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Poems about Zalantun
1. Is Lao She's Zalantun an ancient poem or a modern poem? Lao She's Summer in Zhalantun is a modern poem, as follows:

Summer in Zalantun

Lao She

The southern foot of Xing 'an Mountains is warm and cool.

Zalantun, the pearls on the plug are unparalleled in beauty.

Look at the green hills around.

Liu Qianxing from Cui Bin, Yarlung Zangbo River.

How quiet and beautiful Zalantun is.

Green cities are connected with green villages.

The dignity of oak, the beauty of birch.

The breeze blew the fragrance of flowers.

Cattle and sheep flock on the slope by the stream.

Endless fields of corn and sorghum.

Workers come to recuperate.

Yuankelai Sifang

Overlooking the light songs on the pavilion,

Play the flute and paddle on the blue waves.

The great motherland is good everywhere.

Saibei also has this heaven.

How charming the spring in Suzhou and Hangzhou is.

Zalantun in summer is so beautiful.

2. When you see the beauty of Zalantun, which poem will you think of-Zalantun on the Yarlung Zangbo River in Ye Jianying, several schools of Qingshui Village.

The iron cable hangs a new waterfall, and the suspension bridge remembers the Long March. Fu Zalantun Hu Zhaoheng is the most charming place in Inner Mongolia, Zalantun on the Yarlung Zangbo River; The swaying suspension bridge reflects the clear lake, and the surrounding mountains are hidden in the oak forest; Look for Xia Meng in the shade, and send autumn clouds in the red leaves; Everyone says Jiangnan is good, just because it has never been there.

Creation background: Hu used to be the party secretary of Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region, and inspected this poem in Zalantun in 196 1. 1986, Hu informed to revise the original poem, indicating that future employment would be based on this, and sent the ink to the Zhalantun Municipal Cultural Bureau.

Ye Shengtao (picking two mulberries) (1) Zalantun loves boundless green, elms and willows stand upright, and the static shadow of Qingxi is upside down. In August, the border town blows catkins, the shadows move lightly, and the ripples fall, mistaking it for April in Jiangnan.

(2) The Range Rover in the mountain pavilion is spacious, the Yarlung Zangbo River is wide, and the island is surrounded by jagged rocks, which are enigmatically surrounded by thousands of trees. A few whistles roared by, and the track was winding and lined up, all of which were good materials for Baoshan.