Prairie Girl Prose Poetry Appreciation of beautiful prose poems about the prairie

The formation of grasslands is mainly due to thin soil or low rainfall, which affects herbaceous plants little, while woody plants cannot grow widely. The following is an appreciation of beautiful prose poems about grassland that I compiled. I hope you like our article.

Appreciation of beautiful prose poems about the grassland Chapter 1: Let’s meet to go to the grassland

Let’s meet to go to the grassland

The first ray of sunshine in the morning

Put seeds on your face and let it

breed, take root, grow, and multiply

live and multiply for a lifetime

Let’s meet on the grassland

Hold a bunch of dreams and let them fly

Let them fly into the blue sky

Dissolve in the body of white clouds

Simple, white, elegant and lofty< /p>

Let’s meet to go to the grassland

Plant the soft grass in your heart

Let your heart nourish the vast green grass

Flowing water, horses, Sheep and singing

Let’s meet to go to the grassland

Not for the promise made a thousand years ago

Not for looking back after a thousand years

Just Meet for the fable of this world

Let’s go to the grassland

Appreciation of beautiful prose poems about the grassland Part 2: Butterflies on the grassland

Whose Morin Qin is it? Singing

Let the clouds turn into sheep

Floating on the green carpet

A river like a crescent moon

From One side of the sky extends to the other side

The man on horseback waved his long whip

The crisp sound of the whip kept urging the horse

I don’t know if he was worried about his beloved People have waited too long

Or my heart has long been reluctant to delay

The red, yellow and white flowers

are scattered like stars In the universe

How many bees and butterflies are attracted by the fragrance

The wishes of millions of seeds are fulfilled

The scenery will remain the same next year

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A gust of wind blows from north to south

It sets off a wave of waves in the green ocean

The flying butterflies are constantly pushed into the sky

Then it fell down again

Only the sheep ignored it

Chewed bite after bite

Swallowed the spray that reached the mouth

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Then I swayed my fat tail

Swimming in the blue waves

Facing the sunshine and blue sky

I lay on the soft On the grass

Looking up, looking up

A pair of happy birds flew over one after another

When my whole body relaxed, then relaxed again

< p>As if my body has become a part of the earth

Until a blue butterfly glides across my eyebrows

It takes away my expression for a moment

Until it flies The wings disappear into the grass

Suddenly I want to sleep for a while

Have a dream

Will you come in the dream

Or That blue butterfly

Maybe this is really a longing

A kind of overflow of emotions

It makes people think about it, but they can’t think about it

But I never know whose dream I have walked into

Whether it is like the way you walked into my dream

Bringing a sweet smile and a warm handshake

So I closed my eyes

Hold my arms and wait for your arrival

Appreciation of beautiful prose poems about the grassland Part 3: I come from the depths of the grassland

I come from the depths of the grassland

There are no handsome mountains there

There is no fascinating ocean

There is no intoxicating scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Moon Spring Rain

There is no picturesque paradise in Suzhou and Hangzhou

I come from the depths of the grassland

There are

goshawks carrying White clouds

Soaring in the deep blue sky

There are

cattle and sheep pulling green grass

In the endless green Wandering on the blanket

I come from the depths of the grassland

Northern Desert

The unrestrained snowflakes

The roughness of the wind and sand

Greeding the young thoughts on horseback

Growing up gradually in the desolate territory

I come from the depths of the grassland

Mongolian yurt

The fragrance of kumiss

A simple girl

will make you sleep peacefully beside Hulunbuir Lake

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the matouqin

< p>Fly the wings of longing in dreams

I come from the depths of the grassland

Where are you from?

Ask me secretly?

< p>My dear girl