1. Poems about Hada

(1)

The mountains are quiet, the moon is quiet,

The flowers sip the cherry blossoms lip. ...

Suddenly, the grassland ran backwards,

The skylark whistled in the sky,

The yurt waved its handkerchief with blue smoke,

Girls,

threw themselves into Dawn's arms.

Five roaring horses,

Five passing meteors;

Dropped the moon, dropped the stars,

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The youth of the grassland is flying on horseback.

Running with laughter and laughter,

Jumping and chasing closely.

The morning glow is thrown to them,

Gorgeous bouquets,

Passionate poetry.

The girls held up five,

The elegant hada

Dedicated to the green valley,

creeks, hillsides, Meadow...

Ah, the brilliant morning in the grassland!

(2)

During the days of aiding Tibet,

I accepted the white hada

The first one, the second one One,

The third, the fourth...

The students behind them, in turn,

presented me with khatas,

Toast with wine and give gifts.

Hanging strips,

White hada,

Drinking from cup to cup,

Fragrant wine,

Accepting one after another,

Beautiful gifts,

My heart is surging,

I sigh:

When Where,

have I ever experienced this,

other emotions? No matter how good I am,

I am worthy of this honor?

In five years of aiding Tibet,

I have only done my best,

A teacher aiding Tibet,

I have done my best. Responsibilities and obligations!

So, the wine is accompanied by tears,

The emotion is accompanied by guilt,

The joy is accompanied by pain,

I wear it, Drinking freely,

One after another,

One after another,

One after another,

One after another... ···

Thinking about it till now,

my chest still feels heavy,

full of tears.

Those forty-four,

The flawless white hada,

It is clearly forty-four,

Pure and sincere

They expressed their sincere affection for Tibetan students,

to a Han teacher,

telling me to support them. Hidden for two years,

Every bit of dedication,

Every footprint

(3)

Many times in my sleep Yes,

There are traces of white Hada fluttering.

Under the majestic peak of the roof of the world,

That sacred and vast land,

has become a place that my heart pursues.

I have always thought like this:

Where there are white hadas dancing,

is the source of blessings.

I love the sacred land of Tibet,

I love the hard work and simplicity of the Tibetan compatriots.

I also deeply love living on the plateau under harsh climate conditions,

the magical and immortal life.

It is late at night, and the white hada in the dream,

is still in the Tibetan area,

dancing on the old decayed tree.

Pure white, in the Tibetan breeze,

keeps fluttering. 2. Poems about Hada

(1) The mountains are quiet, the moon is quiet, and the flowers purse their cherry lips.

...Suddenly, the grassland ran backwards, the skylark whistled in the sky, the yurt waved its handkerchief with blue smoke, and the girls jumped into the arms of Dawn. Five roaring horses, five passing meteors; leaving behind the moon, throwing away the stars, reaching out to hold the five long winds, the youth of the grassland is flying on the horseback.

Running, jumping, and chasing closely with laughter and laughter. The morning glow is thrown to them, gorgeous bouquets of flowers, and passionate poems.

The girls held up five khatas and presented the elegant hada to the green valleys, ravines, hillsides, meadows of their hometown... Ah, the brilliant morning on the grassland! (2) During the days of aiding Tibet, I accepted the first white hada, the second, the third, the fourth... the students behind me presented the white hada to me in turn, and toasted to the wine. Give gifts. Hanging strips of pure white hada, drinking glasses of fragrant wine, and receiving exquisite gifts one after another, my heart surged, and I sighed: When and where have I experienced such emotions? How can I deserve this honor? In my five years of aiding Tibet, I have only fulfilled my responsibilities and obligations as a teacher aiding Tibet! So, the wine was accompanied by tears, the emotion was accompanied by guilt, and the joy was accompanied by pain. I wore it, drank it, and took it on, one after another, one after another, one after another... I still think of it, My chest is still filled with tears.

Those forty-four, flawless white hadas, are clearly forty-four, pure and sincere hearts. They express the Tibetan students’ true love for a Han teacher, and they tell me During the two years of aiding Tibet, every bit of effort and every footprint (3) have traces of the dancing white hada in my many sleeps. Under the majestic peak of the roof of the world, that sacred and vast land has become a place that my heart pursues.

I have always believed that the place where the white hada is dancing is the source of blessings. I love the sacred land of Tibet and the hard work and simplicity of my Tibetan compatriots.

I also deeply love the magical and immortal life living on the plateau under harsh climate conditions. It was late at night, and the white hada in my dream was still dancing on a decaying old tree in the Tibetan area.

Pure white, constantly fluttering in the Tibetan breeze. 3. A good sentence to describe the Tibetan handicraft Hada

Hada is mostly white. On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, white is the most common color: in the vast snowfields of the long winter, the dough is ground out of highland barley. White horses for riding, sheep grazing, cows and goat milk being squeezed, etc.

Since ancient times, ethnic minorities such as Tibetans and Mongolians have believed that white symbolizes purity, beauty, auspiciousness, and kindness, and people cherish the color white. The walls of houses on the snow-covered plateau are painted with white ash. During festivals, the lintels, curtains and furniture of the houses are dotted with white dots or lines with highland barley flour. White powder is used to sprinkle various auspicious patterns, and they are used to tie teapots and wine vessels. Serve with khata or wool.

Even people put a circle of white dots on their collars with tsampa. Place white stones on the top of the stone piles at mountain passes and intersections along traffic thoroughfares.

When simmering mulberry, also sprinkle with snow-white tsampa. 4. Poems about snow lotus

Tianshan Snow Lotus

The ice peaks of Yunling Mountains are plain and cold, while the snow lotus is elegant and graceful on the cliffs.

Pingting's immortal charm is pure and pure, and her ice-cold skin presents the magnolia.

Mengda Tianchi

The shores are made of emeralds, and the mountains are beyond the blue waves.

The magical water in the sky is the source of tranquility in the world.

Atomic City

An army of 20,000 entered the Golden Beach, and it was difficult to start a business in the snow and ice.

The passionate youth took off, and the loud noise from the East shook the world.

Qilian

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There are layers of rapeseed flowers on the mountain, and the winding stream reflects the morning glow.

The vast snow-covered peaks are hung on the top, and thousands of hadas are tilted.

Two poems from Qilian Zhuoer Mountain Scenic Area

One

The stream curves towards the east, and the flowers and green grass bloom fragrantly.

The snow-capped mountains tower into the sky, and the plateau rises thousands of miles away.

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The snow-capped mountains are covered with clouds for nine days, and the boundless green carpet wraps the mountains.

Hundreds of dragons dance along the clear stream, holding up the Qilian prairie.

Inscribed on Mr. Chen Tingyou's Landscape Collection

The mountains are vast and vast, and the water is ethereal.

The ink blends into the illusion, and the flowing springs and waterfalls are full of poems. 5. About the Mongolian people Verses

Grassland

Author: Uligi

The miraculous craftsmanship of nature,

cut out your beautiful skirt.

The cradle that nurtures life,

creates countless miracles in the world.

Only when history is well collected can

display this moving grace.

The sun is always so red,

so big,

and so round.

Colorful flowers,

blowing out wisps of cool fragrance.

Open and broad,

is the father's mind,

tender and subtle,

like mother's love, mellow and long.

Wherever the cattle and sheep walked,

there was a milky river singing softly.

Blue sky and green sea,

are the source of all life.

Pulling water

Author: Wu Liji

Among the colorful clouds,

The lark is singing.

Under the blue sky,

The flowers and plants are like a blanket.

The pasture is sunny and sunny,

There is a clear spring hanging on the horizon.

The small intestine trail stretches into the distance,

The wheels of the cart turn slowly.

The clear spring is clear,

The single-stringed zither is playing.

She rolled up her sleeves,

and stared at herself.

There is a piece of blue sky in the water,

There are colorful scarves floating in the blue sky.

Bending down to pick up the sweet spring,

scattering a string of pearls.

She smiled,

The mountain dandelions were so red and sweet.