know the hatred of her country, but sings the flowers in the back garden across the river. ____ Du Mu "Parking in the Qinhuai River"
13. Borrowing the tide of the river and seawater, how is it like the love of the gentleman and the heart of the concubine? ____ Bai Juyi's "Wave Taosha - Borrowing the Tide of the River and the Sea Water"
14.You know that my concubine has a husband, so I gave her a pair of bright pearls. ____ Zhang Ji's "Festival Women's Yin - Sending Dongping Li Sikong Shidao"
15. Walkers outside the wall, beautiful women laugh inside the wall. ____ Su Shi "Butterfly Lovers' Flower - Spring Scenery"
16. I would rather not know the city and the country. It's hard to get a good person again. ____ Li Yannian "Song of Li Yannian"
2. Poems Describing the Mongolian People1. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot pours wine all over the golden bell.
2. The west wind is strong, the dew is cold, and the grass is cold. The poor Yellow River nine curved end, felt hall jail fall Hu no shadow.
3, a river of grass color green curls, around the house water sound like home. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it again.
4. The mountains were sent away, and the sun went down to cover the wood. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, but I didn't want to see you again.
5, March blue green waxing yellow, boundless grass color Mu autumn light. The eagles are calling in the pastoral song, and the wind is blowing the green grass now, the cattle and sheep.
6, the red tree green mountain sun wants to slant, the long suburbs of grass green endless. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers, and then you can see the color of the flowers in front of the pavilion.
7, a blue sprawl horse flying, young whip sound pastoral song. The girl's dancing skirt is happy, and the bonfire is drunk with the evening sun.
8. The grass is green and the willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The song is loud and clear and goes with the wind, knowing how many times the mountains are closed.
9. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the Jade Dragon is enchanting. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
10, the yellow carpet quietly changed green, the ancient original speechless release of the sound of autumn. The horse's hooves are broken by the setting sun, lying singing Ovoo to wait for the moon to be bright.
11, the slanting sun is not seen to see the slanting sun, the mountain package forest shade 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.
12. The western peak is burning red, and the crows are hurrying home. The river is becoming more and more colorful, and the grass and fields are in a hurry to be lightly veiled.
3. Poems about Inner Mongolian costumesMongolian costumes include robes, belts, boots, jewelry and so on. However, there are differences in style depending on the region. To women's robes, for example, horqin, karachin area of mongolians by the Manchu influence, more wear wide straight to the heel of the robe, both sides of the fork, collar and cuffs with more color sets of flowers appliquéd; xilingol grassland mongolians are wearing fat, narrow-sleeved edges do not open the Mongolian robe; buryat women wear girdle skirt type shoulder robe; Ordos women's robe is divided into three, the first for the body suit, the sleeve length of the wrist, the second for the outerwear, sleeve length of the wrist, the second for the outerwear, the sleeve length of the wrist. The second is a tunic with sleeves up to the elbow, and the third is a collarless placketed kangsha, studded with straight rows of glittering buttons; while the robes worn by the Mongols in Qinghai are more similar to those of the Tibetans. Except for Qinghai, men's dress varies little from place to place. In the spring and fall, they wear a robe, in the summer they wear a single robe, and in the winter they wear a cotton or leather robe. Mongolians usually like to wear fabric clothes, festivals or celebrations generally wear brocade bordered satin clothes. Men's clothes are mostly blue and brown, and women's clothes like to use red, pink, green and sky blue. Belt is an important part of Mongolian dress, with a length of three or four meters of satin or cotton made. Men hang knives, fire scythes, snuffboxes and other ornaments on their belts. Mongolian boots are divided into two kinds of leather boots and cloth boots, Mongolian boots with fine workmanship, boots and other places have exquisite patterns. Hanging jewelry and wearing hats are the habits of Mongolians. Hats in various regions also have local characteristics. Inner Mongolia and Qinghai and other places of Mongolia's hat top high side flat, lining made of white felt, the outer edge of the decorated leather or felt dyed purple and green for decoration, winter thick summer thin. The top of the hat decorated with tassels, hat band for silk, men and women can wear. Hulunbeier's Balkhu, Buryat Mongolia, men with shawl cap, women with turned brim pointed cap. Agate, jadeite, coral, pearls, silver and other precious raw materials to make Mongolia's jewelry rich and luxurious. Men's colors are mostly blue, black and brown, but also some with silk wrapped around the head. Women mostly with red, blue bandana wrapped around the head, winter and men wear the same conical cap.
Mongolian men wear robes and girth, women's sleeves embroidered with lace patterns, tops with high collars, seemingly similar to the race. Women like to wear three pieces of clothing of different lengths, the first piece of fitted clothing, sleeve length to the wrist, the second tunic, sleeve length to the elbow, the third piece of collarless lapel kangshan, nailed with straight rows of flash buttons, especially eye-catching
4. There are no verses about MongoliaNorthern Dynasties Lefu Cile Chuan, under the Yinshan Mountains, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep. This Northern Dynasties folk song, although only twenty-seven words, but has great artistic infectious force.
It sings the richness and magnificence of the northern grasslands, and expresses the unlimited love of the people of Cile for the soil and water that nurtures them, and for the nomadic life. "Cilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone, chanting the natural characteristics of the north, uncovered, lofty and vast.
These six concise words, with their majestic tone, reveal the powerful character of the Cile ethnic group. From which we can also strongly feel that the uncontrollable feelings of praise from the heart.
"The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields", these two sentences come from the background of the above, the picture of the vast, the sky and the field of the magnificent. At the same time, capturing the most typical features of this national life, the singer sketched a picture of the northern landscape with the pen of the rafters.
"The sky is vast, the wild, the wind blows the grass low to see the cattle and sheep", "the sky", "wild" two sentences to carry on, and depicts the penmanship slightly stacked, implying aria lyrical mood. The author utilizes the form of superimposed words. The author uses the form of superimposed words to emphasize the sky's vastness, far away, the wilderness of the turquoise, sprawling.
These two sentences show the broad-mindedness and bold character of the Chilian people.
This folk song from the language to the mood can be said to be natural, it is straight and simple, the rhyme is really simple. The language is not obscure and difficult to understand, and it expresses the great feelings of the people of Chiloe in a simple, quick and hearty way.
Fu De Ancient Prairie Farewell Bai Juyi (白居易) said, "The grass on the plains is a yearly blossom. It is not easy to be burned by wildfire, but spring breeze blows again and again. The far-flung fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear verdure connects with the deserted city. I am sending the king's grandchildren away again, and I am full of farewell feelings.
The wild grass extends far down to the ancient road, and the verdant mountains connect the deserted city. It's time to send a friend on a long journey, and the grass is full of parting feelings.
The following is a netizen's original poem: Bu Suan Zi - Qinghai Lake grassland half green grass autumn yellow, looking at the sky. The wind sends cows and sheep when a few sounds, butterfly degrees in the ghostly bush.
The year of a thousand years - the grassland outside the plug smoke outside the border. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The sky is the limit, the mountains are stacked, idle clouds line a few. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the car and the car.
The verdure is all over the place, and the road bends to point to the broken hoofprints of the tent. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
A long history of heroes. The fire is out.
The whistle is made of reed. The whistle is made of reed.
The clothes and the skin are cold and migrating. The past is also the past, blink of an eye to see the face change again.
Comments2311 Yue Chang Bo RongAcceptance rate: 71%From the team: large and small education AnswersSpecialized in: chat softwareEnglish examsEnglish translationLiteratureOther AnswersNorth and South Dynasties. Folk Song . （Cilechuan (敕勒川) Cilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain; the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields, the sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows the grass low to see the cattle and sheep. Grass Author: Bai Juyi The grass on the plains is a blossoming grass. It's not easy to get rid of it, but the spring breeze blows it back to life.
The ancient road is invaded by a faraway fragrance, and the deserted city is connected to the clear green. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
The spring mountain is a picture of a horse, and everyone says that the shepherd boy is still young. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of a journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a journey.
In the season of dreams, there are many friends. Look: birds sing, fish swim, horses run.
Symposium is still here, but the red color is old. But it is a pity that the old love is still alive.
I'm looking forward to it all the time, do you know it?
5. Poems about Inner MongoliaWho remembers that I once came to this green city? My footsteps, the footsteps of a wanderer, are like the wind that flashes across the back of the city, which does not take away a little bit of the city's memories of prosperity and confusion. The reflection in the blue sky l couldn't tell which bit was history and which bit was historical glory l walked through the land where Jin merchants gathered l couldn't pick up the camel bells that were swung back then the sound of the pike after the debris was scattered l was silently far away from the space where my fingers danced Who remembers that l had been here before l came to this green city On this land that had already melted, l was beginning to melt as well l was being gently buried under the heavy weight of the years that had been stripped away So I chose to leave for the last time and evaporate like sweat under the debris of civilization Love in the Green City Have you ever seen a long-lost person suddenly arrive in your city Have you ever seen a long-lost meteor streak over your head and then open the door with difficulty Pour him a glass of wine and watch him drink it all down Hohhot, the Green City, watching in solitude in the wind How can your body, so thin, be able to withstand the coldness of this city? I love it Let's go south, here I have my strong thoughts and tenderness, which can build another city. I can build another city here, and if you come, you'll be king over my poetry and words and wine and grass, but you'll never leave the soil where you were born, you promised the desert sands, you promised to marry a rider, a man with a long bow, a man with a strong heart, to marry his sheep and cattle, to marry the wind and grass, and to carry on for him the sad sound of the horse's lyre, and I'll never wait for that, not even to speak of the next life, but in the next life, I'll still not be able to change the color of the city or the color of the city, not even to change the color of the city, not even before he comes to me, but only to drag me away from the city, and not to change the city. I can only drag my thin pen to paint for you the face of a wounded soldier with a tear in his eye, reflecting the rainy river and a woman who was washing yarn, like you, Hohhot, with its lights blowing from the north to the south, the winds and the fear in the winds coming from the north, north of which are the Yin Mountains, the bones of a dead soldier, a whitish sheepskin thrown farther north of the Yin Mountains, and a drum that, when beaten by heavy whips, has turned the hoofs of the horses and the cold weapons into a flood that has raged for a thousand years. The floods that have raged for a thousand years are now called grasslands, and the cold sunlight shines on the tamed grasses, and the winds, from a place more bitter and older than the grasses, keep blowing over the grasses and the Yinshan Mountains towards the city, and the ears of the city open to the winds, and the lamps flow southward, but the lamps never flowed over the Yellow River, and the brothers under the lamp or the torches before that are the abandoned tribes, the banished herds of horses and the sheep who chewed on the snow without a word, and the sun, or the north, which looks southward or northward, and the sun, or the north. Whether to look to the sun or to hiss to the cold winds of the north is a choice that has been in doubt for thousands of years but on the red soil of the flooded Yellow River we can plant red willows, we can build villages to house the smoke of peace, we can trade our horse hides for tea and silk from the south, oh, the delicate and timeless tea, the soft and smooth silk, the qualities of the south are full of temptation and the light has always flowed to the south where the tea and silk come from but it has never flowed south of the Yellow River, it has never flowed back north of Yinshan, it has never flowed south of the Yellow River, it has never returned north of Yinshan. Between the Yellow River and the Yinshan Mountains lies my anxious and hesitant Hohhot, illuminated by the fresher and fresher sunlight in front of me and the deeper and deeper cold winds at my back, the sky blue and green, poor and simple, the unpredictable cloud formations now and then approaching from afar to drop costly rains, or frigid snows, and the streets full of hardy poplars and equally hardy willows in a state of panic, in which the hardy and the hardy have no idea what they are doing, and they're scared. They are still in a state of shock, and the hardy ones are my brothers and their women, imitating the long-lost flocks that graze in the sun, in the rain, in the wind, in the rain, or in the snow, ruminating calmly, no longer wanting to go south over the Yellow River, north over the Yinshan Mountains, or to move forward to get closer to their dreams, or backward to keep their traditions, but only to maneuver the 21st Century in the halal restaurants of the Hui district, the alleys of Yuquan district, the offices of Newtown district, the cornfields of Tokoto and Tumet, and to live the life of that day, that month, that year, and the life of the new world. Life on the day of the month of the year And on Xinhua Square, the galloping horses are not just sculptures There is always the sobering sound of hooves across the city in the middle of the night.
6. Seek articles or poems about Mongolians-- Mongolian men -- When it comes to Mongolian men, the relevant words seem to be swarthy and fierce, including the customary expressions of ruggedness and exuberance.
Mongolian men are extremely varied in appearance. There is the Western style, they are as strong as bulls, handsome and powerful, and even have a curly hair.
There is a Chinese style, short, thin and black, such as Jiangnan boy. There is the Japanese style, with a cold, murderous face.
And then there is the Korean style, white as snow and slim as a woman. Of course, there is also the authentic Mongolian school, square face, wide forehead, tough and powerful.
This is obviously related to their nomadic habits, everywhere grazing, everywhere fighting, everywhere interbreeding, no wonder varieties mixed. But you approach or familiar with Mongolian men, surprising and unforgettable is their tenderness.
The so-called "tenderness", said the Mongolian men soft-hearted. Although they are also characterized by toughness and irritability.
You look at the eyes of Mongolian men, there is always some treasure hidden in the depths of the eyes. When they look at horses, sheep, children and women, this pity will be revealed, as if facing a fragile treasure.
Therefore, they often praise the horse, the woman and the land. Again, the Mongols look at horses differently from other people, and especially differently from the Chinese, who can bring good luck.
In the eyes of Mongolian men, the horse is not a livestock, it is a proud, high creature with amazing speed and beautiful appearance. Therefore, the look in the eyes of Mongolian men when they hug the wide neck of a horse is touching.
Their tenderness, too, includes romance. When Mongolian men find desirable women, they stare at them with impunity.
In fact, every woman knows that to be looked at is to be praised. Mongolian men's eyes are like torches that seem to burn away their clothes and shyness.
The word "romance" in the West is seen as an almost great male quality, which is more than lust, and certainly not in the KTV room, it is love as a life event, to go to the fire, lingering sad. Such a man is certainly not very shrewd, such as Bill Gates would not go this way.
But romantics argue that only a fool would sacrifice romance for wealth. They also believe that it is foolish for a man to hide his attitude towards women.
So Mongolian men don't quite understand what hypocrisy is all about. I also marveled at the tenderness of Mongolian men when they sang.
There are thousands of Mongolian folk songs, but there are only three themes: mother, land, and love. These tough and dignified men sing like blowing fire carefully with their lips, washing their faces with spring water, and carving a statue of Buddha carefully with a knife.
None of the so-called songs of Mongolian men are so-called heroic. This leads to my second confusion, that is, in the small bridge in the south of the river, the men are delicate and clean, but let people do not feel how much tenderness they have, their delicate is also only expressed in the property.
Then, in the snowy north, the Mongolian men's softness is just the same as the roughness of the appearance of the table. The second characteristic of Mongolian men is "stupid".
Of course, I am talking about people living in the steppe. It is inaccurate to say that they are not calculating, it should be said that they are not calculating.
They think it is ridiculous to be calculating, and they are afraid to be thought of as shrewd. With such an image in the world, it would be impossible to be a man in the steppe.
Of course, under this mentality, their environment is necessarily underdeveloped. And "money", the most enlightening tool God has given to man, has not molded the Mongolian man well.
Therefore, the best people they could produce were athletes and artists, arriving at excellence through physical and mental ability, unlike the Jews, who became great businessmen and scientists through actuarial calculations and suffering. In the eyes of the Mongol man or in the eyes of the Mongols, stealing people's property is an unconscionable thing.
Stealing is not only an extremely shameful thing, but also an unthinkable thing. Why steal from others? They are perplexed about it.
Therefore, the Mongolians sleep at night in the summer. In the daytime, if the whole family goes out, they don't close the house either.
There is a half-door for livestock. Their chests are not locked.
Because no one would go into another's house to rummage through the chest. To them, those acts of theft, robbery, and embezzlement were simply the acts of the devil.
And in the building to install security nets, gold and silver jewelry into the safe, and the safe installed embedded cement steel plate heavy as a mountain situation is really very interesting joke. Mongolian men like to drink.
Like Russian men, they are believed to be the best drinkers. The last characteristic of Mongolian men is "laziness".
The heavy work of herding cattle and building houses is done by men, but it is done seasonally. In the meantime, they don't get involved in any household chores.
In the morning, Mongolian men have to drink tea, which is an important part of the day's work, and drinking for two or three hours is not long. And milking, cooking, tea, livestock, and raising old people and children these heavy labor, by the woman to take charge of.
I'm afraid that they have not observed the hard work of Mongolian women in their lives. In the pastoral areas, there are many old women who are hunchbacked, which is the mark of their labor.
And if a man helps (just helps) to do some housework, he is considered as "that's not good", even by women. Therefore, it is very hard to be a Mongolian woman.
And Mongolian men's arrogant attitude towards housework, far less than the southern men are keen to "buy, out, burn" more humane. Genghis Khan once said that my children and grandchildren should not live in the city.
Why can not live in the city, is afraid of their loss of physical ability or pure nature? Genghis Khan did not say. The city is a place where the best of the best live, and where temptation is in the eye of the beholder.
It is fair to say that the city is a furnace that swallows ore and spits out metal and slag. In the case of Mongolian men, living in the city exposes some of their lesser qualities, such as a passion for power and rivalry, and evaporates the good qualities of the people themselves.
They are prone to low self-esteem, easy to make a name for themselves, worship the secret of the officialdom, rather than to calm the broadmindedness of the people on their own, and I am afraid that this is one of the reasons why Genghis Khan was worried. Naturally, standing in the urban vortex, the eye to receive ten colors, ears to hear a hundred voices, and to plan things to establish themselves, but also to maintain a pure and simple state of mind and color, for anyone is not an easy thing to do.