Writing ideas: Describe according to the meaning of the poem. First of all, the meaning of the poem is to describe the scene of living in the garden and farmland. You can write about living in the garden and farmland, admiring the distant mountains and rivers, but there is no arrangement of Qionglou and Zhuge. The sky covers the sun and stars, etc.
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Appreciating the color of the mountains and rivers, listening to the sounds of the mountains and rivers, moving the romance of the mighty mountains and rivers, feeling attached to the shallow embrace of the grass, calming the heartbeat, still in the mountains and rivers Pastoral room.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields, you can enjoy the distant scenery of the mountains and rivers. But there is no Qiong tower and Zhu Pavilion empty to cover the sun and stars, and the bright moon thousands of miles away caters to the autumn wind and sings the hut, disrupting the tranquility of the distant mountains, stirring up the long sail to row the clear waves; but there is no silver and snow hairpin to cover the spring scenery during the festival. The pearl screen and jade curtain reflected the deep palace, while the autumn chrysanthemums filled the ridges, the Double Ninth Festival dogwoods were green and green in the fields, and the light fog and thick clouds washed away Daizong.
But there are no brocade clothes and dances to decorate the spring city, but the flowers are drifting away and the melancholy leaves the wild geese to write back. The cold rain and the phoenix trees are lonely at night. At dusk, the shadows of the glasses of wine shake away the clear brilliance of the stars. . Returning to the garden and living in the fields, the majestic peaks of the flowing river are splashed with pink ink, and the lotus moving in the clear spring paints a scroll of tranquility.
Return to the garden and live in the fields, listening to the sound of the quiet mountains and rivers. Don't hear the shadows of frost and frost in front of the messy steps, but listen to the wind blowing thousands of miles away from the flowing water in the mountains. The strings move my heart, and a stream of spring gracefully touches the green grass in front of the house. The strings move the mountain rock layers, leisurely and leisurely, like a crane in the clear sky; I don't hear the bells and drums. The wind and rain on the tower are dusty, and the autumn water stretches all the way to the depths of the bamboo forest. A long and throbbing scream makes Wudu return to the hermitage, and the cry of the ape is stirred deep in the forest, and the sadness under the moon rises.
Instead of hearing the gorgeous jade plate with delicacies, I listen to the bright moon and the maple leaves on the branches. I am intoxicated by the joy of the golden fields and the crows of frogs. I am intoxicated by the fragrance of rice flowers and the cries of birds. Returning to the garden and living in the fields, a song of pride flows in the clouds, and a phrase is poured out from the firewood at dusk.
Return to the garden and live in the fields, thinking about the leisurely mountains and rivers. Instead of drizzle that covered the smokey willows in the imperial capital, the emperor was intoxicated by the luxurious spring scenery. He invited a few strands of green silk and green ribbons, admired the BMWs and carved carriages on the road, drank and sang songs, and talked and laughed; but he felt that the dust was light. The evening dew wetted the corners of skirts and skirts. Some people were hoeing beans in the southern mountains, and picking up orchids and chrysanthemums on the mountains beside the road. The branches and leaves were filled with the lingering scent of tea. Returning to the garden and living in the fields, I step on a pair of mango shoes to welcome the bushes of Jingke bushes, and support a bamboo stick to let the sound of wind and snow fall.
The romance connected with the vast desert mountains and rivers, lingering in the shallow embrace of the fragrant grass, the calmness of the heartbeat; go out of the city, look at the countryside, the mountains are green, the lake is clear, the forest is moving, and the wind is still singing. Between mountains, rivers and countryside.