Poetry describing the vast beauty of the grassland

1, until now I closed my thatched door in the dark, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . 2, a young and innocent horse fragrance, young whip sound pastoral. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. 4, when the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the autumn plain is easy to hide. 5, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.

6. Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

7. Chilechuan under the 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.

8. What is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble. Crows make noise in trees, and there is no swan song. There's more than one vulgar style. It's hard to decide, but the wisest man is foolish.

9, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.

10, the green water transported from Beishan rises to Hengchi and cuts back to the pond. Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.

1 1. Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.

12, 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.

13, 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.

14, what is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble. Crows make noise in trees, and there is no swan song. There's more than one vulgar style. It's hard to decide, but the wisest man is foolish.