"Cile Song" North and South Nameless
Cile River, 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
"Walking on the Plateau" Tang Bao sol
The west wind should be when the sinews and horns of the firm, bearing the dew of the pasture horses and water and grass is cold.
Pity the Yellow River and its nine curves.
A boundless horse is flying, and a young man whips the pastoral song.
The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The song is so loud and clear that it goes with the wind, and you know how many times the mountains are closed.
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 a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car.
A river of grass color green curls, around the house water sound like home. The first thing you need to do is to look forward to the beauty of the world, and then you'll be able to see the flowers.
2. Describe the grassland of the poemDescribe the grassland of the poem
Feng Le Ting tour in the spring of the Song Ouyang Xiu
Red trees and green mountains want to slant the sun, the long suburbs of the grass is green without end. I don't care how old you are, I'll come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers.
"Send Liu Gao" by Cao Ye, Tang Dynasty
A river of grass is green and curling, and the sound of water around the house is like home. I am disappointed that the beauty is not hand in hand, and I am looking forward to seeing a few more flowers on the east side of the wall.
"Walking on the Seaside" by Bao Sol, Tang Dynasty
The west wind is strong, and the dew is cold, and the grass is cold. The Yellow River has been in a pitiful state, and there is no sign of the carpeted halls.
"Spring Rising on the Border" by Gao Pian, Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The song is loud and clear and goes with the wind, so I know how many times I have to go to the Guanshan Mountain.
3. Poems about the grasslandAncient Poetry - Lefu - (Cilechuan) Cilechuan, 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 early and low to see cattle and sheep.
Modern Poetry Prairie Wen/Wang Weike You undulate into a posture of tender green expression delicate skin to welcome the call of life and Tengri, the favor of heaven and the coffins of the vast expanse of geography, so that the free blood into the body, clean body and mind of the unrestrained soul I am in the repression of the city of emptiness, to feel and aspire to your self-respect, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart I how I hope that one day your limbs will be able to work in all directions to see the cattle and goats. How I hope that one day your limbs will spread out in all directions, that the hope of life will swallow the bad effects of sandstorms, 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 fattening of flocks of sheep, the simplicity of shepherds, the richness of horse's milk, the deliciousness of meat, the primitive state of the world will continue, and the purity of the hearts of the world will flourish, and that you will be a gift of God's goodness, and that sinful mankind will poison you with ignorance, and you will be a paradise in the eyes of the lost. You are the paradise in the eyes of the lost The cruel reality ruthlessly destroys you Your fountain has become muddy and dirty Your face has become haggard and yellow Who buried your beauty foolishly You are now lost in my eyes Mournful eyes can only look at the old imaginations Numb human beings have lost their conscience Human beings with insatiable desires Do you really want to be buried by the rolling sands one day? What happened to you saddens me. Since I was a child, I've seen the phrase "the sky is vast, the wild is vast, the wind blows the grass and you see cattle and sheep". This once had a bad influence, making people afraid to go to the north.
This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than elsewhere, the air is so fresh, the sky is so clear, so that I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.
Beneath the sky was a thousand miles of blue, and not vast. There are hills on all sides, and the flat land is green, and so are the hills.
The sheep went up the hills and came down, embroidering the boundless green carpet with white flowers wherever they went. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like bone-less paintings, only with green rendering, not outlined with a brush, so, everywhere, the green color wants to flow, gently into the clouds.
This realm, both make people marvel, but also called people comfortable, both would like to stand for a long time to look around, but also want to sit down and whisper a strange little poem. In this realm, even horses and cattle are sometimes still, as if recalling the infinite joy of the grasslands.
Purple plug, purple plug, who said? This is a world of emerald. Even Jiangnan may not have such a view ah! We visited the pastoral commune of Chenbalhu Banner.
The car traveled one hundred and fifty miles to reach the destination. The first one hundred and fifty miles is full of grassland.
Another 150 miles, also still grasslands.
The first time I saw a car, I saw it in the middle of the road, and then I saw it in the middle of the road.
The first into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, can not see anything, in addition to some of the sudden fly suddenly fall of the birds. After walking for a long time, far away from seeing the meandering, bright as a band of glass.
River! Cattle and sheep more up, also saw the herd of horses, faintly the light sound of the whip. Almost there, almost to the commune.
Suddenly, like being blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the far hill, men, women, and children on the horse wearing various colors of clothing, horses galloped, flaps fluttered and danced, like a rainbow flew over to us. This is the master came dozens of miles away to welcome the distant guests.
See us, the masters immediately turn the horse head, cheering, galloping, in the car around and in front of the lead. Silent grassland, lively: cheers, car sound, hoof beats, resounded into a piece.
The car, the horse flew over the hill, saw a few yurts. Outside the yurt, many horses, many cars.
There were a lot of people, all coming from dozens of miles away to see us by horse or by car. We asked a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us.
She had a beautiful name - Crystal Flower. She was from Chenqi, the Ewenki people.
The hosts dismounted and we got out of the car. I don't know whose hand it was, but it was always hot, and the grip never broke.
We don't need to use the crystal flower comrade to give the translation. We all have different languages, but the heart is the same.
Shaking hands again and again, laughing again. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole thing was a bit of a joke, but it was not a joke! The first thing you need to do is to get into the Mongolian yurt.
Milk tea on the pour, milk tofu on the set, hosts and guests are sitting cross-legged, who are polite, who are so intimate, not at all constrained. Not long ago, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of hand-held mutton and milk wine.
The cadres of the commune toasted to us, and the seventy-year-old man toasted to us. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world!
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who has been in a position to do something like this.
At this time the Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats, both generous, and a little shy, to sing folk songs to the guests. Our fellow singers also rushed to sing.
Songs seem to be louder than any language, are more touching, no matter what is sung, the listener will always smile. After the meal, the boys performed horse lassoing and wrestling, and the girls performed a folk dance.
The guests also danced, sang, and wanted to ride a Mongolian horse. The sun was already in the west, and no one wanted to leave.
Yes! The Mongolian and Chinese love can't bear to part, the end of the world, the blue grass to talk about the sun! The life of the people changed, everything on the grassland also changed. Take the yurt say it, once upon a time every called for felt hut, today but changed, is made of wood and grass poles, for the summer to live with cool, to the winter and then modified.
Look at the horses, both short and compact Mongolian horses, there are also tall new breed of three rivers horse. These big horses are so decent that they remind you of the words "Dragon Horse Spirit", and you want to ride them for miles and miles.
Cattle have also changed species, some weighing thousands of pounds, udders like a small tank. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! It's not a big deal.
Sheep in both the original big-tailed sheep, but also added a new species of short-tailed fine wool sheep, the former meat, the latter good wool. Yes, both livestock and people are prosperous, is one of the new weather on the grassland.
In 1961 October 13, People's Daily.
4. Poems describing the beautiful scenery of the grassland1, away from the grass on the original, a year a blossoming, wildfires can not be eliminated, the spring breeze blowing again. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows early and low to see the cattle and sheep. --The wind is blowing in the morning and the sheep and cows are seen in the lowlands. I am disappointed that the beauty of the world is not hand in hand, and that several flowers are sprouting on the east side of the wall. --Cao Ye's "Sending Liu Gao"
4. The yellow carpet was quietly replaced by the green carpet, and the ancient plains had no words to explain the sound of autumn. The horse's hooves have broken the setting sun, and he is lying down in Ovoo to wait for the moon to shine.
5. The boundless verdure of the sheep and goats, a horse singing and drunken blue night. The stars are in the sky, and the moon is in the river. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the job done. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it! What's it like to float? A sand gull in heaven and earth! --Du Fu's "Traveling Nights"
7. The sun wants to slant on the red trees and green hills, and the grass in the long countryside is green and endless. I don't care how old you are, I'm going to come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers. --Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in Fengle Pavilion"
8. The rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of the grass is not as close as it seems. It's the most favorable year of spring, and it's absolutely perfect for the willows and smokes to fill up the royal capital. --Han Yu's Small Rain in Early Spring
9, I have no pity for the grass that grows by the side of the stream, and there are orioles in the deep trees that sing. The spring tide with the rain comes in the evening, the wild ferry no one boat from the cross. --Wei-Yingwu "Chuzhou West Stream"
10, Vermilion Bird Bridge, wild grass flowers, Wuyi Lane, the setting sun slanting. The old-time swallow in front of the hall of Wang Xie has flown into the homes of the common people. --Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane"
11. The west wind is strong, the dew is cold, and the horses are cold. I pity the Yellow River and its nine curves, and the felt pavilion has no shadow of Hu. --- Bao Sol, "Walking on the Seaside"
12, the law back to the late frost less, spring to the earth grass and trees know. --Gao Pian's "Spring Rising on the Border Side"
14. The sun wants to slant on the red trees and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is green and endless. The tourists do not care about the spring will be old, come and go in front of the pavilion to step on the fallen flowers. --Ouyang Xiu's "Three Songs on Touring Spring in Fengle Pavilion"
15, the mountain to send off, the sun dusk to cover the wood door. The grass is green every year, but the king's grandchildren do not return. --Wang Wei, "Farewell"
5. Who has poems describing the summer scenery of the grasslandCile Song
[Northern Dynasty] Folk Song
The Cile River, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale and wild,
The wind blows and the grass is low and the cattle and sheep are seen.
Prairie scenery (poem with painting)
By: dark star Time: 2005-4-28 14:20:49
Although just one, you lonely?
You smile: my roots and vines are inextricably linked
are deep underground talking passionately, how can I be alone?
Sheep, like white clouds
swimming in the vast green screen, stars
distant mountains in the loyal embrace of the guardian, what can be so peaceful?
The sky, blue and clear, let a person swoon
White clouds, immaculate, such as the first bloom of the flower
So delicate and holy, profane hands, suspended in mid-air
Spring breeze, green grassland clear lake water
Distant mountain snow, murmuring streams, flowing through
Snowy mountains in the lake mirror to dress up their own, smiling dedication to the Sweet milk
Clouds, in the prairie of the reflection, grooming
Pale purple, gently red, beautiful gestures of thousands
Why not want to be close forever, love the boundless grassland
Blue sky, white clouds, and turquoise layer of arashi
Will always outline an eye-pleasing painting, listen to the sound of the mountains
Touch the clouds woven into the 6. Poems about the prairie
The beautiful prairie, the grassland is fresh and clear, the white clouds are still calm, the blue sky and white clouds are the only thing that can be found here. The grassland is vast, the sheep are in large herds, the sea of clouds is colorful and bright, the shepherds' nuns are driving camels and flutes, and the prairie songs are beautiful and wonderful, the grasses in the mountain peaks and ranges are strong, the clouds are light and the sky is low, and the shoals are crisp and lush, the vastness and vastness of the world are in full swing, and the river and mountains are blue and green. Cows and sheep are happy, the scenery is clear and rare, the desperate land will intoxicate the gods, the sky is clear and wide, the yurt sings a love song in front of the yurt, the song spreads into the homeland, and the friends are happy. The grass is green, the paths are green, the cows and sheep dye the mountains and rivers, and the white clouds float on the blue waves, the herdsmen's happiness is boundless, and the herdsmen return from their nomadic wanderings at twilight. The white clouds are a tent, the mountains and rivers are hung, and the earth is devoted to the virtue of the mountains, and the water is beautiful, the forests are still, the white clouds are drifting, wanting to break the soul. If the grassland can have such a wonderland, when will we be able to swim without thinking of going on tour? The rivers are clear and the streams trickle and sing softly, and the cattle and goats become clouds, and the harvest is joyful. The red maples of the prairie are proud of the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are full of clouds and smoke, and the horses are happy to play on the banks of the mountains, and they are happy and joyful for many years. Ancient Poetry - Lefu (Cilechuan) The Cilechuan River is 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 early and low to see the cattle and sheep. Modern Poetry Grassland Wen/Wang Weike You undulate into a posture of tender green expression delicate skin to welcome the call of life and Tengri Heavenly favor and coffin This vast, wide and boundless geography lets the blood of freedom into the body Clean body and mind exuberant soul I am in the depressing and empty city Feeling and longing for your self-respect You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart How I hope that one day your limbs can spread out in all directions and let your body and mind be free and free from the wind and the wind. 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 the lost. Cruel reality has mercilessly destroyed you. Your fountain has become muddy and dirty. Your face has become haggard and withered. Who buried your beauty foolishly? You are now lost in my eyes. My saddened eyes can only look at the old imagination. Wuyi Lane" by Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty The wild grasses by the Zhuquiao Bridge, the setting sun at the mouth of Wuyi Lane. In the old days, the swallows in front of the hall of Wang Xie flew into the homes of the common people. 3. "Fugue Gu Yuan Grass Send Farewell" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty. The grass on the plains is dry and flourishing every year. The grass on the plains of Li Li Yuan is a bit bland and withered every year. The far-flung fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear emerald greenery connects the deserted city. I'm sending the king's grandson away again, and I'm full of farewell feelings. 4. The Song of Cile (敕勒歌), nameless in the north and south of the country. The Cile River is under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is pale, the field is vast, and the wind blows the grass down to see the cattle and sheep. 5, "early spring drizzle" Tang Han Yu Tianjie drizzle moist as crispy, grass color distantly see close but not. It's the most favorable spring in the year, and it's the best time to see willow and smoke all over the city. 6, "spring even into" song zhang shi law back to the late frost less, spring to the earth grass and trees know. I feel that the business before me is full, and the east wind is blowing the water green and varied. 7, "Chuzhou West Stream" Tang Wei Yingwu alone pity the grasses grow by the stream, on the oriole deep tree singing. The spring tide with the rain comes in the evening, no one in the wild boat crosses the river. 8, "North Mountain" Song Wang Anshi North Mountain lose green rising horizontal pond, straight moat back to the pond rippling time. I have been sitting for a long time counting the fallen flowers, and I have been late in searching for the fragrant grasses. 9, "out of the plug" Tang Wang Wei Jiuyan outside the city of hunting day proud, white grass even the sky wildfire. Twilight clouds and empty moraine when driving horses, autumn plains good hiding carving. The Qiang guard captain rode the barricade in the morning, and the general who broke the captives crossed the Liao at night. Jade target horn bow Zhu Le Ma, Han family will give snow john Yao. 10、Fengle Pavilion Spring Tour Song Ouyang Xiu Red Tree Green Mountain Sun wants to slant, the long suburbs of grass green without end. I don't care if the spring is getting old, I will come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers. 11. "Sending Liu Gao" (Cao Ye, Tang) The grass on a river is green and curling, and the sound of the water around the house is like that of a family. I am disappointed that the beauty is not hand in hand, and several flowers are sprouting east of the wall. 12. "Walking on the Seaside" by Bao Sol, Tang Dynasty. The west wind is strong, the dew is cold, and the grass is cold. I pity the Yellow River and its nine curves, and the felt pavilion has no shadow of Hu. 13. "Spring Rising on the Border" by Tang Gao Pian The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The music and songs are loud and clear and go away with the wind, and I know how many times the mountains are closed. 14. "Lyrical Reminiscences on the Night of Travel" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "The fine grass and breezy shore, the dangerous mast and the lonely boat at night. The stars hang over the flat field, and the moon gushes over the great river. The moon is flowing on the great river. The official should rest from old age and illness! What's it like to float? The world is a sand gull!
7. Poems describing the Mongolian steppe1, grass color green willow color thick, jade pot pouring wine full of golden bell.
2. The west wind is strong, and the dew 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 without seeing 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 color of the plains is gradually becoming darker, and the grassy fields are in a hurry to be covered with a faint veil.
13. The truthfulness of his words is a cause for suspicion, and the color of his body invites slander. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good deal out of it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal out of it. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a song, and the second time I was in the middle of a song, I was in the middle of a song. I'll leave it to him, but I'll still be able to say what I want to say.
14. What's wrong with the deep color of the feathers? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say, but I'd like to say that I don't know what to say. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'd like to say that I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
15, Tianjie street drizzle moist as crispy, grass color distant look near but no. The best thing about spring is that it's the best time of the year. The best thing about spring is that it's the best time of the year, and the best thing about it is that it's full of smoke and willows.
16, 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 early and low to see the cattle and sheep.
17, Vermilion Bird Bridge, wild grass flowers, Wuyi Lane mouth of the sunset slanting. The old time Wang Xie tangtangqian Yan, flew into the common people's homes.
18, away from the original grass, a year a blossom, wildfire can not be eliminated, the spring breeze blows again.
19, the law back to the late frost less, spring to the earth grass and trees know. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
20, away from the original grass, a year a dry and prosperous. The wind blows again and again.