Who knows the ancient poems about grasslands?

The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn.

Horseshoe was crushed by the sunset, and I lay singing Aobao until the moonlight.

The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn.

Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

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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.

(3)

See the sunset, the mountains and trees are yellow.

Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

Seven Laws, Crow and Saibei Grass

What is the suspicion of feather color? 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.

Attached to Saibei grassland poem:

The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing.

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.

Farewell to the ancient grasslands

The endless grassland on the plain,

As each season comes and goes.

Wildfire never devours them,

They have grown taller in the spring breeze.

Sweet, they are on the ancient highway,

Reach the crumbling gate.

Oh, my friend's prince, you left again,

Sad, sad parting exuberant