Poems describing grasslands in Inner Mongolia
From the Yuan Dynasty poet Sadulla's Going to Beijing is a Thing.
Original poem
Going to Beijing is one thing.
Sheep and sheep are walking in the sunset, and the air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and the sweetness of cheese.
Suddenly there was a big storm, and the dust was like snow. Everyone put down their tents' blankets.
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Cattle and sheep are walking in the sunset, and the air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and the sweetness of cheese. Suddenly, the wind blew hard and dust came like snow. Everyone put down the tent felt.
2. The sky is gray and wild. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
From the poetry collection of Yuefu in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Chile Song
Original poem
Song of Chile
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. 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.
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The vast plain of Chile, just under the mountains thousands of miles away, is like a dome tent in the sky, boundless and covered with Yuan Ye in all directions. The sky is gray and wild. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. ?
3. Bow is both one sentence and four sentences.
Walking Reed, an anonymous poem in the pre-Qin period.
original text
Walking on reeds
Don't walk like a reed, but don't walk like a sheep. Square bud cube, secondary leaf mud. Brothers and sisters, don't go far. Or a feast, or several. Hold a banquet and give out some awards. Give or chop, wash and drink. Recommend it to me, or burn it or bake it. Jia Yao's spleen cavity, or singing or hissing. Gong Jian, four strokes, neat arrows, and wise order. Bow is a word with four shackles. Four is like a tree, and it is not humiliating. Great-grandson is the main one, and wine is heavy, so you can fight to pray for yellow rice wine. The back of the platform is yellow to guide the wings. Handcuffs, introduce Jingfu.
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Don't let cattle and sheep trample on the reeds. Reed has begun to take shape, and Ye Er is wet and glorious. Brother and sister are closest, don't alienate, be friendly. Spread a bamboo mat for guests and put it on the coffee table. Spread the seats, open the seats, and serve them in turn. The host and guests enthusiastically rewarded * * * with drinking, washing cups and raising glasses. Send the meat sauce for someone to taste. The barbecue tastes good. Cows' stomachs and tongues also cook food, and singing and drumming make people laugh.
The carved bow is full of power, and the four sharp arrows meet the standards; When an arrow hits the bull's-eye, it scores in shooting skills. Carved bows are tight, sharp arrows are held in four hands. Four arrows stand upright on the target, and the seating arrangement is not slow or light. The host of the banquet is Xuansun, who provides delicious wine. Fill the cup and offer it, and pray for a happy old man. The posture of the dragon bell is staggering. Help him to help his waiter. Longevity and good luck are people's blessings. Please ask God to give you great blessings.
4, there are water plants, cattle and sheep are full of wild bees.
Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia by Cai Wenji in Han Dynasty.
Excerpts from the original text
Hu Jia Shi ba pai
As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, the sheep and horses are moved, and the seven beats are hateful.
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At dusk, the north wind whistled all over the country, and I didn't know who to talk to! The scene in vilen is a depression, and fortifications have been set up everywhere in Wan Li. Xiongnu customs like young people advocating strength, old and weak. Where there are abundant aquatic plants, they will be stationed and settled, and cattle and sheep will be everywhere, gathering together like ant nests and beehives. When you have finished drinking all the water and eating all the fat grass, you will regret singing here all the time.
5. Changhuai looks broken and flat.
From the Song Dynasty poet, Liu Tou aria.
Original poem
Liuzhouge Investment Wang Huai Section
Looking at the long Huaihe River, the traffic is surging, and there is a Ma Pingchuan. The dust is dark, the frost is thick and the sound is quiet. The dark needle solidifies. Looking back, it took almost a few days, not manpower, and singing was awkward. Waterproof felt country, under the setting sun, cattle and sheep flock together, and the area is vertical and horizontal. Watch the famous hunting of Wang Xiao and ride a fire to make it clear. The drums wailed. Shocking. ?
Read the arrow at the waist, the sword in the box, the empty cockroach. Time is easy to lose, but when you are strong inside, your age will be zero. The mysterious Beijing God. Dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet and quiet, died. If the crown is covered, it will be rushed. If it is love. It is said that the old friends in the Central Plains always look south and are beautiful in jade. Make pedestrians here, loyal and angry. There are tears.
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The bank of Huaihe River, which stands tall and upright, is endless, covered with weeds, and it is a flat and wide wasteland. The dust of the Northern Expedition was dark, the cold autumn wind was cold, and there was silence on the frontier. I stared at it and felt gloomy. Thinking of the fall of the Central Plains in those years, I am afraid it is fate, which cannot be reversed by manpower. On the edge of Zhushui and Surabaya, where Confucius' disciples studied, and in the land of ritual and music where string songs are handed over to Qin, it has also become a land of pure fish. Across the river is the enemy's felt tent. At dusk, cattle and sheep return to the circle, and enemy outposts are arranged vertically and horizontally.
Seeing that the nomads from the army will go hunting at night, the cavalry lit up the whole Pingchuan with torches, and the drums of the Hu family sounded tragic and chilling. I think the bow and arrow on my waist and the sword in the box have been eaten by insects, eroded by dust and polluted, so I can't make great achievements. Opportunities are easy to lose, the strong are in high spirits and will be disabled at dusk. The hope of regaining Bianjing is even more slim. The imperial court is conducting rites and music to soften Jingyuan, the border is quiet, and the enemy and I will not fight for the time being. It's a shame that the envoys in the crown are running around.
Legend has it that the elders left behind in the Central Plains often look forward to the ceremonial ceremonies of the court and the emperor, and the colorful flags of the Cuigai motorcade cover the sky, which makes pedestrians come here, full of loyalty, anger and tears pouring down their chests.