Poetry and articles related to grassland.

The sky is gray, the fields are boundless, and the wind is blowing (reading "fairy" and "present": showing) cattle and sheep.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Didi Jinliang Yusheng

On a sunny day in March, the warbler whispered, who is happy? I watched the vast grasslands in the north of Saibei and admired the sons of the Five Mausoleums in the south of Shen Zui. Do you remember being crazy like a beggar? Where is the doubt that Lingyun dimly discernible sea condenses light? Suddenly I heard the roar of Wucheng and sang the edge of the jade bow.

How far is the grassland in the dream?

I have been thinking about the grassland for many years, thinking about the grassland. Such an idea seems to be an innate instinct and desire. When a person's soul is immersed in a natural environment for a long time, does his blood also have some characteristics suitable for this environment? I think, in my last life, I must have been in the depths of a vast grassland, riding tame or wild horses, walking through colorful grassland wildflowers, perhaps singing heroic and desolate Tibetan songs all the way, making the clouds in the blue sky tremble and dance in the song. ...

Anyone who knows me knows that this is my dream for too long. When I hear the word "grassland" flowing from my heart, most people will advise me in a disdainful tone: What is good about grassland? It is nothing more than a large monotonous grassland, and occasionally a hill will pop up. Better go somewhere else. In such a statement, my heart is almost painful. "To love someone is to love him all." By analogy, if you love a place, you will love its four seasons and everything about it. It's like a child looking at his mother. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. And the grassland I miss is really like my mother. The farther away I am, the more outstanding the unique beauty from imagination becomes.

In fact, from the moment I set foot on the grassland, I was not very clear about how I should behave to express my long-term thoughts. "Elephants are invisible", so, should all emotions be silent? When I really become a wanderer returning from the grassland, should I jump into her generous and desolate chest and cry bitterly, or should I hold back my sadness and joy and look at her quietly and affectionately, so that my lifelong yearning and yearning can be fully revealed through my eyes?

A dream, after years of hard work; A kind of yearning, an emotion that has tortured for half a life, always implies some special reasons. Otherwise, how to face the time of life? In this nostalgia, I imagined myself merging into the grassland life countless times: riding a fast and vigorous horse, whipping my hooves and flying to the endless horizon; Set up a tent and become a traditional, simple and kind-hearted beautiful grassland woman in the fragrance of grass and milk tea; With a lover who has known each other for a lifetime, he will use all his time and imagination to achieve a classic, handed down and immortal grassland love story. ...

Dream here, seems to have reached the acme of beauty. And how far is the grassland in my dream from my life? I finally made up my mind to feel this distance with my body and soul at the same time and narrow it, otherwise, there will be great regrets in my life.

At the beginning of October, in the thick autumn colors, I embarked on a journey to return to the grassland. On the winding road in the mountainous area, I took a car instead of walking, and I was deeply immersed in my dream. A pair of wise eyes looked at my pious heart and could not help but shed tears. God, at this time, it began to rain, a drop, a burst, cold, fell in my warm and soft heart. My heart began to cool down gradually. But there is a trace of hot air that refuses to disperse: perhaps the particles of autumn sunshine are floating on the grassland, and the fragrance of autumn sunshine is diffuse. With the support of this ray of hope, I will continue to move towards the grassland of my dreams. There was a pop song in the car at that time, and the singer's melancholy voice was full of sadness: "I thought of you in the rain;" In the evening, I miss you ... "At that time, I thought my grassland would break through the fog of misty rain and walk into my vision full of longing with a vigorous attitude.

The car drove through numerous dangerous beaches and entered Maoxian, which will be a completely strange journey from now on. I will take back my thoughts immersed in dreams. Because I know very well that there will be some unpredictable scenery and scenes on many strange roads. I must pay full attention to this realistic time and space where I am, and seize some experiences that I may have never experienced in this strange journey.

The intensity of the mountains is still the same as those before; Water still has the coldness and gentleness of water before; Road, but already muddy. Eyes staring at the scenery outside the window, the body obviously feels the difficulty of walking.

Reality and dreams are two different fields of life. In reality, hard work and a brave smile. In the dream, there are faint tears flashing. This may be the true feeling of most living people. I don't know what would happen if I had some unusual ideas about dreams may come.

The grassland in my dream finally appeared in my mind with a distant gesture. This is the end. The car is stuck in the thick and soft mud like a stranded ship, so it can't get in or back. Rolling down the window, looking at the mushy soil outside the window, a sigh curled up in my heart: this is the end! Those deep ruts that have been run over by trucks have become the only ones that stop the dream trip. The nobility of the soul is at a loss in front of the 50-meter-long dirt road.

There is too much unfathomable mud on the road ahead. If you retire, you just need to retire to the time when you first entered the mud. Although it is difficult to retreat, at least it can make people see the difficulty. Relatively speaking, how dangerous is the mud on the road ahead? No one can predict. In many different moving scenes, we have to retreat because of unpredictability. This helpless compromise is full of endless loss and sadness. The reality is always like this, whether it is lost or sad. The journey close to the dream will always be unexpectedly full of mud. This is the real reality, cruel and indifferent.

Grassland! Grassland! In the process of my return, I am getting farther and farther away, so that the clear grassland, cattle, sheep and herdsmen in my dream are blurred into clouds of different colors. I cringed in the cold autumn rain. Winter is coming, let's find some warmth here for the time being.

I am convinced that this is not the final outcome!

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Walking grass

Chilechuan

anonymous

Yinshan chilechuan,

The sky is like the sky, covering the fields,

The sky is gray and wild,

Look at cattle and sheep at the wind and grass.

Come to the vast grassland and be attracted by the subtle sound.

That's the sound of grass relaxing from the bottom of the grassland; It is also the sound of grass tips and swimming clouds dancing with each other when the wind blows. This is a kind of whisper that can't be heard in a crowded world. People's eyes and ears always stay in the glory of the world, forgetting that there is a deeper dialogue on the grassland.

I gradually understand that the story of birth and death in the world has long been contained in the ups and downs of nature, silently showing it to people, indicating endless life and bringing water out of flowers. People must exhaust the spirit of a lifetime to understand, but for every grass on this grassland, germination in spring and withering in autumn means a lifetime. People have no reason to boast about their longevity. People are not as good as a grass, which germinates without expecting anything in return, withers without regrets, absorbs the water and sunshine that a grass should absorb, occupies the land that a grass should occupy, does its due duty, and then turns into soil to make grass buds that germinate next spring.

All kinds of grass are like this, as well as grasslands.

I have been trying to find out where I can be more calm and where I can be taught to be more fluent; JaeHee disturbed the world, but he was constantly disappointed. Only then did I know what I was expecting. Mountains and rivers attract me from time to time, but I'm all thumbs. The steadiness of the mountains and the magnanimity of the water have nurtured the people of Ye Ping and the cattle and sheep in the grasslands.

If the fragrance of rice and flowers on the edge of Tian She once made my heart breathe a sigh of relief, it was not only the hard-working cultivators who made them so, but also Ye Ping and running water. If Songtao in the depths of the mountain ever comforted me, it was the heart of the mountain that made me so. If the opening and falling of peach blossoms once brought me a sigh, I must be grateful that the ethics of mountains, water, flowers and birds have solved me.

I have never seen a mountain, and all ethnic groups in the mountain, Qi Xin, work together to hold up the earth; I have never seen a lonely river, and the dry hands and feet of the water demand satisfaction. There has never been a peach blossom that never fades. They adhere to the principle of life and death, and let the four seasons and the land complete the story.

Glory is the duty; Doing it is also my duty.

The grassland in front of me is undoubtedly part of the relationship between heaven and earth. The harmony that attracts me is that the sky is boundless and unintentional, the mountains sit unintentionally, the grasslands sway unintentionally, the cattle and sheep bite unintentionally, and I am watching unintentionally.

At this time, I am not only a rock in the mountain, but also a cloud swimming in the sky; It's half-stem grass, and it's also the hair on cattle and sheep.

People should not be outside the mountains and rivers. When I set out again, I was a walking grass, calling back my soul for me who was still addicted to the world of mortals.

Beautiful cocoon

Jian Zheng

Let the world have its footsteps and let me keep my cocoon. When my rotten heart doesn't want to think for a moment, let me quietly return to the cocoon, with memories as the couch and sadness as the cover. This is my only beauty.

Once, every spring scenery made me red-hot and frightened. What's going on here? How beautiful they are! I haven't forgotten the joy of standing in front of flowers. The growth rhythm of a grass and a flower in nature taught me the secret of regeneration. Like flowers' loyalty to the seasons, I heard the cuckoo's trembling voice. After every spring, I am more loyal to what I love.

Now, spring seems to be gone. It suddenly occurred to me that it was just a chill in my heart, and the spring breeze in March was like scissors!

Sometimes, give yourself to the chairs in the streets and cinemas. That night, I went to the cinema for no reason, just sitting around, someone came to drive, change a chair, and someone came to ask for it. Finally, I took out my ticket and looked at it carefully. I walked to the corner seat in the dark. This is my own. Destined. Forever doomed. I suddenly realized that the strong are all white, and my space has already been arranged. As soon as I was born, I tried my best to push it into that space, whether I like it or not. Obediently obey the arrangement, return to that space, bid farewell to the colorful world, bid farewell to what I love, and return to the corner where I once escaped and thought I could never go back. When the sound of the grating fell, I knew I would never get out again.

I lie down with a smile, share stolen memories and express myself one by one. Maybe, I know I don't have much time. Perhaps, I have a fatalistic intuition that I will eventually be sent back. When I enter that colorful world, I am eager to taste the taste of life one by one. Very serious and die-hard, a dress and a shirt, laughter, and Fang Xin. I want to have a good collection, after all, it is hard to come by. In the most intimate pocket, there is my most cherished name, and I still have to call it several times a day to feel the warmth. They are all sincere to me. Now in this dark corner, holding them to sleep is the only reward I can do.

That's enough. I lie down with a smile. These are enough for me to make a beautiful cocoon.

Every day, there are always some voices pulling me out of my prison to find a new world and start over. They cherish me more than I do, and they try their best to find the handcuffs and shackles that lock me. I have lost that lock. I would rather kill myself than lose it. For a tired person, all aboveboard words are like colorful bubbles, but how can a weak life be ordered to cast strong words? If death is the only thing you can do, so be it! This is generosity.

Is it kind to force the pupa to break its cocoon and let it fall into the spider web?

All birds think it is a good thing to hold fish in the air.

Sometimes, I will foolishly advise myself to go the same way, buy the same flowers, listen to familiar voices, look out the window, imagine that the little light is still on, and put on a dress for myself, thinking that I can return to the world that has passed away, at least, close my eyes and feel really colorful.

If I have a dream that I can't wake up, I will definitely do it.

If there is an endless road, I will go;

If my love can't be exchanged, I will definitely ask for it.

If, if there is nothing, let me return to the soil of fate! The beauty of these 20 years is a white lie. I turned the most beautiful part into spring mud together.

However, even death is not something that humble people can boldly ask for. Time is like a boring jailer, constantly playing black and white cards with me. Space is like a big stone mill, grinding slowly. You have to squeeze out people's blood fat, even the last drop of water, before you are willing to throw it away cleanly. The world can always have an uninterrupted rhythm, and naturally there is a set of cruel rules and filtering methods. Life is the executioner, and there is no tomorrow on the blade.

Facing the dusk, thinking about the past. Lovely faces, laughter after laughter ... time goes by ... some dawns, some nights ... infinitely gentle, infinitely vicious death threats. I was deeply loved, deeply loved, seriously cried, and stay real came down and seriously loved. What about now? ..... The world once, not to learn to hate seriously, but to get a love I deserve. In the twentieth year of my life, I received this gift. How excited I am to untie the beautiful knot. Prayer is a beautiful and noble gift. A pair of broken crystal glasses is in my trembling hands. What can I do? Seriously shed tears, and then what? then what Back to the dark space, and then what? Seriously satisfied.

When the sound of the grating fell, I knew I could never go out again.

Take advantage of the last corner of life, and then carefully examine every point. Put those bright and vivid days in, those familiar faces and words in, the title page of life, tear off the most important and favorite page, put it in and read it over and over again. I finally put myself in. At the age of twenty, I tried to clean up all the happy endings. Return the smile to yesterday and the loneliness to yourself.

Let people who know understand,

Let people who don't understand don't understand;

Make the world a world,

I am willing to be my cocoon.