1. The poem describing the cajoling between grassland and beautiful Mongolian women is as follows:

1. In this door last year, peach blossoms set each other off. _ _ _ _ Cui Hu's "South Village of Beijing"

2. I still have tears in my eyes, and I don't meet each other before I get married. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

3. Red crisp hands, yellow rice wine, spring willow in the city. _ _ _ _ Lu You's hairpin chicken red crisp hand

The beautiful woman committed suicide on the bank of Wujiang River. The war once burned Chibi Mountain, and the generals were empty and old. _ _ _ _ Zhang Kejiu's "Singing Flowers and Remembering the Past"

How beautiful she looks, open the pearly window and sit in the air. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Resentment

6. On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, where did the Jade People teach flute? _ _ _ _ A Letter from Du Mu to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate.

7. I once said goodbye to Beauty Bridge, but I hate that I have no news yet. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's Yang Liuzhi/Liuzhi Ci

8. My Fair Lady is a gentleman. _ _ _ _ Unknown "Official Luo"

9. You have beautiful orchids and beautiful chrysanthemums. You can't forget your beauty. _ _ _ _ Liu Che's Autumn Poems

10. How long can it take to convince people with color? _ _ _ _ My Misfortune by Li Bai

1 1. See Bixiao on Tanabata tonight and let the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl cross the river bridge. _ _ _ _ Lin Jie begged for cleverness

12. Strong women in business do not know how to hate their country, but still sing backyard flowers across the river. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai

13. Excuse me, what is the relationship between river tides and seawater? _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha, Sorry, River Tide Sea Water"

14. You know I have a husband. Give me a pair of pearls. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

15. A layman is laughing in the wall. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.

16. I'd rather not know the whole city and this country. Beauty is hard to get again. _ _ _ _ Li Yannian's Song of Li Yannian

2. The poem describing the Mongols is 1, the grass is thick and the jade pot is full of wine.

2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.

3, a river of grass, the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.

Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

In May and March, Lan Qing, the twelfth lunar month is yellow, and boundless grass bathes Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep.

6. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.

7, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.

8. The grass is green and willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.

9. 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.

10, the yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.

1 1, the sunset can't be seen, and the trees-lined hills are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.

12, red clouds are burning in the west cave, and flying crows rush home in groups. There is a mist in Pingchuan, and the grass field is in a hurry.

3. Poetry about Inner Mongolia costumes Mongolian costumes include robes, belts, boots, jewelry and so on. However, due to different regions, there are also differences in styles. Take women's robes as an example. Influenced by Manchu, Mongolians in Horqin and Harqin wear wide and straight robes with split sides, and the neckline and cuffs are decorated with various colors. Mongolians in Xilingol grassland wear Mongolian robes with large narrow sleeves and no slits; Buryat women wear robes with waist skirts and shoulders; Ordos women's robes are divided into three pieces, the first is a close-fitting dress with sleeves reaching to the wrist, the second is a coat with sleeves reaching to the elbow, and the third is a collarless double-breasted vest with straight flashing buttons. The robes worn by Mongolians in Qinghai are similar to those of Tibetans. Except Qinghai, there is little difference in men's wear. Wear double robes in spring and autumn, single robe in summer, cotton robe or fur robe in winter. Mongolians usually like to wear cloth clothes, and they usually wear brocade-rimmed clothes on holidays. Men's wear is mainly blue and brown, while women's wear likes to use red, pink, green and sky blue. Belt is an important part of Mongolian costume, made of satin or cotton cloth, three or four meters long. Men's belts are often decorated with knives, irons and snuff bottles. Mongolian boots are divided into leather boots and cloth boots. Mongolian boots are fine in workmanship and have exquisite patterns on their surfaces. Wearing jewelry and hats is a habit of Mongolians. Hats in different regions also have local characteristics. Mongolian hats in Inner Mongolia and Qinghai have a high top and a flat edge, lined with white felt, and decorated with leather or purple-green felt, which is thick in winter and thin in summer. The hat top is decorated with tassels, and the hat belt is made of silk, which can be worn by both men and women. In Hu Ba and Buryat Mongolia in Hulunbeier, men wear shawl hats and women wear pointed-brimmed hats. Precious raw materials such as agate, jade, coral, pearls and silver make Mongolian jewelry rich and luxurious. Men's colors are mostly blue and dark brown, and some people wrap their heads with silk. Women usually wrap their heads in red and blue headscarves and wear conical hats like men in winter.

Mongolian men wear robes to tie their waists, women's sleeves are embroidered with lace patterns, and their coats are high-necked, which seems to be similar to ethnic groups. Women like to wear clothes of three different lengths. The first one is a close-fitting dress with sleeves reaching to the wrist, the second one is a coat with sleeves reaching to the elbow, and the third one is a collarless double-breasted vest with straight rows of flashing buttons, which is particularly eye-catching.

4. Is there a poem about Mongolia? In the Northern Dynasty, the Yuefu Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, had a sky like a vault and covered four fields with cages.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. This northern folk song, although only 27 words, is very artistic.

It eulogized the richness and magnificence of the northern grassland and expressed Chileans' infinite love for the water, soil and nomadic life that raised them. "Chilechuan, Under the Yinshan Mountain", at the beginning of the song, with a high-pitched tone, sang the natural characteristics of the north, which was unobtrusive, lofty and vast.

These concise six words, bold and broad in style, show the strong character of the Chilean nation. From this, we can also strongly feel irresistible sincere praise.

"The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields." These two sentences come from the background above, saying that the picture is magnificent and the Amano is magnificent. At the same time, grasping the most typical characteristics of this national life, the singer drew a picture of the northern country with a pen like a rafter.

"The sky is grey, the wild is vast, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low." The two sentences "Heaven" and "Wilderness" are inherited, and the brushwork of description slightly overlaps, which contains a lyrical artistic conception. The author highlighted the vastness and remoteness of the sky, and the verdant and infinite of Yuan Ye with overlapping words.

These two sentences show the broad-minded and heroic character of the Chilean people. The last sentence "seeing cattle and sheep at the slightest sign" is the crowning touch of the full text, which depicts a rich and happy scene.

This ballad is natural from language to artistic conception. It's straightforward and simple, and the meaning is really pure. There are no obscure sentences in the language, and the pride of pepper people is expressed in a simple, vivid and hearty way.

Bai Juyi, the endless grass on the plain, has never been completely swallowed up by wildfire with the seasons coming and going. They have grown taller in the spring breeze. They are sweetly squeezed on the ancient avenue and reach the crumbling city gate. Ah, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. Weeds in the plain are lush and green, wither for a lifetime every year, and wildfires can't burn out. They will sprout again when the spring breeze blows next year.

Weeds extend all the way to the ancient road, and green hills connect with empty cities. I have to send my friends on a long trip again, and the grass everywhere is full of feelings of parting.

The following is a netizen's original poem: divination operator Qinghai Lake grassland is half green and half yellow in autumn, looking at the sky from afar. When the wind sends cattle and sheep, there are several noises, and butterflies are in the bushes.

Chitose, the grassland outside the Great Wall is outside the smoke plug. Driving a horse, running endlessly.

At the zenith, there are mountains and mountains, and a few idle clouds. I feel that the joint scale is times.

In the green age, the winding road means that the hoofprint is broken. Broad-minded.

Long and heroic. The fire on the top of the mountain went out.

Hu jianqi Meat likes grass and chases water plants.

Cold current migration of garment skin. In the past, you could see the change of your face by blinking again.

Comment 23 1 1 Capacity adoption rate: 7 1% From the team: good at answering questions in universities, primary schools and colleges: chatting software English test English translation literature other answers in the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Folk songs. (Chilechuan) Chilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain; The sky is like a vault, covering four fields. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. Author: Bai Juyi, rambling grass, comes and goes with the four seasons. 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.

Everyone says the shepherd boy is still young. That's me, my best self.

In the dream season, there are many intimate friends. Look: birds sing, fish swim and horses run.

Spring remains the same, beauty is old. It's a pity that the old love is not over.

Looking forward to the night, I asked you if you knew? There are: patches of clouds, breezes and green grass.

5. The poem about Inner Mongolia has gone through Qingcheng. Who still remembers me, having been here, having been to this blue city? My footsteps, the footprints of drifters are like the wind passing through the back of the city beyond the Great Wall, and will not take away a little memory, prosperity and clutter in the city. Frozen movies show blue tall buildings, gray asphalt roads and colorful western murals in the distance. This is a gray sky. That is the reflection of Qingcheng Mountain under the blue sky. I can't see clearly which point is the glory of history. Walking through the land where Shanxi merchants gathered, I couldn't pick up the rushing sound of scattered camel bell fragments. Quietly away from the space where fingers fly. Who remembers me? Who has been here? I have been to this blue city, and I have begun to melt in this melting land. The peeling years buried me gently and heavily, so I chose the last one to leave and evaporate the love of Qingcheng Mountain under the fragments of civilization like sweat. Will a stranger suddenly come to your city? Can a long-lost meteor flash over your head? Then you can hardly open the door and pour him a glass of wine. Look at the blue city Hohhot alone in the north wind. How can your body be so thin and cold? I like going to the south. There are my deep thoughts and gentleness like water here. Build another city, and you will be the king to command my poems, words, wine and grass, but you still refuse to abandon the soil that gave birth to you. You promised to marry a man riding a horse, a man with a long bow and a strong chest, and his cattle, sheep and grass. I will continue to cry for him in Ma Touqin. My heart will turn to dust in this life, let alone the afterlife. I still can't change the color of this city. Before me, I only had. Dragging a thin pen to draw you a picture of a wounded soldier. There is a clear tear in his eyes, reflecting the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and a gauze washer. Just like you. The lights in Hohhot blow from north to south, and the fear in the wind comes from the north. To the north is Yinshan Mountain. It was a dead bone, and a white sheepskin was thrown further north of Yinshan Mountain. When it is repeatedly struck by a heavy pestle, it is a big drum, inciting horseshoes and cold weapons to become a flood that has been rampant for thousands of years. Now people call it grassland. The cold sun shines on the tamed grass after the robbery and rises in a place more bitter than grass. Over the grasslands and shady mountains, it has been blown into the city. The ears of the whole city turned on the wind, and the lights flowed south, but the lights never flowed through the Yellow River lights or here. The brothers under the torch ahead are cattle, horses and sheep exiled by the abandoned family. They have been silent for a long time. Watching the sun in the south or shouting the cold wind in the north is a thousand-year choice. Fortunately, red willows can be planted on the red mud after the Yellow River flood. Villages can be built to place safe cooking smoke. In the south, horse skin can be exchanged for tea and silk. Oh, the delicate and meaningful tea, the silky and soft quality in the south, is full of temptation. The lights have been flowing to the south where tea and silk came from, but they have never flowed to the south of the Yellow River or returned to the south of the Yellow River. Between the Yellow River and Yinshan Mountain, I am embarrassed and hesitant. I am embarrassed and hesitant in Hohhot. The front is illuminated by more and more fresh sunshine, and the back is blown blue by more and more deep cold wind. From time to time, poor and unpredictable clouds approach from a distance, and expensive rain falls, or cold and heavy snow makes the streets full of cold-tolerant poplars and weeping willows. They are in shock and hardy. Brothers and their women imitate the long-lost sheep, grazing in the sun or ruminating calmly in the snow. They no longer want to cross the Yellow River to the south, cross the shaded mountains to the north, or get closer to their dreams. The tradition of sticking back is only held in Muslim restaurants in Huimin district, office buildings in Xincheng in alleys in Yuquan district, and cornfields in Tuoketuo and Tumote. On Xinhua Square, galloping horses are not just sculptures, but there are always sober hoofbeats running through the whole city in the middle of the night.

6. Ask for articles or poems about Mongolians-Mongolian men-When it comes to Mongolian men, the relevant words seem to be very intense and powerful, including rough and unconstrained habitual expressions.

From the appearance, there are many kinds of Mongolian men. There are western-style ones. They are as strong as bulls, handsome, powerful and even curly.

Chinese style, short, thin and black, like a Jiangnan guy. Japanese style, cold face, murderous look.

There is also the Korean Wave, as white as snow and as slim as a woman. Of course, there are also authentic Mongolians with square faces and wide foreheads.

This is obviously related to their nomadic habits, grazing everywhere, fighting everywhere, crossing everywhere, no wonder the varieties are mixed. But when you are close to or familiar with Mongolian men, what is surprising and unforgettable is their gentleness.

The so-called "gentleness" means that Mongolian men are soft-hearted although they also have the characteristics of fortitude and irritability.

Looking at the eyes of Mongolian men, there is always some pity hidden in the depths of their eyes. When they look at horses, sheep, children and women, this pity will be revealed, as if facing a fragile treasure.

Therefore, they often praise horses, women and land. The same is true of watching horses. Mongolians are different from others, especially from China. They can bring good luck.

In the eyes of Mongolian men, the horse is not a domestic animal, but a kind of superior creature with arrogant, magical speed and beautiful appearance. Therefore, when Mongolian men hold the horse's generous neck, the expression in their eyes is touching.

Their gentleness also includes romance. When Mongolian men find attractive women, they will stare unscrupulously.

In fact, every woman knows that being looked at is being praised. Mongolian men's eyes are like torches, which seem to burn out their clothes and shy hearts.

In the west, the word "romance" is almost regarded as a great quality of men. Not only lewd, but also can't touch in KTV rooms. It regards love as a major event in life, going through fire and water, touching and tragic. Of course, such a man is not very clever. For example, Bill Gates wouldn't do that.

But romantic people think that only fools will sacrifice romance for wealth. They also believe that it is foolish for a person to hide his attitude towards women.

So Mongolian men don't know much about hypocrisy. I am also amazed at the tenderness of Mongolian men when they sing.

There are thousands of Mongolian folk songs, but there are only three themes: mother, land and love. When these tough and solemn men sing, it's like carefully blowing fire with their lips, washing their faces with spring water, and carefully carving a Buddha statue with a knife.

None of the so-called songs of Mongolian men are so-called magnificent mountains and rivers. This leads to my second puzzle, that is, in Jiangnan, men are delicate, but people don't feel how gentle they are, and their exquisiteness is only manifested in property.

Then, in the cold north, Mongolian men's soft hearts turned positive to conform to their generous appearance. The second characteristic of Mongolian men is "stupidity".

Of course, I'm talking about people who live on the grassland. It is not accurate to say that they do not count, but that they do not count.

They think it's ridiculous to haggle over every ounce, and they are afraid of being considered smart by others. Such an image can't be a man on the grassland.

Of course, in this state of mind, their environment is inevitably underdeveloped. Moreover, "money", the most enlightening tool given by God, has not molded Mongolian men well.

Therefore, the outstanding people they can cultivate are athletes and artists, who achieve Excellence by physical strength and mind, unlike Jews who become big businessmen and scientists in actuarial and suffering. In the eyes of Mongolian men or Mongols, stealing other people's property is an unreasonable thing.

Stealing is not only an extremely shameful thing, but also an incredible thing. Why steal from others? They are confused about this.

So Mongolians sleep in summer and don't close the door at night. During the day, if the whole family goes out to graze, they won't close the door.

There is a half-open door to prevent livestock from entering. Their boxes are unlocked.

Because no one will go to other people's houses to rummage through boxes. For them, those acts of theft, robbery and corruption are simply the acts of the devil.

It is also a very interesting joke that the building is equipped with an anti-theft net, gold and silver jewelry are put in the safe, and cement steel plates are embedded in the safe as heavy as Mount Tai. Mongolian men like to drink.

Like Russian men, people believe that they are the best drinkers. The last feature of Mongolian men is laziness.

The heavy work of grazing and building houses is of course done by men, but it changes with the seasons. Usually, they never do housework.

In the morning, Mongolian men want to drink tea, which is an important lesson in the day. Two or three hours is not too long. Milking, cooking, burning tea, managing livestock, raising the elderly and children and other heavy labor are all borne by women.

I'm afraid they have never carefully observed the hardships of Mongolian women in life. In pastoral areas, you will see many elderly women bending over, which is the mark left by hard work.

If men help (just help) with some housework, they will be considered as "how can they do it?" Even women would think so. Therefore, being a Mongolian woman is very bitter.

The arrogant attitude of Mongolian men towards housework is far less humane than that of southern men who are keen on "buying, consuming and burning". Genghis Khan once said that my descendants can't live in cities.

Why can't they live in the city, because they are afraid of losing their physical strength, or because of their simple nature? Genghis Khan did not make it clear. The city is a place where outstanding people from all walks of life gather and all kinds of temptations are reflected.

It can be said that the city is a melting pot that devours minerals, metals and slag. For Mongolian men, living in the city will expose some bad characters, such as being keen on power and struggle, which will evaporate the excellent character of the nation itself.

They tend to feel inferior, pursue fame and gain, and worship the secrets of officialdom, instead of treating others and themselves with a calm and broad mind. This is probably one of the reasons why Genghis Khan was worried. Naturally, it is not easy for anyone to stand in the whirlpool of the city, see and hear, find a foothold, keep a pure and harmonious state of mind and be simple and natural.