Chapter 1: Dream Back to Grassland Author: Flying Songs of Grassland I miss the beautiful grassland. There are beautiful yurts and sweet milk tea on the vast grassland, which makes me feel at home. I like the green grassland in spring, where there are simple herders and hospitable beautiful girls. I like the fresh grassland in summer, where there are white sheep, blue sky and white clouds. I love the grassland, where there are fat horses and elegant riders. I like the snowy grassland in winter, where there is fertile land. Playful children give birth to hope. I yearn for beautiful grasslands, vast grasslands, endless. Make the gallop fascinating. Chapter 2: Grassland remains the same. Author: Prairie lark is like a still life in a landscape painting from morning till night. Only the clouds in the sky change every day. The best time of the year is eaten a little. The grassland remains the same. Chapter 3: The charming grassland. Author: depressed wolf. How many times have I begged to keep your firmest arm in my memory and leave the wildness on horseback to Baiyun's closest femininity? Listening to the roar one after another, my mind seems to be running away. In your barren mind for a hundred years, horseshoe-shaped eyes will shine with what I long for. Fluttering hair mixed with free and easy mane, dyed into the most romantic picture, accompanied by the clearest voice of the shepherd. I miss the road I was forgotten when I came. Perhaps there is still rest in the depths of the white clouds, and my dried-up love is still flowing. The saddle echoed with infatuation and blurred dreams that we had been longing for for for too long. At that moment, I fell asleep in your broad and thick arms. Chapter four: The grassland left my dream. Author: Dream is prosperous, May is fragrant, and I just want to get drunk in my dream. Send a dream on the vast grassland. The intoxicating breeze nourishes everything. Tibet, a vast frontier, dreams accompany you day and night. The grass is vast, and the wind blows the grass low. Mercedes-Benz steed, who chased you wandering? The flowers in Ge Sang are fragrant everywhere, and the girls who enjoy the flowers are beginning to feel intimate. With butterflies and flowers, love songs are loud. The eagle spreading its wings soars freely in the boundless blue sky, making people instantly realize the yearning for life. That grassland is my lifelong dream. The dream of freedom flows freely along the Yarlung Zangbo River. I want to go to Tibet to pursue the paradise of grassland dreams. Fifth article: grassland reverie Author: small fire, grassland, you are my hometown. The scenery in my hometown makes me fantasize that Genghis Khan's eyes are not limited to the ancient battlefields in Europe and Asia. Now it's empty and pleasant here, grassland! Guide me so that I won't be confused and confused. The west wind suddenly rises. You are smiling and strong. You still record the vicissitudes of history and urge me to sail. Chapter VI: Love in the Grassland Author: Jun Mo Sigui Whenever I see the moon on the horizon, I will think of my distant hometown, where the sky is unusually clear. The girls there love to sing the spring breeze, blowing layers of green Shan Ye wildflowers, and the fragrance is overflowing. Flocks of sheep scattered in the grass. White clouds are floating around her. Sunlight can melt the Millennium glaciers. The wild goose roams in the reed lake where she once stayed, and the nightingale will fly to her white felt house. Chapter VII: Riding and whipping the grassland Author: Success is in sight, riding and whipping the grassland, galloping on the vast grassland, blue sky, carefree colorful clouds, seeing cattle and sheep in the wind, riding and whipping the grassland, my heart is flying, this vast grassland. The horse is barking, the eagle is singing, the girl sings beautifully, the young man looks at her and smiles, and Malanhua is dedicated to you, beautiful grassland and warm home. Our love moistens the vast grassland, holding the girl on horseback, whipping the grassland, the magnificent grassland and my home together, riding the whip and beating the grassland together. Chapter 8: Meet the grassland Author: The misty and rainy grassland is very green, and the green white clouds are very low. You should kiss the vast grassland. The breeze contains the melodious and long tones of Mongolian people, and the sunshine contains soft feelings. A path blocked the footprints of herders. A forest witnessed the love of the shepherd girl, and the white clouds brought love. The grassland bears the deep memory of love, the red steed is stirring the man's Aries, the warm grassland is full of tender feelings like water, and the white clouds are entrusted with the track of love. The moon on the 15th kissed the mark of love. Aobao's meeting painted a picture of deep affection and friendship, running side by side on the grassland in the moonlight and meeting hand in hand in the fire. Wang Weike, you fluctuate into a light green posture, delicate expression, and your skin meets the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, clean and unrestrained soul. I feel and yearn for your self-esteem in the depressed empty city. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can reach out in all directions and make the hope of life come true. Enough to swallow up the bad effects of sandstorms. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, clear springs, wild flowers, beautiful swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The primitive state continues here, and the pure heart is bred here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. The cruel reality has ruthlessly destroyed you, and your spring has been muddy. Muddy and dirty, your face becomes haggard and yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now in my eyes, I am confused and sad. Can only look at the old imagination. Numb people have lost their conscience. You really want to be buried quietly by rolling yellow sand one day. Your experience makes me sad. (1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life. Clear and sweet water is my milk. The fragrance moistens the heart of my life, and the holy and solid horseback is my climb. Grandma's smiling face is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of life. My lovely home is a vast grassland, which gives me a broad mind, beautiful mountains and rivers, a strong backbone, a strong character and a cold snow. Grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home. Grassland, wine, tea, deep affection, infinite affection, I miss you, grassland, I fell in love with you, it was a sweet memory, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss my mother, with the blue sky, to the grassland forever, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. My place, you are the cradle of my life, grassland, grassland, grassland with bright sunshine, grassland moistened by rain and dew, where I was born and raised. You are the source of my strength, grassland, grassland, spring breeze gives birth to my grassland, and eyes give birth to my grassland. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland, my beautiful and affectionate grassland, the grassland where Benma was born and raised, and you are the place in my heart forever. Give me a piece of white clouds in nostalgia, float to the Saibei Plateau with affection and nostalgia, give me a spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green, give me a river, flow to the Saibei Plateau with songs, give me a bright moon, and hang to the Saibei Plateau with life. The night in my hometown is more beautiful and the moon is brighter. Aromatic milk tea has grown up, listening to the sweet songs of horses and lambs my age. How many fond memories of my childhood have you given me? In my dreams, I often go back to the deep pasture where I was born and raised. The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. Father's love helped me on horseback. My mother gave me a lot of expectations. The vast pasture has opened my mind. The deep pasture gave me a lot of courage and strength. My hometown ranch will always be the source of wisdom in my cradle of life. I can't forget the holy pasture and grassland where I was born and raised. Wang Weike, you are fluctuating into a gesture, and your expression is green. Your delicate skin welcomes the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, a clean and unrestrained soul. In a depressed and empty city, I feel and long for your self-esteem. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs will surround me. Efforts are made in all directions to spread the hope of life and let the bad effects brought by sandstorms be swallowed up. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, wild flowers in clear springs, beautiful swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The original state continues here, and a pure heart is bred here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. The cruel reality is nothing. Destroy you affectionately, your fountain becomes muddy and dirty, and your face becomes haggard and yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now, in my eyes, I can only see the old imagination. Numb human beings have lost their conscience, and it is difficult to fill them. You really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by rolling yellow sand. Your experience makes me sad [Modern Poetry] The grassland morning is golden, the grassland morning is golden, and the grassland morning is golden. Apollo, who was driving a carriage, woke up with Jin Jian from a deep sleep and gave off a dazzling light. The white fog on the beautiful grassland gradually disappears, and everything on the earth is spiritually rising. Flowers sway in the breeze, and flocks of cattle and sheep are carefree. Birds are singing old songs in the fresh air. I rode a white horse across the grassland alone, holding out my golden fingers and turning everything into gold. At the moment, I am the king of all things, and I don't care about the gold. I make stones sing and flowers fly. I threw the gold behind me and strutted across Malantou grassland with a white horse in my hand. Your light footsteps step on the wetland I have never been to. At this time, the missed song pauses on the strings. A flock of birds are flying in the grass, the wind is swimming in the high sky, and countless pairs of eyes seem to perceive your charm. This is Malan in a few months, waiting for you to fly out of memory. The rainy season has come quietly. When I come, I will foolishly count your discarded feathers and the grassland under the sky/Wang Weike. You have become a light green posture with delicate expression, and your skin meets the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer's heaven. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, clean and unrestrained soul. In the depressed vanity city, I feel and yearn for your self-esteem. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can stretch in all directions and make the hope of life possible. Endure the bad effects of sandstorms. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, clear springs, wild flowers, beautiful swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The primitive state continues here, and the innocent heart thrives here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. The cruel reality has ruthlessly destroyed you, and your spring has been muddy and dirty. Your face has turned yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now, in my eyes, I am confused and sad. Can only look at the old imagination. Numb people have lost their conscience. You really want to be buried quietly by rolling yellow sand one day. Your experience makes me sad. (1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life. Clear and sweet running water is the milk that feeds me. The faint fragrance moistens me. The heart of life is holy and solid, and the horse's back is my climb. Grandma's smiling face is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of life. Grassland, my lovely home, vast grassland, gave me a broad mind, beautiful mountains and rivers, gave me a strong backbone, and the cold wind, snow and cold gave me a strong character. My grandmother's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, grassland wine. Sweet tea and infinite love miss you, grassland, grassland I love. Miss you is a sweet memory, miss you is a bitter attachment. As long as the sky is blue and my heart is green, I miss you. I think you are a grassland in my heart. Miss you is a sweet memory, miss you is a bitter attachment. I miss you as deeply as my mother, accompanied by the blue sky, to the grassland forever, my grassland, my grassland with rippling blue waves, grassland with flowers like the sea, where I was born and raised. You are the cradle of my life, grassland, grassland, my grassland, grassland with sunshine and rain, where I was born and raised. You are the source of my strength, grassland, grassland, grassland with spring breeze, grassland with eyes, where I was born and raised. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland with beautiful songs and grassland with galloping horses. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. You are my eternal modern poem. Song and Prairie/Wang Weike, you have become a light green posture, delicate expression, and your skin meets the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, clean and unrestrained soul. In the depressed vanity city, I feel and yearn for your self-esteem. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can stretch in all directions and make the hope of life possible. Endure the bad effects of sandstorms. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, clear springs, wild flowers, beautiful swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The primitive state continues here, and the innocent heart thrives here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are a paradise in the eyes of the lost. The cruel reality has ruthlessly destroyed you, and your spring has been muddy and dirty. Your face has turned yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now, in my eyes, I am confused and sad. Can only look at the old imagination. Numb people have lost their conscience. Difficult to fill human beings, you really hope that one day you will be quietly buried by rolling yellow sand. Your experience makes me sad. How beautiful green is. How beautiful green is. The sea seems endless. The grass sea is undulating and full of vitality. How beautiful it is. The grassland is green, green to my heart.