Lao She

This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than other places. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sun, it is thousands of miles away, not endless. There are mountains on all sides, the ground is green and the mountains are green.

The sheep climbed the mountain for a while, and then came down again. Wherever they go, it's like embroidering big white flowers on the endless green carpet. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like Chinese paintings that only render green without ink lines. The green color is flowing everywhere and gently flows into the clouds.

This state is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time, sit down and sing a beautiful poem softly. In this realm, even the steed and Daniel sometimes stand still, as if recalling the infinite fun of the grassland.

We visited Chenbaerhu Banner. The car walked 150 miles before reaching its destination. One hundred and fifty miles are grasslands. Go 150 miles, or grassland.

Driving on the grassland is very free and easy. As long as the direction is good, you can go anywhere. When I first entered the grassland, I couldn't hear or see anything except some birds flying around. After walking for a long time, I saw a circuitous belt as bright as glass in the distance-river! There are more cattle and sheep, I see horses, and there is a faint whipping sound.

Almost there, almost there. Suddenly, as if blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the distant mountain. Men, women and children dressed in various colors immediately danced like rainbows. This is the host welcoming the guests from afar dozens of miles away. When the master saw us, he immediately turned his horse's head, cheered and ran to lead the way in front of the car.

The quiet grassland became lively: cheers, cars and hooves rang together. The car followed the horse over the mountain and saw some yurts.

Outside the yurt, there are many horses and many cars. Many people came to see us by horse or car from dozens of miles away. The master got off the horse, so did we. I don't know whose hand it is, but I always hold it warmly and hold it. Our languages are different, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands and shake hands, laugh and laugh. You say yours, I say mine. Generally speaking, it is national unity and mutual assistance.

Somehow, I got into the yurt. Pour milk tea, put milk tofu, and the host and guest sit cross-legged. Everyone is very polite, very enthusiastic and not at home at all. After a while, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of mutton. The cadres toasted us, and the elderly in their 70s toasted us. We reciprocate, the host raises his glass, and we reciprocate.

At this time, Ewenki girls wore pointy hats and were a little shy in generosity, singing folk songs for the guests. Our fellow singers also sing very fast. Singing seems louder and more touching than any other language. No matter what you sing, the listener will always show a knowing smile.

After dinner, the boys performed horse riding and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests are dancing, singing and riding Mongolian horses. The sun has set, and no one will leave. Yes! Why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolian and Chinese feelings?

2. Song of Chile

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Yuefu Poems

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.

Translation:

At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, there is a huge plain where Zile people live. The sky in Chilechuan is connected with the earth and looks like a felt tent where herders live.

Under the blue sky, the grassland green waves roll, the wind blows below the grass, and herds of cattle and sheep are hidden from time to time.

Step 3: Plug in the power supply.

Song Dynasty: Liu Kai

The whistling arrow cries out to the sky, and the sound is clearer and louder on the windless grassland and in the quiet world.

Hundreds of strong foreign knights carried gold to the clouds.

Translation:

Arrows are ringing, soaring into the sky, there is no wind on the grassland, and there is peace between heaven and earth, which makes the sound of arrows more crisp and loud. Hundreds of lithe green-eyed foreign knights looked at the clouds with gold in their hands.

4. Pull out the plug

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky.

The desert schooner gallops in the dusk, and the vast plains in autumn shoot at vultures.

With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight.

Jade sword, the bow of horn, the war horse on his war horse, the court gave the victorious general, as brave as Holt of Han Dynasty.

Translation:

Outside Juyan, the conference semifinals are hunting and white grass is burning all over the sky. Under the fog of dusk, the desert gallops in the distance, and in autumn, the vast plain has just shot sculptures. Defend the Qiang Sect, appease the Qiang Sect, hold their ground, climb the barrier fort, and the general Lu Baoying bravely attacked and crossed the Liaohe River at night. A sword inlaid with jade, a bow decorated with horns and a war horse with a beaded head will be given by the court to the victorious general: as brave as Huo Puyao in the Han Dynasty.

5. Farewell to Grass/Fordham Grass

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Translation:

The Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which turns yellow in autumn and winter every year and thickens in spring. Wildfire can't burn all the weeds on the ground. When the spring breeze blows, the earth turns green. The fragrant weeds in the distance are covered with ancient roads, and Greentown is even deserted under the sunshine. Today, I have come to bid farewell to my old friend. Even the lush grass is full of feelings of parting.