1. Poems about Gannan

Poems about Gannan 1. Asking for acrostic poems about the beautiful Gannan grassland

Beautiful spring poems praising the beauty

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The beauty of beauty dominates the south of the Yangtze River

The same words and virtues

A sweet life in the green mountains and a bright moon

Looking at the southern country creates distant thoughts

The spring breeze blew in the thatched cottage last night

Just like a gentleman passing by

The beauty looks at the southwest sky

The beautiful view of the new jade tower

See the pine window and the bead tree guest

Gan Gong and the green mountains are relatively beautiful

The young people from the southern country admire the precious ones

The grass and trees are careless and the world is idle

The original song is elegant and elegant after Zhou Nan

Beauty sings a cappella in the red building

I have never visited the hometown of Li surnamed

I know how good silkworms are in the fields during the new year

Gantang flowers warm the phoenix at the head of the pond

Who is the prince of Yungui in the South

The grass grows long and the water is far away

Original song Jiang Han Meizong Zhou

Enjoy the beautiful scenery and the good time together

See the colors in the beautiful sunlight

The bright light of the golden palace is cold

The sweet spring makes you enjoy the hills and valleys

Half of the spring in the southern country has returned

Who can tell the difference between the vast grass and trees

I saw the poet Lu of the Tang Dynasty

Beauty and vanilla are so dependent on each other

Beautiful Qiao surges over the green sky

The people look up to them like their parents

Sweet words and good words explain people's emotions

The spring scenery of Nanmo is far away with fragrant trees

The cursive script is unique and unique

The green grass in the original mausoleum is luxuriant

The beauty makes water in the flower pond

The cloud roots of the beautiful grass are faintly fragrant

What happened was that the Chang Geng star appeared in the world

How did Gan Yu meet his old friend

The southern people recommended Axiu

The color of the thatched cottage symbolizes personal kindness

Original words: Hold the soil and cultivate it

Beautiful people, beautiful people, cute smiles

Beautiful life and career, the article uses kung fu in the right way

The sweet sun has moved three feet away

The beauty of the southern country is named Yu'er

The nameless grass and trees lend their luster

Every family in the wilderness grows buckwheat

Beauty and wine meet each other

Beauty opens a copper shop in the moonlight

The road to knowledge is full of opportunities

Willing to pick up Wei Fu

The love of the South is not far away

The grass and trees nourish the deep and produce pearls

The original love is like sitting alone in the valley

The beauties are clearly silver and autumn

Lichen heard that it was very rewarding

The Gu Fang Bing's spirit

Ganze is full of wheat and wheat with time

The willows in the South Tower are full of emotions

The grass roots grow and the water communicates

The original man holds this head in the sky

Enjoy the beautiful scenery and auspicious days

The beautiful woman is pitiful

The letter from Zhimei passed to the East Pavilion

The sweet frost and snow are as sweet as cane

The colorful spirit of the southern country

The grass and the water are not green yet

Yuan Liang was a guest of Lianshe

2. Do you have any poems by Niannujiao Gannan?

Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia

Author: Su Shi

Original text: The great river goes eastward, the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time. I think back to Gong Jin's time when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars (for strong prisoners) were turned into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.

Nian Nujiao·Depressed Courtyard

Author: Li Qingzhao

Original text: Depressed Courtyard, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.

Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather.

Poems with dangerous rhymes are made. Holding one's head up to sober up, it is not a leisurely feeling.

Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries.

It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.

Being refreshed by the cold incense and awakening your dreams, don’t worry about others.

The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing!

The sun is high and the smoke is gathering, but it is not clear that it will be sunny today.

Nian Nujiao·A Popular Story

Author: Jiang Kui

Original text: Yu Ke Wuling, Hubei's constitutional rule. The ancient city is full of wild water and towering trees. I and two or three friends were boating during the day, drinking mint flowers, and the image was peaceful and leisurely, not like a human environment. The autumn water has dried up, and the lotus leaves are out of the ground. Because they sit under them, the sun cannot be seen above. The breeze comes slowly, and the green clouds move automatically. It is also a pleasure to catch a glimpse of tourists painting boats in a sparse place. Uncover Wuxing 5, and count Xiangyang among the lotus flowers. The West Lake is also full of scenery at night, and the scenery is amazing. So I wrote this sentence.

I remember that when I came here, I was a couple with a mandarin duck. Thirty-six people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind clothes. The green leaves blow cool, the jade face eliminates the wine, and the wild rice rain sprinkles. It shakes beautifully, and the cold fragrance flies up to the poem. At dusk, the pavilions are covered with green roofs. My lover is gone, struggling to endure the waves. I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes are cold and easy to fall off, and I'm worried about the west wind in Nanpu. The tall willow trees are shaded, and the old fish is blowing the waves, leaving me to live among the flowers. How many fields are there, how many times do we return home from the sand?

Nian Nujiao·Dongting Green Grass

Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang

Original text: Dongting Green Grass, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, has no wind at all. In the Jade Realm (one word is "Jian"), there are thirty thousand hectares of Qiongtian, one leaf of which is on my boat. The moon is shining brightly, and the bright river is shining brightly, making it clear both inside and outside. It's so pleasant to understand, but it's hard to tell you the beauty of it.

It should be remembered that the mountains and seas have passed through the years, and the lonely light shines on oneself, and the liver and gallbladder are all ice and snow. The short hair is fluttery, the sleeves are cold, and the waves are steady and wide. Stroll the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou carefully, and treat everything as a guest. The boat is whistling alone, I don’t know what night it is.

3. Asking for acrostic poems about the beautiful Gannan grasslands

Beauty’s spring poem praises the beauty and beauty of the south of the Yangtze River. Looking far away, thinking about the thatched cottage. The spring breeze started last night, just like a gentleman passing by. The beautiful woman looks into the southwest, the beautiful sky, a new jade tower, the pine window, the pearl tree, the guest Gan Gong, the green mountain, facing the Yannan country. The young man admires the precious grass and trees. Unintentionally, the heaven and earth are leisurely. The original song is elegant, following Zhou Nan, the beauty. A cappella singing of the red building with the surname of Li, which has never been to the countryside. The new year is full of silkworms, the cantal flowers are warm, and the phoenixes are warm. Who is the southern country in Yunnan and Guizhou? The grass grows and the water is far away. The original song is Jianghan, Meizong, Zhou, the beautiful scenery, the good time, the beautiful scenery, the beauty of the sun, the colors seen in the sun. The bright lights, the golden palace, the cold sweet springs make you happy, the hills and valleys of the southern country, half of the spring light returns to the vast grass and trees. Who can discern it? The poet of the Tang Dynasty, the beauty, the fragrant flowers, are so dependent on each other. Spring scenery, fragrant trees, distant cursive calligraphy, unique Huaisuqi, the original tomb, the green grass is luxuriant, the beauty is soaking in the water, the flower pond, the beautiful grass, the cloud roots, the fragrance is secretly picked up, the Chang Geng star is in the present world, how the sweet rain meets the deceased, the people of the South recommend Axiu Thatched Cottage, the color brings kindness and private plains The words hold the earth and cultivate the beauty, the beauty smiles, the cuteness, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the moon shines. There are many opportunities to know the world in the copper shop. I am willing to take the sun to pick Weifu. The favor of the southern country is not far away. The grass and trees are nourishing and the pearls are born. The original love is when I sit in the valley, the solitary beauty is clear. Qiu Lichen of Han Dynasty heard that the very harvest of Gu Fang Bing is sweet and refreshing. At the peak of the season, the willows in the south building of Mailin are full of emotions. The grass roots grow and they meet the water. They communicate with each other. The original man holds the beautiful scenery in the sky and enjoys it together on auspicious days. Yuan Liang was once a guest of Lianshe.

4. Poems about praising the prairie

1. "Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Let's see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood.

The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons will never return. 2. "Woyi Alley" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. There are wild flowers and wild flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. 3. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fu De" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When the grass grows in the original field, it will wither and flourish every year.

Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.

I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell.

4. "Chile Song" The unknown north and south are the Chile River, at the foot of the Yin Mountain.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.

5. "Early Spring Rain" Tang Hanyu The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

6. "The Beginning of Spring" by Zhang Shi of the Song Dynasty: There will be less frost at the end of the year, and spring will come to the world. Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water green.

7. "West Stream of Chuzhou" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty. There is only pity for the grass growing beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

8. "Beishan" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty. Beishan loses green and rises across the pond, and the straight cut returns to the pond. I count the fallen flowers carefully because I have been sitting for a long time, and I am slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late.

9. "Out of the Fortress" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Outside the city of Juyan, he was hunting prodigies, and the white grass was burning all over the sky. When the dusk clouds are empty and the moraine is clear, you can drive your horses. In autumn, it is easy to hide the eagles on the plains.

Protecting the Qiang colonel and riding the obstacles, he defeated the general who crossed the Liao Dynasty at night. A jade target, a horn, a bow and a bead are used to rein in the horse, and the Han family will give him snow and prostitute Yao.

10. "Spring Outing in Fengle Pavilion" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty. The sun is setting on the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green. Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, step on fallen flowers when they come and go in front of the pavilion.

11. "Send to Liu Jia" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty. The grass in the river is green and the sound of water flowing around the house is like being at home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.

12. "Traveling Upward from the Fortress" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty. When the west wind comes, the sinews and horns are strong, bearing the dew of herding horses and the cold water and grass. Unfortunately, all the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.

5. What are the words to describe the "beautiful scenery of Gannan"

Water and sky are one color [ shuǐ tiān yī sè ] The light of the water and the color of the sky are blurred.

Describes the vast scene where water and sky meet. Lush and lush [yù yù cōng cōng] describes the lush green vegetation.

It also describes the momentum as beautiful and vigorous. Green mountains and green waters [qīng shān lǜ shuǐ] generally refers to beautiful mountains and rivers.

山青水秀 [shān qīng shuǐ xiù] 湖光山色 [hú guāng shān sè]: the scenery of the lake, the scenery of the mountains. It means there are water, mountains and beautiful scenery.

The mountains and rivers are as beautiful as picturesque paintings [jiāng shān rú huà]. Describe natural scenery as beautiful as a picture.

春热花开 [ chūn nuǎn huā kāi ]: The weather in spring is warm, flowers are in full bloom, and the scenery is beautiful. It is a metaphor for a great opportunity for sightseeing and viewing.

春雨continuous [chūn yǔ mián mián] means the light rain in spring falls on the ground in a thin and dense manner. But not big, not pouring, but continuous and continuous.

peach blossoms and willow branches are bright red and willow branches are green. Describes the spring scenery with flourishing flowers and trees and bright colors.

Baihua Zhengyan [ bǎi huā zhēng yàn ]: Various flowers, plants and trees compete to bloom gorgeous flowers.

6. Songs praising the Gannan Prairie

"Beautiful Gannan Prairie" "Love of One River and Three Rivers"---------------- ----------------------------------My hometown is Gannan 1. Living in Gannan A long road leads to the eternal life of Gannan The wind and snow fill my warm hometown. A bonfire in Gannan lights up the loneliness of a horse. It is your heart-wrenching poverty that dares not face the black earth. My younger brother sits guarding the village where the eagle flies on horseback. Fire breaks out every year. Under the setting sun, the sky is wide and desolate. A tree is bent by the strong wind. The ground is covered with mulberry trees. It blooms in my empty Gannan heart. A pathfinding light. Cattle and sheep walking on the prairie in the dark night. Cover your eyes. The white moonlight 2. Can I get rid of poverty when I leave Gannan and leave my hometown? Gannan, looking into the distance at my hometown where poverty and suffering have torn apart my bleeding wishes every night. The girl I love, Dolma, clenches her braided jade wrist and is as skinny as firewood against the blue sky. The white clouds are the yearning for freedom. The tears in the corners of your eyes will wet the dawn of your back. You can't give up anything on such days. Even if she is so poor that only sincere wine songs and trembling songs are left. I have been away from home for thousands of years, but the hot blood has been completely cooled by cities one after another. My pure soul will always grow green in the cracks of cement. I have moved again and again to my poor hometown. Who puts on you a piece of clothing to keep out the cold time and time again in the distant city. 3. Return to Gannan along the familiar old road Stepping into my hometown and walking along a barren road into my longing for happiness. In Gannan, under the mountains where snow lotus blooms. In your arms tonight, I will play my beloved string again and sing with tears. It’s not just blood that wells up in my chest. I embrace poverty with my spirituality. The hometown of Gannan reminds me of the sage Tsangyang Gyatso, who composed the ballads, and asked you to write for your kind subjects. I hope I can’t bring you luxury and prosperity to Gannan. The loneliness day and night is enough for me for a lifetime. Watching the heavy snow falling into the tent. The horse running across the grassland like lightning is the most powerful reminder of life. The lifelong vows dispel the desolation of winter from the deepest part of the grassland ----------------- --------------------------The snow falls in Gannan's autumn. The snow falls in autumn. The snow falls in my father's autumn. Rows of highland barley fall to the ground. These are far away from the city. Very far away, the snow falls in autumn, the snow falls in mother's autumn, a puff of smoke rises again, the homesickness is still far away, the snow falls in autumn, the snow falls in the autumn of love, those dry moods become moist again, these are far away from me, the snow falls in autumn, snow falls. In the autumn that falls in Gannan, all the footprints of those who have traveled far away have been blurred, but they are still far away from the sky-------------------------------- -------The conversation above the snow line cannot truly understand the profound meaning of the One Hundred Thousand Buddhas. The power of the one hundred thousand Buddhas roaring together at night when the Bodhi tree rustles in the wind cannot truly understand the power of the Sixth Dalai Lama above the snow line. It is impossible to truly understand the wonderful life that the lama expressed with his beautiful poems. The sage Tsangyang Gyatso sang a beautiful love song and fled quietly by the Qinghai Lake. But I at least believed that there were no clouds over the snowy area that day. I at least believed that there were no clouds in Qinghai that day. There is indeed a very happy shepherd by the lake, drinking a bowl of highland barley wine with a real singer above the snow line in the blue sky. However, the hundred males can no longer be seen on the streets of Xining in the 21st century. The drooping testicles of the yak and the stamps of running hoofs on the streets of Xining in the 21st century. The poet Changyao has passed away. His final poem of falling from a tall building is enough to make all true singers completely gone. So, today in Kumbum Monastery On the shores of Qinghai Lake and above the snow line, who can act as a real watcher and talk silently like the wind in an unchanging posture---------------------- --------------------In autumn, is the stockade where the eagle flies to my hometown still safe? Has the thick stone fallen on the backwater road paved with stones? Has the foal grown up when Frost went out?

Has the expression on my face when I left the house become the day when the highland barley, the most abundant food in the prairie, is put on the shelves? The bowl of milk tea should be hot, right? The girl who came to the city from the snowy mountains should have that ever-bright smile on your face. Stretching out in the four directions of the four seasons, some way from my hometown in autumn, a result spreads in unexpected places. And I really can't touch my hometown. Just like the ribs that are broken in my chest, I feel every moment when I bend down. Feel the heart-wrenching pain-----------------------------------------2 URLs It’s all there.

7. Poems about the grassland.

1. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.

2. When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the dew, herding horses, water and grass are cold. Unfortunately, all the nine meanders of the Yellow River have been exhausted, and the yurt hall is in prison without a shadow.

3. The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.

4. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return.

5. March is blue and green, the twelfth month is yellow, and the boundless grass is bathed in autumn light. In the pastoral songs, the eagle cries, and the wind blows and the lush greenery appears, including cattle and sheep.

6. The sun is setting among the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endlessly green. Visitors, regardless of whether they are old or young, step on fallen flowers when they come and go in front of the pavilion.

7. A boundless horse is flying, and a young man is singing a pastoral song. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire sparks lit up the evening sun.

8. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The loud music and songs go with the wind, and I know how high the mountain is.

9. The blue sky is getting higher and higher day by day, and the jade dragon is winding and enchanting. The boundless greenery is surrounded by sheep grazing, and a horse flies singing to drunken the night.

10. The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and the ancient plains are speechless to express the sound of autumn. Horse hooves trample the sunset to pieces, lying down singing Aobao to wait for the moon to shine.

11. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the shadows of mountains and trees are all dyed yellow. Don't forget that the old cow has returned and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.

12. Xixiu is burning red with hundreds of feet of clouds, and the crows are flying home in a hurry. The plains are gradually becoming misty, and the grassy fields are hurriedly gauzy.

13. If you say something real, it will arouse public suspicion, and wearing black will only attract slander. He predicts good fortune and misfortune and repays diligently, but he is wronged by wisdom and foolishness.

Holding meat in your mouth and singing will make you a laughing stock; throwing stones and drinking water will make you a good legend. It is up to him to express praise and blame, but the branches still speak freely.

14. Why is the feather color so deep? True words and false accusations turn out to be false accusations! Depending on each other, blessings and misfortunes will follow you, and there will be no undue disasters or misfortunes. The noisy crows in the trees have no last song, () the crows crow and the moon falls, there are more than a few chapters.

It is difficult to determine whether one is simple and elegant, but a great wise man is as wise as a fool. 15. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. 16. Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows and you can see cattle and sheep.

17. There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

18. The grass in Lili Plain dries up and grows every year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. 19. When the year comes, there will be less frost, and spring will come to the world.

Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and green. 20. The grass grows brighter every year.

Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.