Who has a poem about Inner Mongolia prairie?

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.

From: Don Cao Ye to Liu Jia.

The green grass in the whole plain fluttered in the wind and gurgled around the stream outside the house, which sounded like home. I looked at the beautiful woman disappointedly, but unfortunately I couldn't hold her hand and enjoy the beautiful scenery. Several more flowers have blossomed on the east wall of the house.

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Said by: Tang Bai Juyi, farewell to ancient grass.

How lush the long grass is, it turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring. Ruthless wildfires can only burn dry leaves. When the spring breeze blows, the earth is green.

3. 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.

From: Song of Chile, an anonymous song in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

At the foot of Yinshan Mountain is the vast plain of Chile. The sky in Chilechuan looks like a felt tent where herders live. Its four sides are connected with the earth, the blue sky is endless, and the green Yuan Ye is endless. When the wind blows to the grass, flocks of cattle and sheep appear and disappear.

Tianjiao was hunted outside Juyan, and white grass even burned in Shan Ye.

The desert schooner gallops in the dusk, and the vast plains in autumn shoot at vultures.

Said by: Wei's Stuffing.

The conference semifinals set a hunting ground outside Juyan, and even the white grass wildfire burned fiercely. Sunset hangs low in the desert, hunting and horseback riding are still running, and carving takes place on an empty plain in crisp autumn.

5. Beishan lost its green and rose, and went straight to the pond.

Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.

From: Beishan, Anshi, Wang Song.

The green mountain spring in the north mountain is full of pools, and the water in the straight ditch and winding pond shines in the sun. Because I counted the fallen flowers carefully, I sat for a long time and went home late to find grass slowly.