Poems about grasslands written by children.

1. Children's poems describing grasslands were given ancient grass 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.

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Annotate this poem on the topic of "grass" Ford: Add the word "Ford" to the title of any designated or limited poem. This practice originated from the "poetry should be made" and was later widely used in the imperial examination "poetry test". This poem is an exercise for the author to prepare for the imperial examination, so the word "Fu De" has also been added. The two poems of "Farewell" are from "The Songs of Chu Recruit Hermits": "Wang Sun swims without returning, and spring grass grows luxuriantly."

A brief analysis of this poem is the author's childhood work, but also a masterpiece at that time. The whole poem is rigorous in structure and fresh in style. By praising the weeds in the wasteland, the author's enterprising spirit is reflected.

2. The poem "Chilechuan" about grassland pupils.

Grassland folk songs in northern dynasties

Yinshan chilechuan,

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.

Grassland children [lyrics]

How bright the sun is, spring comes to the grassland, white clouds float over my head and sheep are beside me.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, white clouds, uh-huh, slow down. I'm singing pastoral songs. Please pass it on. Children in the grassland love their hometown, and Chairman Mao taught them to remember. How rich our hometown is, the vast grassland is endless, the sheep whip is in hand, and the burden of revolution is on our shoulders. Aha, aha, heh, heh, heh, heh, come back to the team, listen to my command, and then move on. Children in the grassland learn from Lei Feng and are determined to take over the revolutionary class.

3. A poem describing the grassland "Grassland Dream"

The morning when the sun awakens the dew.

My bag is full of dust.

Has been combed clean by the grassland wind.

I finally meet you.

Green in my dream

The vastness and emptiness in the dream

God, it's so blue.

Clouds, so white and pure.

I lay wandering on the grass wave.

Looking for your own summer

The grass slope is very close.

They will hold hands forever.

They will love each other forever.

Look at their feet.

It has been going on.

Open, pure and brilliant.

Buckwheat flower

That's God's blessing.

This is a testimony of love.

Forgive the cow for wagging its tail leisurely.

That is their carefree happiness.

I don't know how to express it.

Forgive the horse's running.

In such a big temple.

Who doesn't want to fly all his life?

And flocks of sheep.

Forgive them for disturbing the peace of the grassland for a moment.

They are spoiled children here.

They can't live without a lush home.

Walking barefoot into the grassland at night

Grassland night

I hope I'm not disturbing your peace.

Let me sit under the silent and twinkling stars

Sing the poem I gave you.

It can't describe one tenth of your beauty.

Just a wanderer eager to return.

I want to call you mom.

Of course, I will also play a song of missing.

Let this melancholy whistle take away my care.

give her

4. Articles and ancient poems describing the grassland: the sky is grey, the wilderness is vast, and the wind is blowing (reading "fairy" and "today": showing) the song of cattle and sheep, I don't know the north and south, and the mountains are at the foot of the 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.

"Beyond the Great Wall" Tang hunted Tianjiao and lived outside Yan, and white grass burned wild. 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.

"On the Line" Tang Bao melts the west wind with strong muscles and strong horns, revealing the coldness of grazing horses and aquatic plants. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.

In the Tang Dynasty, "Bian Chun", a tall article, 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.

On a sunny day in March in Liang Yusheng, the warbler croaked and asked who was 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? Listen to the roar of Wu Cheng and sing how far the grassland is in the dream by the jade bow. /I have been thinking about the grassland for many years. 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 ridden tame or wild horses in the depths of a vast grassland, walked through colorful grassland wildflowers, and perhaps sang heroic and desolate Tibetan songs all the way, making the clouds tremble and fly in the song ... Everyone 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, with all his time and imagination, he has achieved a classic, handed down and immortal grassland love story ... It seems that the dream has reached the extreme 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.

5. What are the poems about grassland? 1 Farewell to Grassland Grass (Bai Juyi) The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons.

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. 2 "Chilechuan", Chilechuan, 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.

3 "Out of the Fortress" (Wang Wei) Hunting Tianjiao lives outside Yancheng, and white grass burns wild. 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. Jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family will give snow to visit Yao 4 "Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion" (Ouyang Xiu). Mangroves and green hills are dying, and the grass in the long suburbs is boundless.

Tourists, no matter how old they are, should step on the flowers in front of the pavilion in spring. 5 "fortress" (Bao Rong) 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.

6 "Bian Chun" (high article) 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.

7 "Three Poems on the Grassland" A yellow carpet has quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan has no words to fly the autumn sound. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

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.

The setting sun is not seen at dusk, and the mountains and trees are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

8 "Grassland" [Wang Weike] You rise and fall into a posture with a light green expression, and your delicate skin meets the call of life, which is cared and collected by Tengger singer Heaven. This region of vast expanse, let free blood melt into your body, clean body and unrestrained soul. In a depressed and empty city, I feel and long for your self-esteem. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can spread out in all directions. The hope of life can devour the bad effects of sandstorms. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, clear springs, beautiful wild flowers, swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The primitive state continues the pure heart here and is bred here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. The cruel reality mercilessly destroys you and your spring. The source is muddy and dirty, and your face is haggard and yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now in my eyes, I can only look at the old imagination with confused and sad eyes. Numb people have lost their conscience. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by rolling yellow sand. Your experience makes me sad.

6. Poetry articles about grassland Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields.

The sky is gray, the fields are boundless, and the wind is blowing. I saw three poems about cattle and sheep grassland. (1) The yellow carpet quietly turned green, and the ancient plain was silent with autumn sounds. 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 green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.

(3) Don't look at the setting sun, the mountains and plains are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

What's suspicious about the feathers of Lv Qi, Crow and Saibei Grass? 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. Attached to the Saibei grassland poem: the truth of the words arouses public doubts, and the color black is more pleasing.

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. A pile of grassland poems [Author: Chen Guanglin article input: Li] (1) Grassland Grassland The cradle of my life is clear and sweet water, which nurtures my milk, fragrant grass, faint fragrance and nourishes my heart. Holy and solid horseback riding is my smiling face when climbing grandma, and it is the source of my strength. Every time I think of grassland, grassland, grassland, my lovely home, the vast grassland gives me width. My big breasts, beautiful mountains and rivers give me a strong backbone, and the cold wind, ice and snow give me a strong character. Grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, wine and tea, and I miss you infinitely. The grassland I love is a sweet memory. Miss you is a bitter attachment, miss you is a blue-green heart. I miss you, grassland, which is a sweet memory in my heart. I miss you very much. When I think of you, I deeply love my mother, accompanied by blue sky, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, flowers everywhere, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland, forever grassland. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, my grassland, my beautiful grassland, and the grassland where horses gallop gives birth to me and raises me. You are my eternal place. (2) Homesickness gives me a piece of white clouds. Fly to Saibei Plateau with affection and homesickness. Give me a cup of spring breeze. Blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green. Give me a canal of river water Flowing to the Saibei Plateau with songs and life. Give me a bright moon hanging on the plateau of Saibei Plateau. The night is more beautiful and the moon in my hometown is brighter. (3) The 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, listening to the sweet songs of my horses and lambs accompanied by deep and holy pastures. It gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to the deep pasture where I was born and raised in my dreams. The vast pasture in my hometown is deep in my heart. The holy blue sky and my father's love helped me on horseback, and my mother gave me much hope. The vast pasture has given me an open mind and deep feelings. The pasture in my hometown 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 plateau breeze sends me cool, the green fields accompany me to sing horses, and I soar in the wind. (5) Aimin River, Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow silently day and night, year after year, month after month, Bolin 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, you tell the truth wherever you flow, you are the most affectionate river in the world, Emin River, you are the sacred river, and you give it to me when you are sad. It is the most sacred river in the shepherd's heart, Emin River. You are the river of life, drink your milk and grow with your faith. You taught me to be a long-term and pure person, always flowing quietly like Emin River. Emin River, I am so attached to you that I have always been in my heart. I am so respectful to you, and my heart is always quiet and clear. Emin River, how many stories have flowed through your heart? You are a chapter in history. You are the river of life for the children of grassland. The eyebrows under the grassland lightning are all smoke.

A sleepy poet has a vast grassland, and you are like a piano sleeping beside a flax mane. The grassland is vast and goes deep into the interior. I turned off the distant light with tired eyes. Grassland night, I was a guest in Dangxiong's felt bag. Matthew bent down to make tea, just like a river bending through the sleeping silence. On the other hand, on the inland night in Marthinsen, the lake lifted a huge spoon and poured it into the mouth of the world, and my hand crossed the darkness at the end of the vast grassland. Miss Dawa, I want to talk to you all night in your morning light, completely silent.

7. The sentence or paragraph describing the grassland is 1, and the night falls and it is very quiet.

Lying on the slightly inclined grassland hillside, looking up at the sky, ah, what a beautiful night, high in the sky, full of stars, blinking lovely eyes, as if welcoming our distant guests. 2. In the depths of the grassland, there are white sheep grazing leisurely and scattered on the grassland like pearls.

There are herds of cattle and horses on the grassland. The grassland is Ma Pingchuan, which is wide and flat. The tender green grassland covers the earth, just like putting green clothes on it. 4. Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, bright flowers, songs dancing with the wind, and figures galloping at will ... Everything in my imagination is wonderful, as if the grassland in my dream is a paradise that is hard to find in the world.

The soul of grassland dream lies in her beauty and freedom, and it is here that grassland can fascinate me. 5. Climb to the top of the mountain and see the mountains. The mountains and grasslands of Nalati are like a green ocean with boundless waves.

The yurts are hidden in the green waves, like blossoming saussurea involucrata; Pieces of sheep, dotted with grasslands, like pearls; Cloudy alpine grasslands are looming, and white clouds are fluttering in the mountains. At present, it is like a huge ink painting, which makes people feel like they are in a fairyland.

6. The grassland is colored. White clouds are floating in the blue sky, corresponding to the green Yuan Ye of the earth. Sheep are white in the green, like a pearl scattered on a green velvet blanket.

Wild flowers on the grassland are dotted in this green ocean, making the grassland colorful ... 7. The endless grassland is green and the brightest, like a layer of gold powder. With the morning breeze, it set off a blue Jin Lang. All kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom everywhere, bathed in sunshine, competing to open on the vast grassland, emitting a strong fragrance. Looking around, wild flowers fall on the green grassland like colorful clouds.

At night, the whole grassland changed completely. Thick fog rises from all directions, and the grassland slowly turns dark green. Every grass and tree exudes fragrance, and the grassland is steamed in the fragrance. The moon covered everything with a silver net, and the grassland added a mysterious color. 8. In summer, after a heavy rain, all kinds of flowers on the grassland burst into smiling faces overnight.

It is as white as snow, as pink as chardonnay, as red as fire and as yellow as gold. The whole grassland is like a colorful garden, where butterflies and bees dance wildly among the flowers. Yo, Sarilang is in bloom, and its five slender red petals bend down like red lanterns.

At this time, my friends and I were holding handfuls of Sarilang flowers and playing on the grassland. Sarilang flowers jump on the grassland like a torch that never goes out. 9. The grassland in summer is lush, take a deep breath, and the fragrance of vegetation comes to the nose, which makes people feel relaxed and intoxicated.

Cattle, horses and sheep roam the grassland, and when the wind blows, it forms a picturesque scene, just like the northern folk song "The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep low"! Riding on horseback, leisurely, as if entering a paradise. 10, hovering along the hillside, the mountains are full of unknown wild flowers, colorful and beautiful.

The whole hillside stretches under your feet like a carpet. The mountains tempt you to keep going, because every time you think you have reached the highest peak, you find that one mountain in front of you is higher than the other.

1 1, at night, the stars are shining, the bright moonlight is shining on the grassland, the world is quiet, the evening breeze is blowing gently, and the grass waves fluctuate with the wind, which is particularly pleasant. 12, an endless prairie, seems to be connected with the horizon from a distance.

On the prairie, there are green colors everywhere, like a green carpet. The endless green carpet is covered with colorful flowers and embroidered with beautiful patterns. Cattle and sheep are running on the grassland, horses are running, herders are singing, green grass and flowers are listening, ah, what a beautiful picture scroll of grassland patterns! 13, a gust of wind blew, and the grass danced with the wind, one after another. Standing on the vast Hulunbeier grassland, I feel that I am also a grass, wearing a beautiful green dance skirt, dancing in the wind, not only me, but all the grass on this grassland is dancing.

14. There are blue clouds over the grassland where Yingfeicao grows, and the clouds are floating around, which is very leisurely. The grassland where Yingfeicao grows is extremely suitable for leisurely clouds. People standing on the grassland will find this scene refreshing and beautiful. 15. On this vast green Yuan Ye, there are wild flowers, meadows, forests, hillsides, hills, rivers and snow-capped mountains.

Nalati is really a beautiful air grassland! 16. Standing on a high mountain and looking at the grassland below, it feels like a green rendered Chinese painting lying on the ground. The houses and sheep on the grassland are vividly dotted in this picture; It's like a green ocean. A strong wind blows through countless grass roots. It's really huge, like a group of Ma Benteng people, rushing towards us.

17, 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 who don't come home at night are still wandering around the lake near Liulin, and the whole prairie looks peaceful. 18, the grassland wind has different charm in every different season. The end of July is the most beautiful and refreshing season in the grassland. It is not as biting as the winter wind, nor as dry as the autumn wind. It is beautiful because it blows everything green and blooms wild flowers. The deep grass is so graceful and full of charm. It's gentle. It swam across the deep lake, sending out bursts of microwaves and shining silver in the sun. Blue water prints blue sky, and blue sky lines blue water. The picture of the sky is like swimming in the sky mirror, free and unrestrained ... 19, grassland with beautiful scenery, melodious Ma Touqin sound, fragrant milk tea, simple and high-pitched Mongolian folk songs.