Poetry about Mongolian grassland 1. Poems describing Mongolian grasslands
1, the grass is thick and the jade pot is full of wine.
2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
3, a river of grass, the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
In May and March, Lan Qing, the twelfth lunar month is yellow, and boundless grass bathes Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep.
6. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
7, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.
8. The grass is green and willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
9. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.
10, the yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
1 1, the sunset can't be seen, and the trees-lined hills are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
12, red clouds are burning in the west cave, and flying crows rush home in groups. There is a mist in Pingchuan, and the grass field is in a hurry.
13, the authenticity of the language has aroused people's doubts, and the black color is even more embarrassing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity. Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.
14, what is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble. Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.
15, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Yinshan Chilechuan 16. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.
17, there are many weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is oblique at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
18, the endless grass on the plain, with the coming and going of each season, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze.
19, there is little frost at the end of the year, and spring is known to the world. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
20. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
2. What are the poems describing the grasslands in Inner Mongolia?
A poem describing the grassland:
Out of the Fortress by Don Wang Wei
The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.
With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight. The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
"Send to Lujia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
Cezanne Tang Baorong
The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
3. Poems used to describe grasslands in Inner Mongolia
Farewell Tang
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
2, "Wuyi Lane" Yuxi, Liu Tang
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
3, "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
4. "Song of Chile" is famous all over the country.
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
5, "Early Spring Drizzle" Tang Hanyu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
6, "Occasionally beginning of spring" Song Zhangshi
There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
7. Looking at Xixi in Chuzhou, Wu Ying, Tang Wei
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
8, "Beishan" An Shi of Wang Song
Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight to the pool.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
9. Don
The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky.
When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.
With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight.
The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.
10 "Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion" Song Ouyang Xiu
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
1 1, "Send Liu Jia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home.
Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
12, "insert" Tang Baorong
The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool.
Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
13, "Bian Chun" Tang Gaopian
The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
4. Poems describing Mongolian steppes
Father's grassland and mother's river
Xi Murong
Father once described the fragrance of grassland,
Let him never forget each other at the ends of the earth;
Mother always likes to describe the mighty river,
Running in the Mongolian Plateau, my distant hometown.
Now, I finally see this vast land.
Standing on this fragrant grassland, my tears are like rain.
The river is singing the blessings of our ancestors.
Bless the wandering children and find their way home.
Ah, father's grassland,
Ah, mother river!
Although it is no longer possible to distinguish in the mother tongue,
Please accept my sadness and my happiness.
I am also a child of the plateau, and I have a song in my heart.
In the song, there is Dad's grassland and Mom's river!
5. Who has a poem about Inner Mongolia prairie?
1, Song of Sui Dynasty is anonymous
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
2. "Chen Qi Grassland Two Songs and One Song" Modern Shu Qingchun
When Chen Qi reached the edge of the cloud, it was no wonder that the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River was lonely. In June, people are everywhere, it is raining, and it rains at any time.
Snow falls in the distant mountains, and the wind rushes home. Where is the faint pastoral, the commune stands in the distance.
3. "Two Songs of Chen Qi Grassland" Modern Shu Qingchun
The host is hospitable to drive the sheep, and the milk wine is crisp and fragrant. Blessing is often difficult to express, so don't forget each other when you raise your glass.
The old man still sings the songs of the past, and the young girl puts on the clothes of the times. Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?
4. "Phaeton Grassland" Contemporary Bo Hunzi
Khan settled the field and buried the saddle, and Yaosi rode the Xiongshan Iron Ride. Wild clouds fly white, wild flowers wave flags.
Although Qi Feng's strength is no less than elimination, it's hard for you to avoid Qin. Fairy clouds are clear all over the world, and it's calm. Bring it on and have a look at this.
5, "Midspring to Zhangbei Grassland" Contemporary Bohunzi
The wind is sharp in all directions, and clouds are like storks in the sky. On the ice cliff, everyone stood on the grass, and there was no smoke.
6, "Man Fang Ting Grassland" Contemporary Bohunzi
It's a sunny day, and the sky is low and straight, so I'm afraid of touching Joan's ring with my arms stretched out. Why didn't Shan Ying swim alone?
Parthenocissus is sad and sentimental. They are a little red. The heart is fragrant, and the Millennium ice cave burns.
Such as banners, watching clusters, sheep gathering in the plain, floating in the green hills. Climb the dry cliff and you will die.
When the hoof suddenly turns back, it is near a deep stream and a clear spring. The head is falling, why have a dream and be well dressed.
7. "Mr. Ding Guanjia of Bodhisattva Manti" Grassland August "Contemporary Bo Hunzi"
Who is fighting for color in the clouds beyond the Great Wall? Embroidery is like a natural work. Pastoral riding on wheat straw, the blue sky is clear and the mirror hangs down.
The stork doesn't know where to go when the wind is low and the trees are green. Song and dance move mountains, and white clouds return.
8. Contemporary Zhang Lifu's "All Circus Topics in Phaeton Silla Grassland"
The vibration is long and hissing, and the mountain Lord forgets to be reserved. Flying souls are hard to be together, and they are strong and self-supporting when they land.
How can I be a materialist? I'm afraid you're not used to being ridden by anyone. Suddenly the white horse is not a horse, but an old acquaintance in a foreign country.
6. Mongolian poetry
Yuan Cao
Author: Uliji
Nature's uncanny workmanship,
Cut off your beautiful skirt.
The cradle of life,
Create countless human miracles.
History is well preserved,
Fang showed this touching charm.
The sun is always so red,
So big,
It is long and round.
Colorful flowers,
Spit out a cool breeze.
Open and broad,
It's the father's mind,
Gentle and subtle,
As mellow as a mother's love.
Where cattle and sheep walk,
There is a galaxy singing softly.
Blue sky and blue sea,
Is the source of all life.
Lashui
Author: Uliji
Between the clouds,
Larks crow.
Under the blue sky,
Flowers and plants are like carpets.
The pasture is sunny,
There is a clear spring on the horizon.
The narrow path extends into the distance,
The wheel is turning slowly.
Qingquan,
Play the piano solo.
She rolled up her sleeves,
Look down at yourself.
There is a blue sky in the water.
Colorful towels are floating in the blue sky.
Bend down and scoop up the sweet spring water,
Sprinkle a string of pearls.
She smiled,
Shandan flower is so red and sweet.
Mongolia Mongolia
When I imagine a green imagination
This disaster
It's refreshing
Just think, fate can't escape.
Tengger slept peacefully on the grassland.
North is north, north is north.
With the urgency of horseshoe.
Take Wan Li Road.
This green sword stung the eye.
The grassland is vast.
Hula, a name crashed into my heart.
Mongolia Mongolia
Hanging bows and totems
Let the thousand-year-old soul come close to me
Mongolia Mongolia
Green and nourishing Mongolia
Quiet as iron Mongolia
Genghis Khan's bravery under horseshoe
Kublai Khan's machete reflects the tiger.
Birth legend and immortality
History is on horseback.
History carries heroes.
Call Mongolia!
There are beacon lights rolling in.
Sword and warrior
Dancing light and shadow
War is silent.
When everything is buried by time
Mongolia's grandeur and lofty sentiments dispersed like a cloud.
The dignity and luxury of the palace are like spring dreams.
The grassland is quiet and the sky is calm.
Mongolia Mongolia
My blood is rooted in my parents and brothers.
My king.
Once, was the commander proud of love?
Mongolia, the confusion of my life
My soul is gone.
Enter Mongolia
Walk into Mongolia
Just walk into the milk wine and Ma Touqin.
Pastoral melodious, piano sad.
Herdsman whipped the sun.
Mongolian girls dress up the moon shyly.
Say: Sebai Nu
Become a Mongolian.
Strong liquor and strong horses are essential.
Milk tea and hospitality are essential.
When the golden and smooth roast whole lamb smells fragrant.
When Hada held his head high.
This moment is solemn and grand.
Not imagination.
Become a Mongolian
Sour koumiss was drunk at one gulp.
Discard bamboo chopsticks
Solve problems with shiny Mongolian knives
Become a Mongolian
Live a hard life
A simple and pure life
Like the wind on the grassland.
Because the sky in Tengger is always bright.
7. Poetry describing Inner Mongolia grassland
Grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life, the clear and sweet running water is the milk that feeds me, the faint fragrance of grass moistens the heart of my life, and the holy and solid horseback is the climbing of my growth. Grandma's smiling face is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of my life. Grassland, my lovely home, vast grassland, gave me a broad mind, beautiful mountains and rivers, gave me a strong backbone, the cold snow and ice gave me a strong character, as well as grandma's hardships. It gave me eternal power. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home. Grassland, grassland, wine, tea, deep affection, infinite love, grassland, I think you are a sweet memory, I think you are a bitter attachment, I think you are a long day and a long heart. In the grassland in my heart, I think you are a sweet memory, I think you are a bitter attachment, and I think you are the mother who will always go to the grassland with the blue sky. Grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland with rippling blue waves, grassland with flowers like the sea, where I was born and raised, you are the cradle of my life, grassland, grassland with sunshine and rain, where I was born and raised, you are the source of my strength, grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland with spring breeze and eyes, where I was born and raised, and you are my forever warm grassland. My beautiful grassland, the rushing grassland, where I was born and raised, you will always be in my heart (2) homesickness, give me a white cloud, float to the Saibei Plateau with affection and homesickness, give me a spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green, give me a canal of river water, flow to the Saibei Plateau with songs, give me a bright moon, and hang to the Saibei Plateau, where the night is more beautiful, my hometown. I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea. Listening to sweet songs accompanied by deep and holy shepherds and lambs of the same age gave me many fond memories of my childhood. I often go back to that deep and sacred pasture in my dreams. The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. My father's love helps me ride a horse. My mother gave me a lot of expectations. The vast pasture has given me an open space. How much courage did the affectionate ranch give me? My hometown ranch is the source of wisdom in the cradle of my life. I will never forget the sacred pasture where I was born and raised. (4) The cool breeze on the plateau sent me to the cool green field, accompanied me to sing horse songs, and took me soaring in the wind. The mighty plateau, the blue sky, the broad eagle flying, the blue waves rolling, the Qingfeng soaring and the towering mountains. (5) Emin River, Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow quietly day and night, year and month. Keep flowing, Polanbo Emin River, you are the river of love, your milk is the life of grassland, you are the river of love, you are the river of love, tell the truth wherever you flow. You are the most affectionate river in the world, Emin River. You gave me strength when I was sad and confidence when I was in danger. You are the most sacred river in the shepherd's heart, Emin River. You are the river of life. Drink your milk and grow up with you. Your faith cultivates you and teaches me to be a long-term and pure person. It will always flow quietly like Emin River. I am so attached to you. You are the river that flows in my heart forever. I have great respect for you. It will always be quiet and clear in my heart. How many stories have you told about Emin River in your heart? You are a chapter in history. You are the river of life for the children of grassland.