Is there any expression of Inner Mongolia in Tang and Song poems?

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Since I was a child, I have always lived in the world of Inner Mongolia, so I have a strong feeling for Inner Mongolia. I am not the only one who likes Inner Mongolia, there are many literati and ink writers, they will express their love for a certain thing when they express their love for something, they will use words to express, I have studied a poem since I was a child, I think it is describing Inner Mongolia.

The content of the poem is "Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain." The sky is like a dome covering the four fields, the sky is vast, and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low.

This poem will be learned when I am in elementary school, and everyone will memorize it well, but how many people have seen such a scene with their own eyes! In fact, such a scenery can be seen in Inner Mongolia, especially in the prairie of Inner Mongolia, with the sky as the cover of the earth, blowing the wind on the grassland, looking at the mystery of all the creatures on the grassland, in order to appreciate the artistic conception of this poem.

In addition to that poem, there are many poems describing Inner Mongolia, such as Wang Wei's "Out of the Stopper" in the Tang Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu's "Fengle Pavilion Tour Spring" in the Song Dynasty, Cao Ye's "Sending Liu Jia" in the Tang Dynasty, and so on. I haven't seen these poems before, but today I was fortunate to learn about a few poems here, and I also felt the beauty of Inner Mongolia from these poems.

Out of the stopper" [Tang] Wang Wei.

Juyan outside the city hunting the sky, the white grass even the sky fire.

Drive horses when the clouds are empty moraine, and the autumn plain is good to hide from eagles.

The captain of the Qiang school took the obstacle and broke the general to cross the Liao at night.

The jade target angle bow bead pulls the horse, and the Han family will give Xue Yao a prostitute.

Plug up the line" [Tang] Bao Rong.

The west wind should be strong, and the water and grass are cold. Poor Yellow River is exhausted, and the felt hall is firmly in the shadow.

Bian Fang Chunxing" [Tang] Gao Yu.

The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of golden bells. The sheng song goes with the wind, and I know how many times the mountain is closed.

There is also the most famous Song of Eile, but that is not a Tang poem, it is a folk song of the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

, "Farewell" [Tang] Wang Wei.

Send each other off in the mountains, and cover the firewood at dusk. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandchildren will not return.

2, "Wuyi Lane" [Tang] Liu Yuxi.

Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

3, "Farewell to the Ancient Grass" [Tang] Bai Juyi.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city. He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

4, "Song of Eile" [North and South] nameless.

Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

5, "Light Rain in Early Spring" [Tang] Han Yu.

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

6, "Lichun Couple" [Song] Zhang Shi.

There is little frost in the late year, and the grass and trees in the world know when spring arrives.

I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and the green was uneven.

7, "Chuzhou West Stream" [Tang] Wei Yingwu.

The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

8, "Beishan" [Song] Wang Anshi.

Beishan loses green and rises across the pond, and when the trench returns to the pond.

Count the fallen flowers because of sitting for a long time, and it is late to find the grass.

9, "Out of the Stopper" [Tang] Wang Wei.

Juyan outside the city hunting the sky, the white grass even the sky fire.

Drive horses when the clouds are empty moraine, and the autumn plain is good to hide from eagles.

The captain of the Qiang school took the obstacle and broke the general to cross the Liao at night.

The jade target angle bow bead pulls the horse, and the Han family will give Xue Yao a prostitute.

10, "Fengle Pavilion Tour Spring" [Song] Ouyang Xiu.

The mangrove trees and green mountains are slanting, and the grass in the suburbs is endlessly green.

Visitors regardless of the spring will be old, come and go to the pavilion in front of the falling flowers.

11, "Send Liu Jia" [Tang] Cao Ye.

The grass is green, and the sound of water around the house is like being at home.

I hope that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers in the east of the wall.

12, "Plug Up" [Tang] Bao Rong.

The west wind should be strong, and the water and grass are cold.

Poor Yellow River is exhausted, and the felt hall is firmly in the shadow.

13, "Bian Fang Chunxing" [Tang] Gao Yu.

The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of golden bells.

The sheng song goes with the wind, and I know how many times the mountain is closed.

I. That.

Fall. Earth. Bear. Root.

Target. Old. Village. Lyrics: Chao Ketu.

Composer: Zuo Ruyun.

The dark green meadow, that is the soil in which the Mongolian nation takes root;

That white yurt is the place where I was born and raised, and the place where I was born and raised. Ah, I am a vigorous eagle, I would like to spread my wings, fly over the mountains and fly over the ocean, I will fly over the mountains and fly over the ocean, no matter the end of the sea, I will never forget my hometown where I have taken root.

The saddle embroidered with silver flowers is the cradle of Mongolian youth; At. That.

White. Cloud. Floating. Fall.

Target. Earth. Square. Lyrics: Gu Huanjin.

Composer: Precious.

In that place where the white clouds are drifting, there is my lovely hometown.

The sea of grass rolls up boundless green waves (yo), and the golden phoenix sends the fragrance of grains.

The alder flowers are like burning flames, and the sheep are like pearls scattered all over the mountain beams;

Ah, Inner Mongolia, ah, Inner Mongolia, colorful picture scrolls, let me depict, let me sing.

In the place where the white spirit dances, there is my lovely hometown, the wine hymn, the red silk fluttering (yo), Hada attracts the eyes of the four seas, Mongolia is packed all over the world, and the heroic nation is reaping hope; Ah, Inner Mongolia, ah, Inner Mongolia, the wild goose with wings spread over the clouds, flying to the sun, flying to glory, flying to glory.

There is a wonderful legend in the steppe.

Printing and washing the dust word.

Luo Qingqu. Dedema sings.

Through the mesmerizing scenery of the grasslands, I heard a wonderful legend that the rainbow fell from the sky and sprinkled the joy of the pearl wine. Legend is the wish of the people, and it is also full of the entrustment of the ancestors. The people yearn for this ancient legend, which can only be told in dreams.

Today's grasslands have agate-like mountains and amber-like rivers, and coral-like flowers bloom on the emerald meadows. The oil incense is accompanied by frankincense, and the shepherd's flute responds to the joyful song of the motor. The legend of the grassland has become a reality, and I want to tell the legend of the grassland to the motherland.

Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast.

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the Pleasant Goat falls in love with the gray wolf.

Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle!

Menghan love is deep, how to endure goodbye, the end of the world is green and the sun is slanting.

The sun sets in the west, and the sunset makes half of the sky red, like a shy little girl. The clouds burned like fire against the background of the sunset, and the whole sky was colorful and beautiful!

Time flies, like flowing water, we have to say goodbye to the Mongolians, both of us are very reluctant to leave, we and the Mongolian men, women and children hold hands tightly, everyone's hearts are tightly tied together, the general unity and harmony of the nation. Everyone is reluctant to leave. I don't know who said it:

Goodbye, we'll see you again. Then they got into the car first, and somehow the others got in the car and said something like that. At this time, a light rain fell in the sky, as if to sigh and sad that we had to leave, the air was stagnant, and the sky was extremely silent, except for the roar of car engines.

At this time, everyone had a tacit understanding, and no one said a word, but stared at each other quietly, with reluctance in their eyes. In the end, we finally chose to break the silence and drove away, and the men, women and children of Mongolia rode horses for dozens of miles, and then waved to stop, looking at the direction of the car far away. After this friendly gathering, the friendship between the Han and Mongolian ethnic groups has deepened.