Verses praising Hami

1. Poems about Hami

Poems about Hami 1. Poems describing Xinjiang

Xinjiang Flash Tour Chapter of Chinese Map Poetry---Xinjiang is a Good Place (Xinjiang Chapter) Poetry/Guiguzi I stand on Tomur Peak①, traveling north and south of the Tianshan Mountains with a pious heart. The majestic Kunlun Mountains next to me are everlasting.

Far away in the horizon, yet so close in front of me. I embrace the magnificence of your mountains and rivers, and I overlook the endless waves of the desert and the boundless sea.

Qian Mo’s thoughts are too far away, and the eternal fragrant concubine ignites the memory of national harmony.

The sweetness of the cut cake also spreads out from Kashgar in the west. The Tarim River lies quietly in the arms of the Aksu people, proudly thinking about the brightness of Kucha culture②. The brothers and sisters in Hotan wore Adelais③, sang and danced on the carpet covered with fine spirits, and praised the ideals of Hotan people with Guniya④ civilization.

The Flame Mountain is on fire, the grape ditch is green, and the grapes in Turpan are ripe. A bird's-eye view of the ancient city of Gaochang⑤ in the distance, with its meandering history and thousand-year-old karez flowing through it, makes you feel refreshed.

Approaching Hami, the past of the ancient city of Ravchok ⑥ is revealed, and Maixi Laifu ⑦ performs the fruity fragrance in the melon fields of Hami. The Daur brothers and sisters in Tacheng danced the Belebe dance⑧ to celebrate the traditional Woqibai Festival⑨.

Kanas is peaceful, and the Irtysh River lovingly touches the green and blue of Altay, spreading the purity of heaven and earth. The Gobi Desert is beautiful, the regional songs are sung, the cheerful Eric Lake is relaxing, and the rich black oil mountains are spreading all over the border with the rumbling laughter of Karamay.

The annual cycle is busy, the ancient city of Changji needs historical traces, new faces are prosperous, and the Great Buddha Temple is always blessing the six o'clock auspiciousness. The eagle is flying around, Bayinbuluk? At this moment, the angle is graceful, and the nature-like prairie is waiting for the eagle to fight and fly, soaring over the vast Bosten Lake, soaring over the miraculous Lop Nur, or landing on the boxwood by the Tarim River.

The wind in the distant Taklimakan is warm and loud. It kisses Populus euphratica and makes a chirping sound. Its passion continues the vicissitudes and glory of the ancient country of Loulan. The mountains are towering, but my state is vast, and the land of the Pamir Plateau is galloping forward. The sisters and brothers of Kizilsu Kirgiz sing "Manas", weaving the same desire to cultivate my hometown and make the motherland prosperous.

Over the mountains and across the slopes, we came to the long-awaited lavender land, the charming Fruit Valley? Ah, the scenery is truly unforgettable, the dazzling clouds in the sky, the gorgeous Nalati on the ground?, The charm of Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall shines in every inch of Yili. Here it is, here it is, a tranquil blue water surface, blue sapphire, blue blue lake water, like a tear of joy from the Queen Mother of Tianshan Mountain, the abundant years have allowed Sailimu Lake to prove itself.

Remember the eighth floor? I really want to take the No. 2 bus to visit the market in Erdaoqiao, try hand-made rice, roasted whole lamb and crispy naan. When I arrive at the hometown of singing and dancing, I also want to listen to folk songs and dance folk dances, and then see Urumqi. The stunning Hongshan Mountain outside and the Tianchi where the Queen Mother bathes. The Silk Road stretches on and on, and the joyful ancient road has new faces. In ancient times, iron horses raced on it, but now it is full of birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The Gobi desert leads to the highway, and the highway connects all directions. The snow-capped mountains, grasslands, good horses, and sheep are just a beautiful and gorgeous Chinese painting, which is enjoyed and engraved by ***. Xinjiang! Xinjiang, Yakexi, Yakexi, Xinjiang. Xinjiang is a good place with beautiful mountains, rivers and beautiful scenery.

2. Poems describing Xinjiang

1. Tianshan Snow Song to Send Xiao Zhi Back to Beijing

Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen

Tianshan Snow The clouds are often closed, and the snow on thousands of peaks and ridges is Cuiwei.

The north wind blew at Chitingkou at night, and the snow in Tianshan became thicker overnight.

Able to take advantage of the Han moon to shine on the Silver Mountain, and to chase Hu Feng through the iron pass again.

There are no birds flying around Jiaohe City, and horseshoes slip on Luntai Road.

The dark mist and cold atmosphere are thickening thousands of miles away, and the shadowy cliffs are thousands of feet thick.

The general's fox fur is not warm when he lies down, and the guard's sword is about to break due to the cold.

It is just when the snow falls in the Tianshan Mountains that I send you back to the capital.

How can I say goodbye to you in the snow? There are only green pine branches.

Translation

The clouds and snow on the Tianshan Mountains never bloom all year round, and the majestic mountains and ridges are covered with snow.

The north wind blew through the Chiting intersection at night, and the snow in Tianshan became thicker overnight.

The snow and moonlight reflected the silver mountains, and the snowflakes followed the north wind and flew across the Iron Pass.

The birds near Jiaohe City have long been cut off, and it is difficult for war horses to cross the Luntai Road.

Cold clouds dimly condense into the sky thousands of miles away, and the cliffs are steep and hung with thousands of feet of solid ice.

The general's leather robe was not warm after lying for a long time, and the guard's sword was so cold that it looked like it was about to break.

It was snowing heavily in the Tianshan Mountains, so I bid farewell to my friends and returned to the capital.

How can I express my feelings in the ice and snow? I can only give you green pine and cypress branches!

2. Joining the army in the Northern Expedition

Tang Dynasty: Li Yi

After the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, the sea was windy and cold, and the horizontal flute was blowing, making it difficult to travel.

Three hundred thousand people were recruited in Qili, and I looked back at the middle of the month.

Translation

It snowed heavily in the Tianshan Mountains, and the wind blowing from Qinghai Lake made it even colder. During the march, the soldiers played the flute song "The Journey Is Difficult."

Hearing this sad farewell song, the three hundred thousand soldiers stationed at the border all raised their heads and looked at the rising moon.

3. Alone and missing

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Whose son is the white horse? Huanglong frontier fortress.

There is three feet of snow in the Tianshan Mountains, how can it be when traveling far away.

Spring hydrilla suddenly autumn grass, partridge crows in the west pond.

The wind rustles the cold brown trees, and the moon enters the frosty boudoir.

Reminiscing about the year when I parted ways with you, I planted peaches as high as the eyebrows of a moth.

The peaches are now more than a hundred feet tall, and the flowers have fallen into dead branches.

Finally, I can’t see you alone, and I know that I am empty of tears.

Translation

The young man riding gracefully on the white horse is a young man from whose family, he is a conqueror who has made meritorious service in the Longcheng frontier garrison. It's freezing cold today in Tianshan Mountains, and the snow is three feet thick. How can this be a good time for a long trip? The cymbidium orchids in spring suddenly withered and turned into autumn grass, and the beauty in the boudoir has also reached her twilight years. In this lonely late autumn, the sound of squeaking shuttles came from the Quchi. It was the sound of the wind blowing the cold shuttle, and the moon was accompanied by clear frost, which further revealed the infinite sadness of a woman living deep in her boudoir in autumn. She still remembers the year she separated from her husband, the peach tree planted in front of her door was as tall as her eyebrows. Now the peach tree is more than a hundred feet tall. After decades of flowers blooming and falling, many branches have withered. She never saw her husband return, and only sad tears flowed in vain.

4. One of the six poems under the plug

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

In May, there is snow in the mountains, no flowers, only cold.

I heard the broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Fight with the golden drum at dawn, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night.

I am willing to put my sword down from my waist and kill Loulan directly.

Translation

In May, the Tianshan Mountains were still covered with snow. There was only a biting cold air and no flowers or plants could be seen at all.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute song "Breaking Willows", but spring has never been seen in reality.

During the day, the soldiers fought desperate battles with the enemy amidst the sound of golden drums, but at night they slept with their saddles in their arms.

I hope that the sword hanging on my waist can pacify the border as soon as possible and serve the country well.

5. Qi Zhongzuo

Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen

Walking to the west, I want to reach the sky. I leave home and see that the moon is full twice.

I don’t know where to stay tonight, the flat sand is completely deserted.

Translation

I rode west and almost reached the horizon. I saw the full moon twice since I left home.

I don’t know where to stay tonight. There is no human habitation for thousands of miles in this desert.

3. Poems describing the scenery of Xinjiang

1. "Moon over Guanshan"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, Among the vast sea of ​​clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay.

Origin of the battlefield, no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.

Translation:

A bright moon rises from the Qilian Mountains and passes through the vast sea of ​​clouds. The mighty long wind blew tens of thousands of miles and passed Yumen Pass where the soldiers were stationed. At that time, Han soldiers were directly targeting the Baishan Mountain Road, while Tubo coveted large areas of rivers and mountains in Qinghai. This is the place where battles have been fought throughout the ages, and few soldiers who went to battle survived. The garrison soldiers looked at the scene in the border town from a distance, thinking about returning home and couldn't help but look sad. At this time, the soldier's wife was in a high building, lamenting when she would be able to see her relatives far away.

2. "Snow Song of Tianshan Mountain Sends Xiao Zhi Back to the Capital"

Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen

The snow clouds in Tianshan Mountain are often closed, and the snow on thousands of peaks and ridges is Cuiwei . The north wind blew at the entrance of Chiting at night, and the snow in Tianshan became thicker overnight. Can the Han moon shine on the Silver Mountain, and chase Hu Feng through the iron pass again. There are no birds flying around Jiaohe City, and horseshoes slip on Luntai Road. The dark mist and cold atmosphere are thickening thousands of miles away, and the dark cliffs are thousands of feet thick with ice. The general's fox fur is not warm when he lies down, and the guard's sword is about to break due to the cold. It is just when the snow falls in the Tianshan Mountains that I send you off to the capital. How can I give you a farewell gift in the snow? There are only green pine branches.

Translation:

The clouds and snow on the Tianshan Mountains never bloom all year round, and the majestic mountains and ridges are covered with snow. At night, the north wind blew through the Chiting intersection, and the snow in Tianshan became thicker overnight. The snow light and the moonlight reflect the silver mountains, and the snowflakes chase the north wind and fly over the iron pass. The birds near Jiaohe City have long been cut off, and it is difficult for horses to cross the Luntai Road.

Cold clouds dimly condense into the sky thousands of miles away, and the cliffs are steep and hung with thousands of feet of solid ice. The general's leather robe was not warm after lying down for a long time, and the guard's sword was so cold that it looked like it was about to break. It was snowing heavily in Tianshan Mountain, so I bid farewell to my friends and returned to the capital. How can I express my feelings in the ice and snow? I can only give you green pine and cypress branches!

3. "The Proud Fisherman·Autumn Thoughts"

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.

Translation:

Autumn is here, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is different from that in the south of the Yangtze River. The wild geese flew back to Hengyang again, with no intention of stopping at all. At dusk, the military horn blew, and the surrounding voices also rose up. There are mountains and mountains, the dusk is heavy, the sun is setting on the mountains, and the lonely city gate is tightly closed.

4. "One of Two Liangzhou Poems"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan

Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Translation:

Looking around, the Yellow River is getting further and further away, as if it is rushing among the swirling white clouds. In the upper reaches of the Yellow River, among the tens of thousands of mountains, an isolated city stands at Yumen Pass. There, it seemed lonely and lonely. Why use the Qiang flute to play the sad willow song to complain that the spring is not coming? It turns out that the spring breeze cannot blow in the Yumenguan area!

5. "The Envoy to the Fortress"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The bicycle wanted to ask about the side, but the country he belonged to was in Yan. Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.

Translation:

I wanted to go to the border by bicycle, but the vassal country I passed passed Juyan. Thousands of miles of flying pods have also floated out of Hansai, and the wild geese returning to the north are soaring in the sky. The solitary smoke rises straight up in the vast desert, and the sun sets perfectly over the endless Yellow River. Go to Xiaoguan and meet the scouting knight, who tells me that the Protector is already in Yanran.

4. Poems praising Xinjiang

Looking at Ili from a distance Liang Xiaoyang Looking at Ili from a distance is like looking at our house that is warm in winter and cool in summer. We live next to the river on the grass beach of Xinyuan Racecourse. The river is a The Mohuer River formed by the melting of snow and water from the Tianshan Mountains sings the song of time that has not changed for many years among the forest belts of poplar and euphratica trees. Oh, the mother-like land of Ili caresses the wandering South China wanderers to you now. Looking from a distance, let your eyes pass through the remaining white clouds and gray sky. Fly over the Qinling Mountains, fly over Qilian, fly over Dabancheng, and finally settle on the blue sky, clear clouds, snow-covered Kegulqin Mountain, and look at the newly built highway at the foot of the mountain, dancing like a streamer. Blue and red flowers are blooming on the pine tree heads. At this moment, the wanderers in South China sincerely praise you. I praise your snowy mountains, grasslands, lakes and forests. I praise your brilliant cherries, golden apricots and marshal apples. I praise your gold mountains, silver waters and thousands of miles of galleries. I praise your wild horses. Wild ass, wild camel, West Pole Pegasus, I praise your thin steamed buns, hand-grilled mutton, milk tea and fragrant naan. I praise your tapestry, straw flower hat and waistcoat. I praise your Aken, loud singing voice and beautiful dance. I praise your warm campfire and fragrant fragrance. I praise you for the silent snow that grills fish. I praise you for the wilderness where girls and flowers cannot be distinguished. I praise you for the cattle and sheep that walk on the verdant pastures in the morning and evening. I praise you for the thousand-year plank road of the Silk Road. I praise you for the electrified highway that connects Europe and Asia. I praise you. Your Horgos, Kurden, Ningyi River, sunset, Guozigou Nalati, I also praise your Wusun Mound, Huiyuan Bell Tower, Alimari, Zhaosu Shiren Gongyue Ruins, I praise your water, Bishan, green melon, sweet and fruity aroma, national unity song and dance. Shengping also praises you for your bold investment, development of resources, promotion of characteristics, and step-by-step revitalization. I praise you for being based on tradition, adhering to the sacred, and refusing to throw it away easily. I also praise you for emancipating the mind and advancing with the times, and for advancing the great development with a bang. I also want to praise you. You and I praise your multi-ethnic and harmonious mind. I praise your home as rich as heaven. I praise your land as beautiful as the south of the Yangtze River. I praise your white clouds and silvery water washing the ice-clear blue sky. Oh, the mother-like land of Ili invites you. Accept my insignificant praise at this moment. Please accept the revelry of my soul and the sadness of my longing. Can you feel the eyes of a wanderer in a corner of South China who often look at you from afar? You are generous and kind, as if the heavy snow in the Northern Tianshan Mountains was above my head that year. Falling silently all over the sky, my dream is deep and long, as if it were formed by the melting of snow from the Tianshan Mountains. The Mohur River, which washes my ankles, sings softly among the forest belts made of poplars and euphratica. It has not changed for many years. The Song of Time Passed, Loulan - Silk Road: pomegranates split by the sun, flying hearts buried in the yellow sand, the heart is about to bloom── It is the flower of longing and imagination that blooms towards the desert. Living is moist, while dead words crawl The wine glasses filled with Loulan's dry skulls resting on scraps of cloth and broken wood are still being passed around in the wind as they build tall mud pagodas.

Time is hard to tell in a vessel. Three dairy goats surround the cradle of red willow. In the cradle is a beautiful abandoned baby named Lou Lan. Sitting in the wilderness, the stars and moonlight whisper about the guardians of the green poplar and the yellow sheep. Staring at the reflected light of the salt lake, I saw the tall horses and the lamps were on. The road in Lop Nur led to the fire of Loulan in all directions. The grain of Loulan and the city of Yadan were embraced by the open mirage. The king's lamp was in his arms. The king's seeds were sown on the border and on the high altar. Next, the seven daughters dance until dawn. Three drums are beating. Loulan is bathing in morning dew. Loulan has black hair and is covered with bright breasts. Loulan is clothed in animal furs. Swans are with her. Loulan has her head resting on white snow and her feet are stepping on yellow sand. Loulan angels fly to Loulan and give her wings. Riding horses galloping through the wasteland, Loulan is deserted, escaping from Loulan. The fourth floor of Loulan, the roses are blooming. Loulan's sky is bright, Loulan's grapes are making fine wine. Loulan's daughter is getting married. Loulan's roses are blooming, Loulan's sky is bright, Loulan's courtyard is paving barley. Loulan's daughter picks sunflowers, Loulan's roses bloom, Loulan's sky lights up, Loulan's sand buries corpses, Loulan's daughter ascends to heaven, and the five silk paths are long.

A flying noun hits us. The rising head, the blazing gaze, the blood and the heart, are sinking in the direction of Loulan. The carnival of extinction is pouring down from the sky in the sand of escape, covering Loulan. Loulan, you are hiding in Loulan. Which time and space smiles mysteriously at us? Broken vases and scattered wooden tubes were blown away by the wind. The hand of elegy touched the desolation of Loulan. Oh, Loulan, can thoughts and imagination revive you? Loulan Loulan, are you just a phantom, a sigh in the ruins? I have been to many places, and I am the youngest in this city. She is so beautiful that it makes people fall in love at first sight. She is not a mirage in the vast sea or Penglai Wonderland.

5. "Which poem does Turpan's grapes and Hami's melons come from?" is a patriotic poem

The title of the poem is "We love you, China!" 》

Author: Hu Jinghui

When the brilliant sun jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,

the stars are still twinkling in the Pamir Plateau.

When the northern kingdom was still a world covered in silver,

the southern kingdom was already filled with the beauty of spring.

Ah—we love you, China!

We love you

The strange and beautiful scenery of Guilin,

The heavy makeup of West Lake in Hangzhou;

The beauty of Huangshan and Lushan The clouds and mist are misty, and the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers are magnificent.

We love you

The fragrance of Longjing tea,

The purity of Maotai liquor;

The smooth and gorgeous Jiangnan silk,

Jingdezhen Ceramics’ Wonderful Victory in Heaven.

We love you

The watery moonlight in front of the Dai bamboo house,

The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world;

Grapes from Turpan, melons from Hami,

sheep from the prairie, camels from the Gobi Desert.

We love you

The ancient music played by the chimes of the Warring States Period

The new song composed by the reform and opening up,

The surging music of China Rolling spring tide

The fire of hope ignited in the motherland,

We love you

The history written by struggle,

Watered by sweat The great fruits,

The majesty of the pine trees, the nobility of the plum blossoms

The broad mind, the magnificent spirit

We are proud, we are proud

We work hard, we pioneer

You are the strong one among the nations of the world,

We love you, China!

Extended information:

"We Love You, China" was written by Hu Jinghui and was selected into 11 volumes of Jiangsu Education Edition Chinese language books.

The whole poem has concise language, complete and compact structure, strong and abundant emotions, rich in rhythm and rhythm, and is very suitable for reading aloud. The whole poem is guided by the main line "We love you——". The sentences are neat, layer by layer, and majestic. It makes people feel the rich products, long history and splendid culture of the motherland, thus inspiring life. Chinese people’s sense of pride.

Reference material: Baidu Encyclopedia - "We love you, China!" 》

6. Poems about Yumen Pass

"Liangzhou Ci" by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty: Far above the yellow sand and white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

"Weicheng Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.

[Note: Yangguan is Yumenguan]

King Luo Bin of the Tang Dynasty wrote in "Gifts to Confidants in the Army Before Returning": Pengzhuan and others went to war, but melons were not returned at all. The soul is fascinated by the Golden Que Road and looks across the Yumen Pass. I am ashamed of myself when I present Kai, and I feel ashamed when I talk about how many classes I have been awarded. The wind and dust make the head white, and the years damage the beauty. The falling geese are low in autumn, and the frightened ducks are rising in Mingwan. Hu Shuang is like a sword, and the Han moon is like a sword ring. Farewell to the tree in the back garden, I miss you several times.

Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

But if the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I won’t let Hu Ma travel to the Yin Mountains!

The dust is gathering outside the door, and the incense is extinguished by the waterside. Where is the moonlit night outside the window? The spring breeze rolls behind the curtains and the swallows return. Thousands of miles of loneliness, no news, no hope.

"Epic Ode to Yumen Pass" by Hu Zeng of the Tang Dynasty: Xirong did not dare to cross the Tianshan Mountains, but Dingyuan succeeded in white horse leisure. In the middle of the night, I sat in the tent with a candle and thought about entering Yumen Pass.

In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains.

"Moon over the Mountain" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.

Zhang Yanghao of the Yuan Dynasty wrote "Double Tune·Drunk in the East Wind": Ban Ding is far away in Yuguan, and Chu Lingjun is haggard on the river bank. Li Si was saddened by the yellow dog, and Lu Ji sighed by Huating. Zhang Jianzhi suffered a lot in his old age. I have been talking about Su Zizhan for four or five times. Therefore, the name "Gong Gong" means laziness.

Three thousand miles of newly planted willows attract the spring breeze to Yuguan. .

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