A poem about coming to the vast grassland 1. Prairie poetry

Ancient poetry-Yuefu (Chilechuan) Chilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.

The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.

Modern Poetry and Grassland Writing/Wang Weike, you have become a pale green posture and delicate expression, and your skin is welcoming the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer Heaven. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, clean 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 stretch in all directions and the hope of life can be swallowed up. Eating the bad effects caused by those sandstorms, the territory is vast, the horses are vigorous, the springs are wild flowers, the beautiful swaying reeds, the flying swans, the fat sheep, the simple herdsmen, the rich horse milk and the delicious meat, the primitive state continues here, and the pure mind thrives 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 has ruthlessly destroyed you, and your source has been turbid and dirty. Your face has turned yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now, in my eyes, I have a confused and sad look. Can only look at the old imagination. Numb people have lost their conscience. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by rolling yellow sand. Your experience has made me feel sad about the grassland (Lao She) since I was a child. I have seen the saying that "the sky is gray, the fields are boundless, the wind is blowing, and only cattle and sheep are seen". This once had a bad influence, making people afraid to go north.

This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other days. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.

Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green.

The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like boneless paintings, only rendered in green, not outlined with a pen. So, green is flowing everywhere, gently flowing into the clouds.

This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.

Zisai, Zisai, who said that? This is a jade world. Even Jiangnan may not have such scenery! We visited the animal husbandry commune in Chenbaerhu Banner.

The bus traveled 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands.

Go 150 miles, or grassland. Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere.

When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around. After walking for a long time, I saw a winding belt in the distance, as bright as glass.

River! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip. Soon, soon to the commune.

Suddenly, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain, as if a gust of wind was blowing. Men, women and children immediately put on all kinds of clothes, and horses danced like rainbows. This is the host coming from dozens of miles away to welcome guests from afar.

When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. Quiet grassland, lively: cheers, cars, hooves, ringing into one.

Cars and horses flew over the hill and saw some yurts. Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars.

Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. We invited a female dancer from Hailar to translate for us.

Her name is beautiful-Crystal Flower. She is from Chen Qi, Ewenki.

The master got off the horse, so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it.

We don't need Comrade Crystal Flower to translate. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same.

Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. When you say yours, I say mine, which generally means national unity and mutual assistance! Somehow, I got into the yurt.

Milk tea is poured, milk tofu is placed, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, and everyone is so affectionate and unconstrained. Soon, the hospitable host brought a large plate of mutton and milk wine.

The cadres of the commune toasted us, and the 70-year-old man toasted us. Exactly: blessings are often difficult to express, so don't forget each other when you raise your glass! We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate.

At this time, Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats and a little shy in generosity, came to sing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast.

Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile. After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances.

The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave.

Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? People's lives have changed, and everything on the grassland has also changed. Take yurts as an example. In the past, it was called a felt house, but today it is different. It is made of wood strips and straw, so that it can be cool in summer and modified in winter.

Look at these horses, both short and pithy Mongolian horses and new varieties of tall three-headed hippos. This kind of big horse is really decent. At first glance, people think of words like "Dragon and Horse Spirit" and want to ride it in Wan Li.

Cattle have also changed varieties, some of which weigh more than 1000 Jin and have breasts like small tanks. Cattle, fat grass and fragrant milk are like springs! Not grandiose.

There are both the original big-tailed sheep and the new breed of short-tailed fine-wool sheep in the flock. The former has good meat, while the latter has good hair. Yes, the prosperity of people and animals is one of the new phenomena on the grassland.

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2. Lao She's Prairie Poems

Can it be modern poetry? Beautiful grassland

The grassland is a fresh Wan Liqing.

Bai Yunfei remains calm.

Blue sky and white clouds are the only thing.

Melo melts with a smile.

The grassland is vast and flocks of sheep.

The vast sea of clouds shines brightly.

From a distance came the sound of pastoral music and the flute driving camels.

Grassland love songs are absolutely beautiful.

Green mountains, green waters and strong mountains and rivers.

The clouds are light and the sky is low.

The beach is fresh and lush.

Vast and boundless spring.

Green is a good river and mountain.

Clear water, tender grass, cattle and sheep.

Jia Xiu is inaccessible.

Despair will make you drunk.

Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is wide.

Sing love songs in front of yurts

Relaxed songs were introduced into the family.

Happy friends came over.

Cui Cao LV qu Jing wan

Cattle and sheep flock together, dyeing mountains and rivers.

White clouds are floating in the blue waves

The herdsmen are happy.

Wandering home in the dusk

Cattle and sheep gathered in a pile.

White clouds do accounts, mountains hang.

Love shows virtue on earth.

Beautiful scenery and Lin Jingxin.

White clouds are fluttering.

Grassland can have this kind of fairyland.

When can I stop thinking about swimming?

The river is clear and full of light waves.

The stream gurgled and sang softly.

Cultivate cattle and sheep into clouds

Harvest * * * Celebrate joy.

Grassland Hongfeng Aoshanchuan

Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and mountains and rivers rise.

Horses like to play on the hillside.

Niannian Happy Jubilance

3. Collect poems or articles describing grasslands.

Looking forward to adopting the ancient poem 1, the endless grass on the plain, with the four seasons coming and going, has never been exhausted by wildfire, and they are tall again in describing the spring breeze of the grassland.

2. Ancient poetry-Yuefu (Chilechuan), under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.

The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep. 3. A 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. 4. The yellow carpet quietly turns green, and the ancient plains release the autumn sound without words.

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. 6. There is no trace of the sunset, and the hills with trees are all yellow.

Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. 7. What's the deep suspicion about the feather color of Lv Qi crow and Saibei grassland? 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.

8. Saibei Prairie Poems: The words have really aroused the public's doubts, and black is even more attractive. 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.

Grassland-Lao She This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other days. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness.

Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green. The sheep went up the hill for a while and then came down. Wherever they go, they seem to be embroidered with big white flowers on the endless green carpet.

The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese painting only renders green, not dark green. Green is flowing everywhere, gently flowing into the clouds. This state is amazing and comfortable; I want to stand for a long time, but I also want to sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly.

In this state, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland. We visited Chenbaerhu Banner.

The bus traveled 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are all grasslands, and the other one hundred and fifty miles are grasslands.

Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around.

After walking a lot, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance. River! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip.

Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew behind, and a group of horses appeared on the distant hill. Men, women and children immediately put on all kinds of clothes.

The horse danced like a rainbow. This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away.

When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car. The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together.

The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts. Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars.

Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. The master got off the horse, so did we.

I don't know whose hand it is, but it is always warm and inseparable. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same.

Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. You say yours, I say mine. Generally speaking, it is national unity and mutual assistance.

Somehow, I got into the yurt. Pour milk tea, put milk tofu, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, very enthusiastic and not at home at all.

After a while, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton and milk wine. The cadres gave us a toast, and the elderly in their 70s gave us a toast.

We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate. At this time, Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats and a little shy in generosity, came to sing folk songs for the guests.

Our fellow singers also sing very fast. Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile.

After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses.

The sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings? Comments | 302011-03-0218: 58 374512708 | Level 3 Whenever I come to the beautiful Gongnaisi grassland, the clear sky is always blue and the sunrise is soft.

The rising sun is bright, clear, bright and lovely, emerging from the end of the silent grassland, spraying refreshing brilliance, stretching over the thin edge of white clouds, immersed in lavender clouds, and its gorgeous brilliance is like smelting gold. The mountains in the distance overlap and slowly reach the sky, revealing the primitive wildness in the desolation.

I have galloped, chased and searched for this grassland in the twilight several times ... It has fertile land, rich aquatic plants, colorful flowers and green fire-like forests. When it is very clear by the sun, it is as gorgeous, charming and eye-catching as a proud peacock. Sheep moving in the distance, white and silver body, facing the luminous body of the sun.

From time to time, a few Bordeaux ponies run around, alive and kicking, splashing a glistening dust under their hooves. The snow-white yurt is filled with fragrant cream fragrance, which makes people relaxed and intoxicated. There is a melodious pastoral song floating in the distance, and I am as drunk as a dream ... On this grassland where the river is as green as blue in spring, there is Tamboura Village that I want to go day and night. How many bosom friends and warmth she sent me made me unforgettable ... it was a summer in the 1990 s, and I just graduated from animal husbandry school and came to.

Once I went out to check the wintering situation of livestock in the pasture. On my way back, the weather suddenly changed. In the morning, the sky is still clear, the clouds are overwhelming, the north wind is whistling, the snow is falling and the wind is biting. Soon, the winding and narrow pasture was buried. I lost my way in the vast snowfield and gradually lost consciousness ... It was getting dark and the temperature plummeted. The landlord Ayixia old Apa (grandma) found that my dormitory door was still locked, and hurriedly called his wife: "Ashka, Ashka, Xiao Liu hasn't come back yet, will it be okay?" "How can this child go out alone?" "You say less, go and find it.

4. Beautiful sentences about grassland

1, I can't bear to step on the fat grass under my feet and drive the sheep to the grassland. How beautiful this vast grassland is, full of dazzling green; How beautiful the grassland sky is here. The blue sky is covered with several long white clouds. The white blue sky is really beautiful!

2. 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.

3. The terrain is flat and vast, with slight ups and downs in the distance. The whole earth is covered with green grass, like a thick carpet, which is particularly fresh against the blue sky.

4. Beautiful grassland Beautiful grassland scenery, melodious Ma Touqin sound, fragrant milk tea, simple and high-pitched Mongolian folk songs, warm and hospitable Mongolian compatriots ... Horses are running, herders are singing, and flowers, cows, sheep, horses and herders on the grassland form a very beautiful picture.

5, 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.

5. Ask for sentences describing grassland scenery and dreams, which are classic.

Lao She: This time, I saw the grassland.

The sky there is more lovely than other days. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless.

There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green. The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet.

The lines of those hills are so soft, just like boneless paintings, only rendered in green, not outlined with a pen. So, green is flowing everywhere, gently flowing into the clouds. This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly.

In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland. Zisai, Zisai, who said that? When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around.

After walking for a long time, I saw a winding belt in the distance, as bright as glass. River! There are many cattle and sheep, and they also see horses, and there is a faint whip.

Soon, soon to the commune. Suddenly, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain, as if a gust of wind was blowing. Men, women and children immediately put on all kinds of clothes, and horses danced like rainbows.

This is the host coming from dozens of miles away to welcome guests from afar. ②: The grassland in the night is beautiful, the melodious flute is crisp, the night wind blows the stars of Tianhe into the yurt, and the nine-day bright moon in Yin Hui is always accompanied by the night wind, always brushing green dreams. Cattle and sheep are like clouds, and the golden cup is not lifted. The night wind was drunk, singing sweet songs, riding lightly on the moon, and could not bear to return. ③: You fluctuate into a posture, and your delicate skin meets the call of life and the care of heaven in Li Teng. The geography of vast expanse allows free blood to melt into the body and clean the unrestrained soul. I feel and yearn for your self-esteem in the depressed and empty city. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs will spread in all directions, and the hope of life will devour the evil brought by those sandstorms. Bad influences the vast territory, vigorous horses, clear springs, beautiful wild flowers, swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The original state continues here, and the innocent heart thrives here. The beautiful grassland is fresh, and Bai Yunfei, Wan Liqing is still calm, with blue sky and white clouds. Only here can Lu Mei melt the vast grassland with a smile. Endless sea of clouds, colorful photos, shepherds, camels, flutes, distant grassland love songs, beautiful scenery, green mountains and green waters, thick grass and light clouds, beautiful beaches, crisp and lush, vast and vast spring, full of green, good rivers, good mountains, clear water, tender grass, tender cattle and sheep, happy and beautiful scenery, lonely and narcissistic immortals, Wan Li. Happy friends laugh and laugh, crisp grass dyes mountains and rivers and white clouds float in blue waves, herders are boundless in joy, herders return to cattle and sheep to gather a pile of white clouds to settle accounts, mountains and rivers hang on the earth to show their love, beautiful scenery, and Lin Jingxin's white clouds are fluttering to death. When will the grassland have such a fairyland? When can I walk without thinking about patrolling the river, make a clear wave, sing a light song, and cultivate cattle and sheep into a cloud harvest * * * Qingqi happy grassland Hongfeng proud mountains and rivers start to cloud horses, and horses play happily on the mountainside. Happy every year. 5 Poem: 1 Chilechuan, a folk song of the Northern Dynasty, is at the foot of a shady mountain, with a sky like a vault and a cage covering four fields.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and the ancient plain has no words to sound autumn.

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. When the sunset disappears, the mountains and trees are all yellow.

Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. Dream ~ ~ ~ ~ ① Fill the sky with ideal words! Splash ink, let the sea render the color of dreams! The blue planet is still spinning around the world, whether it is barren or rich in cold and warm climate. People need many ordinary luxuries. The nearest distance is a firm hand. The winding river flows through the desert and becomes an oasis, which also takes away all the bitterness and hardships. In everyone's heart, there is a prosperous universe burning with endless heat to dispel the cold current. I have a dream that the world is a harmonious village and everything grows in mutual care. The dream of angels wandering around the world is. Their wings meet the light of love, and they can keep flying to string together the lens of life. Seeing through the scenery all the way, every heart is waiting for that crystal clear feeling. I have a dream of traveling hand in hand. I believe that miracles are blooming in the corner in front of me, and life is rich and long. How many storms have forgotten that dreams have come true? It is in your hands, my eyes are the brightest fire, and my heart is the brightest moving. I have a dream that the world is a harmonious village and everything grows in mutual care. Angels roam the earth. The dream is that their wings meet the light of love and they can fly. I have a dream that in a harmonious village, everything grows in mutual care. Angels roam the earth. The dream is that their wings meet the light of love and they can fly. I have a dream that the flowers of happiness are in full bloom, and I believe that a miracle is just around the corner. Life is rich and long. Xiao Fengshuang forgot that his dream came true. I have a dream world in your palm. Everything in the harmonious village is concerned about each other. Angels roam the earth. Dreams are their wings. When they meet the light of love, they can fly. I have a dream. I believe that the miracle is in full bloom in front of the corner. Life is rich and long. How many storms have forgotten that dreams come true? I have a dream in your palm. Dreams give reality wings and take us everywhere we want to go.

It is precisely because of dreams that there is a direction for progress. I have a dream. It falls gently on my forehead, and I clearly feel its softness and coolness.

It floated gently again, took my hand and said, come with me to the nearest place to the sun. So, I'm here, I'm here for you, my Tibet.

I know your four seasons dance with snow. In the cold winter, after a heavy snow, you can see a silvery white world.

At the moment when the heavy snow came, the faint snow was mixed with the goatherd's anxious and desperate spur and the barking of the Tibetan mastiff. I know that your people's worship of heaven has nothing to do with.

6. Good words and sentences describing grassland

1. The ice and snow have just melted, and the grass is like a group of lively and lovely children, playfully sticking out its little green head from the embrace of mother earth, so thin and petite, but not afraid of the cold, dancing happily against the spring breeze.

2. The grass wakes up from a deep sleep, and they break through the ground and spread out the green leaves.

3. Mimosa germinates and grows seedlings. Miao Miao is delicate and swaying in the wind, like a little girl who just learned to walk.

In summer, wormwood has lost the waist of adults and the top of my head. The yellow dog went in and couldn't even see a shadow.

The cold wind invited the terrible winter, and the grass's body was shrunk by the cold wind, but its roots, like earthworms, went deep into the soil.

6. The wind roared and the rain was like a knife. The grass never bowed its head to the storm and faced it indomitable.

7. In autumn, the weeds turn yellow gradually by the wind, and the grassland becomes a golden ocean.

8. Grass adds vitality and new brilliance to spring. Whether on barren land, on mountains or in crevices, you can see its green figure.

9. The sand dunes are covered with dense thatch. It's already early autumn, and the grass has lost its edge and started to wither, cold and yellow, becoming softer and weaker in the wind.

10. In spring, the grass stands out from its yellow mother. It is light green, short and thin, like a few short green silk threads, as if fragile enough to blow down in one breath.

1 1. "But how much love does this inch-long grass have? It has won three rays of spring." People praise grass because it is rooted in the earth and adds color to the earth.

12. The lush green grass, with the continuous ups and downs of the terrain, reaches the sky, like a thick carpet on the ground.

13. The colors of the grass are rich and colorful, and they are connected one by one, which is more vivid, natural and harmonious than the carpets woven by skillful hands.

14. The grass is also swaying under the breeze, as if singing and dancing with the morning breeze.

15. "The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " People praise grass because it has tenacious vitality.

16. Grass weaves its own green carpet.

17. Grass has quietly turned green all over Shan Ye, weaving spring clothes for my hometown.

18. In front of gorgeous flowers, the grass looks monotonous, and at the foot of towering trees, the grass looks weak. However, although hurricanes can uproot trees and smash flowers, they can't help the grass rooted in the earth.