Poetry about Mongolian women

1. Poems describing "the prairie and the beautiful Mongolian women coaxing each other to support each other"

The poems describing "the prairie and the beautiful Mongolian women coaxing each other" are:

1. On this day last year, in this door, people’s faces and peach blossoms reflected each other’s red. ____Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"

2. Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing to meet again when she was not married. ____Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Jie Fu·A message to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"

3. Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. ____ "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Hands" by Lu You

4. The beauty committed suicide on the bank of Wujiang River, the war burned Chibi Mountain, and the general was empty at Yumen Pass. ____Zhang Kejiu's "The Sound of Flower Selling·Nostalgia for the Past"

5. The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deeply with her eyebrows furrowed. ____Li Bai's "Resentment"

6. On the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beautiful lady teach you how to play the flute? ____Du Mu's "Send to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou"

7. I once said goodbye to the beauty on the bridge, but I regret that there has been no news until now. ____Liu Yuxi's "Willow Branches/Willow Branches"

8. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight. ____Anonymous "Guan Ju"

9. The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I cannot forget the beauty I have in my heart. ____Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"

10. How long can you get good results if you treat others with sex? ____Li Bai's "Concubine's Unfortunate Life"

11. Tonight on the Chinese Valentine's Day, watch the blue sky, the morning glory and the weaver girl crossing the river bridge. ____Lin Jie's "Begging for Skills"

12. The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. ____Du Mu's "Mooring at Qinhuai"

13. May I ask how the river tide and the sea water are like the love of a king and the heart of a concubine? ____Bai Juyi's "Lang Tao Sha·Asking about Jiang Tide and Sea Water"

14. You know that I have a husband, so you give me a pair of pearls. ____Zhang Ji's "The Song of a Chaste Woman·A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"

15. Pedestrians outside the wall, and beauties inside the wall smile. ____Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers·Spring Scene"

16. I would rather not know the beauty of a city or the beauty of a country. Beautiful women are hard to come by. ____Li Yannian's "Song of Li Yannian" 2. Poems describing the Mongolian people

1. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is filled with wine to fill the golden bell.

2. When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold. Unfortunately, all the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.

3. The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.

4. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.

5. March is blue and green, the twelfth month is yellow, and the boundless grass is bathed in autumn light. In the pastoral songs, the eagle cries, and the wind blows and the lush greenery appears, including cattle and sheep.

6. The sun is setting among the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endlessly green. Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, step on fallen flowers in front of the pavilion.

7. A horse is flying in the boundless blue sky, and a young man is singing a pastoral song with the sound of his whip. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun.

8. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The loud music and songs go with the wind, and I know how high the mountain is.

9. The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting. The boundless greenery is surrounded by sheep grazing, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night.

10. The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn. Horse hooves trample the setting sun to pieces, lying down singing Aobao to wait for the moon to shine.

11. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the shadows of mountains and trees are all dyed yellow. Don't forget that the old cow has returned and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.

12. Xixiu is burning red with hundreds of feet of clouds, and the crows are flying home in a hurry. The plains are gradually becoming misty, and the grassy fields are hurriedly gauzy. 3. Poems about Inner Mongolian clothing

Mongolian clothing includes robes, belts, boots, jewelry, etc. However, the styles vary from region to region.

Take women's robes as an example. Influenced by the Manchus, the Mongolians in the Horqin and Karaqin areas often wear long, straight robes that reach the heel, with slits on both sides, and the collar and cuffs are often welted with various colors of flowers; the Mongolians in the Xilin Gol grassland wear Mongolian robes with fat, narrow sleeves and unslit edges; Buryat women wear waist-skirted shoulder-length robes; Ordos women's robes are divided into three pieces, the first one is a close-fitting garment with sleeves as long as the wrist, and the second one is It is an outer coat with sleeves reaching to the elbow, and a third collarless waistcoat with straight rows of flashing buttons. The robes worn by Mongolians in Qinghai are relatively similar to Tibetan robes. Except for Qinghai, men's clothing differs little from place to place. Wear jacket robes in spring and autumn, single robes in summer, and cotton robes or leather robes in winter. Mongolian people usually like to wear cloth clothes. During festivals or celebrations, they usually wear brocade-trimmed silk and satin clothes. Men's clothing is mostly blue and brown, while women's clothing likes to use red, pink, green, and sky blue. The belt is an important part of Mongolian clothing, made of satin or cotton three to four meters long. Men often wear knives, fire sickles, snuff boxes and other accessories on their belts. Mongolian boots are divided into two types: leather boots and cloth boots. Mongolian boots are made with fine workmanship and have exquisite patterns on the uppers and other parts. Wearing jewelry and hats is a Mongolian custom. Hats in each region also have local characteristics. The Mongolian hats of Inner Mongolia and Qinghai are high on top and flat on the sides. The lining is made of white felt, and the outside is decorated with leather or the felt is dyed purple-green for decoration. It is thicker in winter and thinner in summer. The top of the hat is decorated with tassels and the hatband is made of silk. It can be worn by both men and women. The Barhu and Buryat Mongolians of Hulunbuir wear shawl hats for men and pointed hats for women. Precious raw materials such as agate, jade, coral, pearls, and silver make Mongolian jewelry rich and luxurious. The color of men is mostly blue or dark brown, and some have their heads wrapped in silk. Women usually wrap their heads with red or blue bandanas, and in winter they wear conical hats like men.

Mongolian men wear robes and aprons, and women have lace patterns embroidered on their sleeves and high collars on their tops, which seems to be similar to the Mongolian ethnic group. Women like to wear three pieces of clothing of different lengths. The first one is an undershirt with sleeves as long as the wrist, the second is an outer coat with sleeves as long as the elbow, and the third is a collarless waistcoat with straight rows of flashing buttons, which is particularly eye-catching. 4. Are there any poems about Mongolia?

In the Chile River of Yuefu in the Northern Dynasties, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.

The sky is green, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. Although this Northern Dynasties folk song has only twenty-seven words, it has great artistic appeal.

It sings of the richness and magnificence of the northern grasslands, and expresses the Chile people's infinite love for the soil and water that raised them and their nomadic life. "Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain", the song begins with a high-pitched tone, chanting the natural characteristics of the north, which is unobstructed, high and vast.

These concise six words, with a majestic style, reveal the powerful character of the Chilean nation. From this, we can also strongly feel the irrepressible and heartfelt praise.

"The sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields." These two sentences come from the above background and express the magnificence of the picture and the magnificence of the sky and fields. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer sketched a picture of the northern country with a brush like rafters.

"The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass, and you can see cattle and sheep." The two sentences "sky" and "wild" follow the previous sentence, and there is a slight overlap in the brushwork, which contains a lyrical mood. . The author uses the form of repeated words to highlight the vastness and vastness of the sky and the green and boundless wilderness.

These two sentences show the broad mind and bold character of the Chile nation. The last sentence of "The wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low" is the highlight of the whole text, depicting a scene of prosperity, prosperity and happiness.

From the language to the artistic conception, this folk song is completely natural. It is simple in quality and true in meaning. There are no obscure sentences in the language, and it expresses the pride of the people of Chile in a simple, clear and hearty way.

"Farewell to Fude Ancient Grassland" Bai Juyi left the original grassland and the grass withered and flourished with each passing year. The wildfires burned endlessly and the spring breeze blew again. The distant fragrance invaded the ancient road and the clear green connected to the desolate city. He also sent his princes and grandchildren to the lush greenery. Farewell. Translation: The wild grass on the plain is lush and green, but it dries up every year, and even wildfire cannot burn it away. When the spring breeze blows next year, it will sprout again.

Wild grass stretches all the way to the ancient road, and green mountains connect the deserted city together. It’s time to send off friends for a long journey again, and the green grass everywhere is filled with the feeling of parting.

The following is a poem originally written by a netizen: Bu Suanzi · Qinghai Lake grassland is half green and the grass is yellow in autumn, looking into the sky. The wind blows the cattle and sheep, and the butterflies fly through the secluded bushes.

Thousands of years old·The grassland outside the Great Wall and the smoke outside the Great Wall. The horse can run endlessly.

At the end of the sky, there are mountains and mountains, and a few idle clouds. There are rows of felt couplets.

The road is full of green, and the road is crooked with hoof marks broken into pieces. Have a broad mind.

A long-standing heroic place. The peak fire goes out.

Hu Jia rises. Like hair chasing water and grass.

The cold currents of clothing and skin migrate. In the past, I blinked and looked at the change in appearance.

Comments 2311 Yue Chang Borong Acceptance rate: 71 From the team: Large, medium and small education answers Good at: Chat software English test English translation literature other answers Southern and Northern Dynasties. Folk songs. (Chilechuan) Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain The sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass, and you can see the cattle and sheep. Grass author: Bai Juyi Li Liyuan grass, withered and flourished every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.

Spring Mountain Travel Picture Everyone says, The shepherd boy is still young. That's me, enjoying the best alone.

In the season of many dreams, there are many close friends. Look: the birds sing, the fish swim, and the horses run.

The spring is still there, but the beauty is old. It's a pity that the old love is not over.

I miss you day and night, and ask if you know? There are: patches of clouds, light wind, and green grass.

5. Poems about Inner Mongolia

Who remembers me when I walk through Qingcheng? I have been here before, and I have been in this green city. My footsteps and the footprints of a wanderer are like the wind outside the Great Wall passing through the city. The back view of the city will not take away any memory of the city. The frozen film shows the prosperity and chaos of cyan high-rise buildings, gray asphalt roads, and colorful Western murals. Farther away is the gray sky, which is where Qingcheng is. I can't see clearly which part of the reflection under the blue sky is the past history. Which part is the glory of history? Walking through the land where Shanxi merchants gathered, I can't pick up the camel bells that were scattered in the past. The sound of going to the fairing after the fragments are scattered is silent in the space where fingers are flying. Does anyone remember that I am staying away quietly? I have been here before, and I have also begun to melt in this blue city that has been melted. The peeling years are gently burying me, so I Choosing the final departure, the love in Qingcheng evaporates like sweat under the fragments of civilization. But someone who has not been seen for a long time suddenly arrives in your city. Or a long-lost meteor streaks across the sky above your head. Then you open the door with difficulty and pour him a glass of wine. He drank it all in one gulp. The green city of Hohhot is watching alone in the early wind. How can I resist the coldness of your body when it is so thin? I love you, go south. Here are my strong thoughts and tenderness like water, which can build another city. Come and you. It is the king who commands my poems, words, wine and grass, but you still refuse to abandon the soil that gave birth to you. You promised to the wind and sand of the desert. You promised to marry a rider. A man with a strong bow and roar, a strong and passionate man, married his cow. The sheep and the wind blew the grass low for him to continue the mournful sound of the matouqin. My heart is gray. I won’t wait in this life. Don’t talk about the next life. I still can’t change the color of this city. I can’t change his appearance. Before me, I can only draw a scar for you with my thin pen. The look of a soldier, a drop of clear tears in his eyes reflected the misty rain in Jiangnan, and a man wearing a gauze look like you. The lights all over the city of Hohhot blow from the north to the south, and the fear in the wind comes from the north. To the north is the Yinshan Mountain, which is a battle to death. A whitened sheepskin was thrown further north in the Yinshan Mountains. When it was struck by heavy hammers in turn, it was a big drum that incited the horseshoes and cold weapons into a flood that has lasted for thousands of years. Now people call it the grassland. The cold sunshine shines on the tamed grass after the disaster. The upper wind originates from a place that is more bitter and longer than the grass. It spreads over the grassland and the Yinshan Mountains and keeps blowing towards the city. The ears of the city open to the wind and the lights flow south. The lights flow south. But the lights never flow across the Yellow River. Or maybe the brothers under the torch before were long-abandoned tribes. The exiled horses and sheep silently gnawed on the snow for a long time. Looking towards the sun in the south or neighing in the cold wind in the north is a choice that has lingered for thousands of years. Good after the Yellow River Flood Red willows can be planted on the red mud ground, villages can be built, and safe cooking smoke can be exchanged for horse hides for tea and silk from the south. Oh, delicate and timeless tea, soft and smooth silk. The quality of the south is full of temptation. The lights are always on the tea and silk. It flows from the south, but it never flows to the south of the Yellow River. It does not flow to the south of the Yellow River. It cannot return to the north of Yinshan Mountain. Between the Yellow River and Yinshan Mountain is Hohhot, which I am cramped and hesitant. I am cramped and hesitant. Hohhot is in front of me. The increasingly fresh sunshine shines on the back, and the increasingly cold wind blows the sky into a blue color. Poor and unpredictable cloud formations approach from afar and drop expensive rain from time to time, or cold and heavy snow covers the streets. The poplar trees that are not cold-resistant and the weeping willows that are also not cold-resistant are panicking. The cold-resistant ones are my brothers and their women, imitating the long-lost sheep, grazing in the sun and ruminating calmly in the wind, rain or snow. They no longer want to go south. Walking across the Yellow River, going north over the Yinshan Mountains, or moving forward to get closer to your dreams, and going back to keep the tradition closer is only in the halal restaurants in the Muslim area, in the alleys in Yuquan District, in the office buildings in the new city, Toktuo and Tumote And in the cornfields of Xinhua Square that day that day in the 21st century, there was always the sound of sober hooves running through the city in the middle of the night, and the galloping horses were not just sculptures.

6. Looking for articles or poems about Mongolians

——Mongolian men—— Speaking of Mongolian men, the related words seem to be tough and powerful, including customary expressions such as rough and unrestrained.

Mongolian men come in many varieties in appearance. There is a Western style, they are as strong as bulls, handsome, powerful, and even have curly hair.

Chinese style, short, thin and dark like a Jiangnan boy. It has a Japanese style, with a cold face and a murderous look.

There is also the Korean wave, whose face is as white as snow and as slim as a woman. Of course, there are also authentic Mongolians, with square faces, broad foreheads, and toughness.

This is obviously related to their nomadic habits. They graze everywhere, fight everywhere, and crossbreed everywhere. No wonder the varieties are mixed. But when you get close to or become familiar with Mongolian men, what is surprising and unforgettable is their tenderness.

The so-called "tenderness" refers to the soft-heartedness of Mongolian men. Although they also have the characteristics of perseverance and irritability.

Look at the eyes of Mongolian men, there is always some treasure hidden deep in them. This pity will show when they look at horses, sheep, children and women, as if they are facing a fragile treasure.

Therefore, they often praise horses, women and land. The same goes for watching horses. Mongolians are different from other people, especially the Chinese who watch horses that can bring good luck to people.

In the eyes of Mongolian men, the horse is not a livestock, but a proud, advanced creature with magical speed and handsome appearance. Therefore, when the Mongolian man hugs the horse's broad neck, the look in his eyes is touching.

Their tenderness also includes romance. When Mongolian men find attractive women, they stare at them with abandon.

In fact, every woman knows that to be looked at is to be praised. The eyes of Mongolian men are like torches, which seem to burn away their clothes and shyness.

The West regards the word "romance" as an almost great quality of men. It is not just about lust, and of course it is not about tampering in KTV rooms. It regards love as a major event in life, and it is life-threatening and lingering. Tragic. Of course, such a man is not very smart. For example, Bill Gates would not do this.

But romantic people believe that only fools would sacrifice romance for the pursuit of wealth. They also believe that it is foolish for a man to hide his attitude towards women.

Therefore, Mongolian men don’t quite understand what hypocrisy is. I am also surprised by the tenderness shown by Mongolian men when singing.

There are thousands of Mongolian folk songs, but there are only three themes: mother, land, and love. When these tough and solemn men sing, they blow fire with their lips, wash their faces with spring water, and carefully carve a Buddha statue with a knife.

None of the so-called songs of Mongolian men are so-called majestic. This leads to my second confusion, that is, in Jiangnan, where there are small bridges and flowing water, the men are exquisite and comely, but people cannot feel how much tenderness they have, and their delicacy is only reflected in their possessions.

So, in the ice and snow of the North, the soft intestines of Mongolian men just match the rough appearance. The second characteristic of Mongolian men is "silliness".

Of course I am talking about people living on the grasslands. It is no longer accurate to say that they are not good at calculating. It should be said that they are good at not calculating.

They think it is ridiculous to care about everything, and they are afraid of being thought of as a shrewd person. With such an image, it is impossible to be a human being on the grassland.

Of course, under this mentality, their environment must be underdeveloped. Moreover, "money", the most enlightening tool given by God, has not shaped Mongolian men well.

Therefore, the outstanding people they can produce are athletes and artists who achieve excellence through physical fitness and spirituality, unlike the Jews who became big businessmen and scientists through actuarial calculations and suffering.

In the eyes of Mongolian men or Mongolians, stealing people's property is unreasonable.

Stealing is not only extremely shameful, but also unthinkable. Why steal other people's things? They were puzzled by this.

Therefore, it is said that Mongolians sleep without closing their doors at night in summer. During the day, if the whole family goes out to herd, the house is not closed.

There is a half door to keep out livestock. Their boxes are not locked.

Because no one goes to someone else’s house to dig through boxes. To them, acts of theft, robbery, and corruption are simply acts of the devil.

It is also a very interesting joke to install anti-theft nets in buildings and put gold and silver jewelry in safes, and the safes are as heavy as mountains of cement and steel plates. Mongolian men like to drink.

Like Russian men, they are believed to be the best drinkers. The last characteristic of Mongolian men is "lazy".

Men do the heavy work of grazing and building houses, but this depends on the season. Usually, they never get involved in any household chores.

When getting up in the morning, Mongolian men drink tea. This is an important task of the day, and drinking for two or three hours is not a long time. Women are responsible for the heavy labor of milking cows, cooking, making tea, tending livestock, and raising children and the elderly.

I am afraid they have never seriously observed the hard work of Mongolian women in their lives. In pastoral areas, you will see many elderly women with stooped waists, which are the marks left by hard work.

If a man assists (just assists) in doing some housework, he will be considered "that's okay", and even women will think so. Therefore, being a Mongolian woman is hard.

The arrogant attitude of Mongolian men towards housework is far less humane than the enthusiasm of southern men to "buy, eliminate and burn". Genghis Khan once said, My descendants cannot live in cities.

Why can't they live in the city? Is it because they are afraid of losing their physical fitness or their simple nature? Genghis Khan didn't say it clearly. The city is a place where outstanding people from all walks of life gather, and it is also a place where all kinds of temptations come to your attention.

It can be said that cities are furnaces that swallow up ore and spit out metal and slag. As far as Mongolian men are concerned, living in the city will expose some bad qualities, such as being keen on power and fighting, which will evaporate the excellent qualities of the nation itself.

They tend to have low self-esteem, seek fame and reputation, and worship the secrets of officialdom instead of treating others and themselves with a calm and broad-minded mind. This was probably one of the reasons why Genghis Khan was worried back then. Naturally, it is not an easy thing for anyone to stand in the whirlpool of the city, see all kinds of colors, hear hundreds of voices, make plans and establish a career, and still maintain a pure state of mind and simple nature.