Beautiful sentences describing Mongolian grasslands

1. Beautiful poems about Mongolian grasslands

A beautiful poem about Mongolian grassland 1. Poems describing Mongolian grasslands

1, grass green and willow thick, jade pot full of wine.

2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Pity the yellow river, nine songs are exhausted, and the felt house is in prison.

The grass of a river is green, and the sound around the house is like home. I hope that the beautiful women will not join hands and send some flowers to the east.

Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, until now I have closed the door of the thatched cottage in the dark. 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 in Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle is chirping and the wind is blowing 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 in front of the exhibition hall in spring.

7, a blue and innocent horse Xiang Qi, the young whip sounded pastoral. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.

8. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind and sing loudly, and you will know that the mountain is heavy.

9. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast greenery is accompanied by sheep grazing, and a horse flies to sing and get drunk at night.

10, the yellow carpet was quietly changed to the green ping, and Guyuan was silent with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

1 1, the sunset is invisible, and the tree-lined hills are all yellow. Don't say that the old cow is full, and the shepherd burns incense under the stove.

12, the red clouds in the west cave are burning, and the flying crows are rushing home in groups. The plain is gradually foggy, and the grass field is in a hurry.

13, the authenticity of the language makes people doubt, and the black color is even more embarrassing. Wisdom and stupidity will reverse the expectation and concern for blessings. 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 will 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 without swan songs, and more than one piece cries and the moon sets. It's hard to decide whether it's vulgar or elegant.

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 weeds and flowers near 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.

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire never completely devours them, but 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 my career 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. Ancient poems describing the beauty of Mongolian grasslands

1. At this time, it was the time of sunset, and the grassland was golden and silent. The distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow, and the clouds as white as milk turned into clouds as red as fire that day.

The grass waves subsided and grazing cattle and sheep came up from the distant grassland; Only those camels that don't come back at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin ... the Mongolian people are drunk; The tourists are enchanted.

Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese? 2. The sky under the Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan is like a cage, and the four fields are wild and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep. 3. Three Prairie Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly turns green on the lawn, and the ancient plain is silent with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

(2) The sky is getting higher and higher, and Jade Dragon is enchanting. The vast greenery is accompanied by sheep grazing, and a horse flies to sing and get drunk at night.

(3) Don't look at the sunset, the trees on the hills are all yellow. Don't say that the old cow is full, and the shepherd burns incense under the stove.

Attached to the poem "Saibei Grassland", it is true and suspicious, and black is more flattering. Wisdom and stupidity will reverse the expectation and concern for blessings.

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 will still speak freely.

3. What are the poems describing the grasslands in Inner Mongolia?

Chileger

Folk songs in northern dynasties

Chilechuan,

Under the gloomy mountain,

The sky is like a vault,

Cage covers four areas.

The sky is gray,

Wild,

See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.

Three grassland poems

( 1)

The yellow carpet quietly turns green, and Guyuan has no words to let the autumn sound.

Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

(2)

The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.

The vast greenery is accompanied by sheep grazing, and a horse flies to sing and get drunk at night.

(3)

See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow.

Don't say that the old cow is full, and the shepherd burns incense under the stove.

Seven Laws, Crow and Saibei Grass

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 without swan songs, and more than one piece cries and the moon sets.

It's hard to decide whether it's vulgar or elegant.

Saibei grassland poems:

The truth of the words aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.

Wisdom and stupidity will reverse the expectation and concern for blessings.

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 will still speak freely.

grass

Author: Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that every autumn and winter hay dyes the color of the grass thick.

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 dense grass represented my deep affection.

4. Poems describing Mongolian grasslands

Poetry describing and praising the grassland (turn)

Beautiful grassland

The grassland is fresh and Wan Liqing.

Bai Yunfei remains calm.

Blue sky and white clouds are the only thing.

Melo melted with a smile.

The grassland is vast and flocks of sheep.

The vast sea of clouds shines brightly.

There was an idyllic camel flute in the distance.

Grassland love songs are absolutely beautiful.

Green mountains, green waters and strong mountains and rivers.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sky is low.

The beach is fresh and lush.

Vast and boundless spring.

Green is a good river and a good mountain.

Clear water, tender grass, cattle and sheep.

Jia Xiu is inaccessible.

Despair will make you drunk.

Wan Li Qing Wan Li Guang

Sing love songs in front of yurts

Relaxed songs were introduced into the family.

Happy friends came over.

Crispy grass and green winding path bay

Cattle and sheep flock to dye mountains and rivers.

White clouds are floating in the blue waves

The herdsmen are very happy.

Wandering home in the dusk

Cattle and sheep gathered in a pile.

Baiyun Zuo Zhang shan Xuan

Love shows virtue on the earth.

Beautiful scenery and Lin Jingxin.

White clouds are fluttering.

Grassland can have this fairyland.

When can I swim without thinking about it?

The river is clear and full of light waves.

The stream trickled and sang softly.

Cultivate cattle and sheep into clouds

Harvest * * * Celebrate joy.

Grassland Hongfeng Aoshanchuan

Clouds and clouds rise from mountains and rivers.

Horses like to play on the hillside.

Happy and festive year after year

5. Poems describing Inner Mongolia prairie

Farewell Tang

Seeing friends off in the mountains, the sun sets in Shimada Hanzo, Chai Men. 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 Degu Farewell to Cao Yuan" Tang Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that every autumn and winter hay dyes the color of the grass thick. 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 dense grass represented my deep affection.

4. "Song of Chile" is unknown in the north and south of the Yangtze River.

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 blows grass to see cattle and sheep.

5, "Rain in Early Spring" 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 Zhang Shi

There is little frost at the end of the year, and you will know the vegetation in spring.

I feel that my career is full, and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.

7. "Looking at Chuzhou on Xixi" Tang Wei Wu Ying

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles are singing on the trees.

The rain brought by the spring tide came late and came in a hurry, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

8. "Beishan" Wang Song Anshi

Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight back to the pond.

It is too late to find grass because of sitting for a long time.

9. Don Wang Wei

The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the grievance fire of Pennisetum is burning all over the sky.

When the clouds are empty, the horses are driven, and the plains are easy to hide in autumn.

With the support of the Qiang Wei faction, the guard position boarded the fortress castle, and General Lu attacked the Liaohe River at night.

The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family will fuck Yao with snow.

10 "Fengle Pavilion You Chuntu" Song Ouyang Xiu

Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grassland in the long suburbs is endless.

Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk in front of the exhibition hall in spring.

1 1, "Send Liu Jia" Tang

The grass in a stream is green, and the sound around the house is like home.

I hope that beautiful women will not join hands and send some flowers to the east of the wall.

12, "fortress" Tang Baorong

The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cold.

Pity the yellow river, nine songs are exhausted, and the felt house is in prison.

13 Tang manuscript of Bian Chun

The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.

Go with the wind and sing loudly, and you will know that the mountain is heavy.

6. 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 my heart of life, and the holy and solid horseback is my support for climbing. Grandma's smiling face is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of the grassland, I think of the grassland, I think of the cradle of my life. My lovely home, the vast grassland gave me a broad chest, beautiful mountains and rivers gave me a strong backbone, the cold wind and snow gave me a strong character, and grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength. Grassland, grassland reminds me of that lovely home, grassland, grassland, wine, tea and family. I miss you, grassland, grassland, and I love you. I miss you, the sky is blue and my heart is green. I miss you, the grassland in my heart is sweet. I miss you, and I miss you too. My mother will always be with the blue sky. Grassland, grassland, grassland, I have blue waves and flowers like the sea. You are the cradle of my life, the grassland, the grassland, my grassland, the grassland where the sun shines and the rain moistens. I was born in the grassland where I grew up, and you are the source of my strength. I was born in the spring breeze grassland where I grew up, the grassland where the eyes are rippling, and I was born in the grassland where I grew up. You are my forever warm grassland, my grassland, beautiful grassland and galloping grassland. I was born in the grassland where I grew up. You are my forever (2) Give me a piece of white cloud in homesickness and float to the Saibei Plateau with my relatives. Give me a spring breeze with homesickness, 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 and life, and give me a bright moon to hang on the Saibei Plateau. The night is more beautiful and the hometown is brighter. (3) The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea. In the same year, listening to the sweet songs accompanied by the profound and sacred horse and lamb pasture gave me many good memories of my childhood. In my dreams, I often go back to my hometown where I was born and raised. That vast pasture is a deep and holy blue sky in my heart. My father's love helps me ride a horse. How much expectation did my mother give me? How much courage did the vast pasture give me? My hometown ranch is the cradle of my life and the source of wisdom. I will never forget the sacred pasture where I was born and raised. (4) The cool breeze on the plateau sent me to the green field to enjoy the cool, accompanied me to herd horses and sing songs, and drove me to soar in the wind. The mighty plateau, blue sky and wide eagle made me soar in the blue waves. (5) Emin River, Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow silently, day and night, month and month, and wave 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, no matter where you flow, you tell the truth. You are the most affectionate river in the world. Emin River, you gave me strength when I was in danger, and you gave me confidence when I was herding sheep. Emin River, the most sacred river in China, is the river of life, drinking your milk and growing up with your faith. You taught me to be a long-term and pure person, and it will always flow quietly like Emin River. Emin River, I am so deeply attached to you, and you are the river that flows in my heart forever. I respect you so much that it makes in my heart forever quiet and clear. How many stories did Emin River flow in your heart? You are a chapter in history, and you are the river of life for the children of the grassland.

7. 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,

Just like maternal love, it is mellow and long.

Where cattle and sheep roam,

There is a milky river 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 to scoop sweet spring water,

Sprinkle a string of pearls.

She smiled,

Shandan flower is red and sweet.

Mongolia Mongolia

When I imagine a green imagination

This disaster

It's refreshing

Imagine that fate cannot escape.

Tengger singer slept peacefully on the grassland.

The north is in the north and the north is in the north.

With the urgency of the horseshoe.

Take Wan Li Road.

This green sword stung the eye.

The grassland is vast.

Hula, a name has 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 the horseshoe

Kublai Khan's machete reflected the tiger.

Birth legend and immortality

History is on horseback.

History carries heroes.

Call Mongolia!

The beacon lights rolled in.

Sword and fighter

Swaying light and shadow

War is silent.

When everything is buried by time

Mongolia's grandeur and lofty sentiments dispersed like a cloud.

The solemnity and luxury of the palace is like a spring dream.

The grassland is peaceful 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

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.

Hard liquor and strong horses are essential.

Milk tea and hospitality are essential.

When the aroma of golden and tender roast whole sheep overflows.

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

Just as the wind on the grassland is unbridled.

The sky in Tengger is always bright.

8. Beautiful sentences about grassland

1, I can't bear to tread the fat grass under my feet and drive the sheep to the grassland. How beautiful this vast grassland is, it is full of striking green; How beautiful the grassland sky is here. The blue sky is covered with several long white clouds. The white blue sky is really beautiful!

2. At this time, the grassland was shrouded in golden silence, and the distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow. On that day, the cloud as white as milk turned into a cloud as red as flame, the grass waves subsided, and the grazing cattle and sheep came up from the distant grassland; Only those camels that don't return at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin, and the whole grassland looks peaceful.

3. The terrain is flat and vast, with slight ups and downs in the distance. The whole land is covered with green grass, like a thick carpet, which is particularly fresh against the blue sky.

4. Beautiful grassland Beautiful grassland scenery, melodious Ma Touqin sound, fragrant milk tea, simple and high-pitched Mongolian folk songs, warm and hospitable Mongolian compatriots ... Horses are running, herders are singing, and flowers, cows, sheep, horses and herders on the grassland form a very beautiful picture.

5, the grassland in summer is lush, take a deep breath, and the fragrance of vegetation comes to the nose, which is refreshing and intoxicating. Cattle and sheep roam the grassland, and when the wind blows, they form a picturesque scene, just like the northern folk song "The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep"! Riding on horseback, leisurely, as if entering a paradise.