Grassland slogans and poems.

1, the river is green and the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers. -Cao Ye's "Send Liu Jia"

2. 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. Is it famous? Free my sick old age from the office! ! Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! ! -Du Fu's "Expressing My Mind at Night"

3. 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. The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao. -Wang Wei's stuffing

4. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring. -Ouyang Xiu's "Fengle Pavilion Youchun"

5. At the end of the year, there was little first frost, and spring was known to the world. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven. -Zhang Shi "Occasionally beginning of spring"

6, 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. -Bao Rong's "The Plug"

7. The light rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass color is close but not close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Han Yu's Light Rain in Early Spring

8. 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. -Gao Pian's "Bianfang Spring Tour"

9. 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? . -Wang Wei's farewell

10, the sky is getting higher and higher, and Yulong is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night. -"Prairie Poetry"