Poetry about Jiuzhaigou Waterfall 1. Poems and famous sayings about Jiuzhaigou
There are also narrow streams with clear water and Jiuzhaigou group poems surrounded by mountains/Wang Jiucheng (male, born in July in Laiyang, Shandong, 1970).
Poetry and prose were published from 65438 to 0989. 1994 published a collection of prose poems, wishing you every year.
Now he is the editor of a magazine in Xi. On the way to Jiuzhai, the thin road took over my gradually lighter body and went straight up. Holding the cloud belt with the hand of Xuefeng and looking down at the overlapping roads with the eyes of the sky, the water of Minjiang River never stopped, running to a distant destination, away from the heart, away from the colorful and pure girl whose face was dyed red by the sun, carrying the crystal in the stone, or the mysterious spell that was not opened.
The gift comes from every visitor's touching tibetan songs, and the thin oxygen is enough to breathe the eagle's circling and pecking. Let the patterns of clouds become more colorful. It's hard for the sun to stop, and it's easy for yaks to find poor Cordyceps sinensis. Just cough and cut the heart and lungs. A piece of soil can grow a wooden house. The rice in the distance gradually adapted to the hardness of hypoxia. On this road to Jiuzhai, I reached a height that many people can't reach all their lives. Jiuzhai in the middle of winter is a warm scene for the snow on the roadside. I heard the flow. The call of the Millennium water is approaching the deep road step by step, and the mountain peak is coming from the height of hypoxia and entering the original hinterland from modern times. I forgot my existence in an instant, approached the bonfire at night and jumped into the wild pot. Where there is fire, there is a fiery heart, a dancing soul and a waterfall. Can you wake up the transparent wind of the phoenix resting in the water? In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village where I lost a Tibetan knife. 3. After returning from Jiuzhai, I visited the Tibetan people's house and saw the matriarchal Condor hovering in the distance at the top of the sunset. Colorful prayer flags tell the story of the wind, and the pious holy mountain shines with eternal light. The roadside is full of crawling figures, and the suffering of blood is hidden in the desolate pastoral snow. The white Hada handed out auspicious greetings to the collectors, waiting for their lofty sentiments. In the boiling butter tea, the girl's face is reflected on the stove, and highland barley wine bounces into my ordinary heart. The legend of polyandry touched my aching nerves, and the chanting on my head purified my dusty journey. I came back from the magical paradise and walked into the dignified people here. I call them brothers and sisters. The picture here is more like my dream. Jiuzhaigou, which has passed the late autumn, reflects the laurel of ice and snow and the splendid clothes of clouds in this clear water warmed by the sky and flames. Transparent fish grew up in thousands of folk songs, and the Tibetan knives they carried were dimmed by long-term loss. The fire of red leaves lights up the frost poems flowing in Jiuzhaigou in autumn, waiting for the familiar footsteps to knock on the wind leading to heaven. In the distance, there was a pious prayer, and the Tibetan language floating on the prayer flags washed away the dust scattered in the soul. The water flow led by the horn conveyed a clear message of life between the stone and the sky. A clear Buddha's light opened the bonfire and the dance stirred up gushed out from the bones. Countless restless birds flapped their wings and dreamy white swans puzzled the water. The silvery music is full of young wisdom. Walking in Jiuzhaigou in late autumn, all creatures will be cleaner than when they came. Personal introduction: Wang Jiucheng, Jiuzhaigou Group Poems/Wang Jiucheng 1. On the way to Jiuzhai, the thin road took over my gradually lighter body and went straight up. Holding the cloud belt with the hand of Xuefeng and looking down at the overlapping roads with the eyes of the sky, the water of Minjiang River never stopped, running to a distant destination, away from the heart, away from the colorful and pure girl whose face was dyed red by the sun, carrying the crystal in the stone, or the mysterious spell that was not opened.
The gift comes from every visitor's touching tibetan songs, and the thin oxygen is enough to breathe the eagle's circling and pecking. Let the patterns of clouds become more colorful. It's hard for the sun to stop, and it's easy for yaks to find poor Cordyceps sinensis. Just cough and cut the heart and lungs. A piece of soil can grow a wooden house. The rice in the distance gradually adapted to the hardness of hypoxia. On this road to Jiuzhai, I reached a height that many people can't reach all their lives. Jiuzhai in the middle of winter is a warm scene for the snow on the roadside. I heard the flow. The call of the Millennium water is approaching the deep road step by step, and the mountain peak is coming from the height of hypoxia and entering the original hinterland from modern times. I forgot my existence in an instant, approached the bonfire at night and jumped into the wild pot. Where there is fire, there is a fiery heart, a dancing soul and a waterfall. Can you wake up the transparent wind of the phoenix resting in the water? In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village where I lost a Tibetan knife. 3. After returning from Jiuzhai, I visited the Tibetan people's house and saw the matriarchal Condor hovering in the distance at the top of the sunset. Colorful prayer flags tell the story of the wind, and the pious holy mountain shines with eternal light. The roadside is full of crawling figures, and the suffering of blood is hidden in the desolate pastoral snow. The white Hada handed out auspicious greetings to the collectors, waiting for their lofty sentiments. In the boiling butter tea, the girl's face is reflected on the stove, and highland barley wine bounces into my ordinary heart. The legend of polyandry touched my aching nerves, and the chanting on my head purified my dusty journey. I came back from the magical paradise and walked into the dignified people here. I call them brothers and sisters. The picture here is more like my dream. Jiuzhaigou, which has passed the late autumn, reflects the laurel of ice and snow and the splendid clothes of clouds in this clear water warmed by the sky and flames. Transparent fish grew up in thousands of folk songs, and the Tibetan knives they carried were dimmed by long-term loss. The fire of red leaves lights up the frost poems flowing in Jiuzhaigou in autumn, waiting for the familiar footsteps to knock on the wind leading to heaven. Tibetan prayers floating on the distant prayer flags washed away the dust scattered in the soul. The water flow led by the horn conveyed clear information life between the stone and the sky. The dance inspired by a clear Buddha's light opened the bonfire gushing from the bones. Countless restless birds flapped their wings and dreamed that the white swan confused the water. The glittering silver music is full of young wisdom. All creatures that walk through Jiuzhaigou in late autumn will be cleaner than when they came.
2. When you admire the waterfall in Jiuzhaigou, which poem will you think of?
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Yaochi was born in the world, and she looks like an Xuexian.
There are heavenly roads leading to Jiuzhai and fairyland hovering.
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Hundreds of ponds count pearls, flowing clouds and flowing water are close to Mao 'an in the water.
A ditch with thick pine forests and green eyes is full of beautiful sapphire blue.
Fortunately, there is no Buddha chanting in the mountains, which coincides with the guest's poem.
Jingjia belongs to the literati generation, and I can earn some money by staying in Huazhang.
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All around the mountain, the peak reflects a pool of clear water with a narrow mouth.
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Shushan has been called Emei since ancient times. How strange is Emei than Jiuzhai?
Waterfalls connected by blue lakes are stacked, giving a panoramic view of the fairyland of water, light and mountains.
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Visit Jiuzhai in autumn, and the red leaves beat bloom. The blue sea is colorful and the snow dances with swords and stones.
Take care of fairyland and wander step by step. Wave goodbye for a while and meet again.
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Jiuzhaigou, a poem by modern poet Xiaocao;
Looking at the colorful pools in the forest, fish are swimming around in the clouds and birds are talking happily;
The waterfall falls on the face, and the landscape of Jiuzhai rises to heaven.
It is a true interpretation of Jiuzhaigou.
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Jiuzhaigou, which enjoys a long reputation, is fortunate to be in the middle reaches of the village.
Mountains and rivers connect the sky, and gradient waterfalls are different.
Blue waves reflect snow, and mountains are more secluded than water.
Spring flows through mountains, trees are surrounded by water, and the five colors are particularly beautiful.
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Magic mirror fragments scattered on the ground, Haizi pearls cleverly inlaid.
The fairy tale world is famous for Jiuzhai, and Baigou holy water is accompanied by Xianshan.
Please write a modern poem about Jiuzhaigou Waterfall with pictures according to these photos.
The waterfalls in Jiuzhaigou,
It's shocking.
A trickle-
Say goodbye to the peak with tears,
Put a little song through,
Happy hugs, small gatherings,
Hold your head high.
Ten thousand streams converge,
The waterfall roared into the sky.
Waterfalls—
If the silver dragon races and jumps, rolling snow and thundering,
If pearls splash and people hit the guqin,
If the clouds roll up and the magpies build a rainbow,
If horse racing in Tibet is wild and rough,
If the pilgrimage crowd is spectacular ...
Water droplets splashed on my face,
The coolness melts into my heart. ...
Looking up at the waterfall, thinking,
Heart smell snow mountain chanting:
Reptiles and gurgles gather in the sea,
Cascades of waterfalls show Poseidon. ...
Seeing the waterfall lies in the momentum.
Listen to the waterfall. In ancient times,
Enlightenment falls in the heart. ...
Jiuzhaigou Pearl Beach Waterfall
With the towering trees in the virgin forest,
Water plants are better than swan sea, and swan sea is more nourishing than velvet antler.
Panda laughs at the beautiful memories of Panda Sea.
I enjoyed the autumn colors reflected by the light and water features of Wuhai Mountain.
So suddenly I did a bungee jump with excitement.
The waterfall rushed out of the mountain stream and greeted the cheers out of thin air.
There are temptations elsewhere, and I have made a choice.
Mainly 1000 handfuls of rice and mercury, so enjoyable.
Countless transparent pearls jump on the rock slope,
Sunbathing, brilliant children's chorus.
Oh, Pearl Beach Waterfall always uses Fu, Bi and Xing.
Sing a poem for Jiuzhaigou in the fairy tale.
Jiuzhaigou waterfall
blue sky
Layers of jade curtains hang mountains and rivers, and strings of pearls fall into Longtan.
The colorful silk is roaring and roaring, and it is spectacular in Ma Benteng.
4. What are the good sentences describing "Jiuzhaigou Pearl Beach Waterfall"?
1, I saw a milky waterfall, which stirred waves at the foot of the mountain and the water was foggy.
This flying stream is like thousands of wild animals fighting and roaring, and finally they wrestle with each other and roll down, splashing all over the mountain, making a mist.
The waterfall falls from the cliff like a flying chain.
4. The flying explosion hit the rocks on the shore, arousing thousands of splashes and turning them into colorful water drops in the sun.
The waterfall flows down from mid-air like a shining crystal curtain.
6. There is a waterfall with a thick mouth, which seems to be a long silver thread without end, hanging upside down on the loom of the goddess.
7. The waterfall is like a white jade belt, pouring down between boulders.
8. The waterfall is about 20 meters high. It is surrounded by white clouds, like a group of tigers. It suddenly woke up and roared down the hill. It thunders and runs like snow.
9. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several strands, and it was no longer a neat and smooth cloth.
10, a white law fell from the sky, like a giant column, soaring into the sky, like lightning splitting the sky, which was particularly eye-catching.
1 1. The Great Waterfall is close at hand, and it pours down from the stone bed, just like a flood burst its banks and the sea is upside down.
12 A water curtain, like a huge white cloth belt, jumped over the treetops from the cliff and rushed down the hill.
13, the waterfall rushed down from above, splashing, crystal clear, like a small white plum, falling like a light rain.
14, the waterfall is like the milky way, shining with thousands of rays of light.
15, a raging waterfall, roared and swooped down the hill, making an amazing rumble. It was Malik Pentium.
16. The waterfall falls vertically. Fell on the rocks protruding from the stone wall, nectar flew in and jasper was crushed. The splashing water forms a large splash, like a milky white thin smoke.
5. A sentence praising Jiuzhaigou Waterfall, a poem, whatever you want.
Baishuiyan Waterfall —— [Qing] Rock becomes Wan Li Water Pool, which is heard ten miles away.
Iwaguchi was even more fierce, making a dash for the door and hanging a white dragon. The dragon must bathe in the rain, the sun is red and the jade is swaying.
The snow is clean, the knife ruler falls, and the big beads and small beads float with the wind. Wind-folded paintings are disguised, and three drops and three liters of stones are not allowed.
Like a long pole hanging upside down, the meat flies and the rope jumps back. Fu rhinoceros buried his head and dared not go out, but slept with the security guard to cover the obstacles.
I want to cut this water and put it in my sleeve, saying that if the book is dry-sealed. Knock on the door and drop horsehair on the bottle to make the seedlings flat and green.
Isn't it wise to sit on the incense burner peak in Gu Quan and enjoy the success? "Xitan Waterfall hangs in the shadow of cliff"-[Qing] Huang Pei Jiexitan Waterfall hangs in the shadow of cliff, with high snow waves and water everywhere.
I'm tired of looking at the fence several times. I love his innocence. "White water sinks the rhinoceros" —— Zhou Mingxian's "Rainbow Spring flies like thousands of feet", under which there is a blue rhinoceros line.
Waterfalls are picturesque, and the suspended flow is uneven. Snowflakes splash in the sunshine, and the grass grows on the shore and warblers fly.
This alliance can make stagnation clear. Huangguoshu Waterfall Pavilion-anonymous white water is like cotton, and the flowers are scattered without bows; Colorful clouds are like brocade, so you don't have to weave the sky.
"Untitled"-"Fantasy of Poets in the South of the Yangtze River" The curtain is hung with a bead curtain, and the misty purple smoke is rolled into a line. Water clouds give birth to dragons, and thunder drums are loud and shocking.
Huangguoshu Waterfall —— Zhai Peiji's "White Water in the Vast Mountains" suddenly stopped the cliff and fell nine times. Such as the sound of thunder shaking heaven and earth, such as rivers and dragons.
In the Wan Li, blue gauze is thrown in the clear sky, and pearl rainbows are sprayed with snow. Water curtain cave watched the sunset, and the clouds steamed and smothered.
Huangguoshu Waterfall-the vast autumn water always feels that the clothes are stained with drizzle, and the thick pearls splash down the flowers. Wukong doesn't see the yellow fruit falling. Water curtain cave praised Huangguoshu Waterfall in Wugong-the years are like songs, and the sound is like the thunder of Qian Shan. The milky way in the sky is a white tiger, and there is a dragon in Zhenning Pool.
In water curtain cave, eternal life, night rain, golden street fog and driving. Who hung up the silver screen for nine years, let the water paint the sky.
"A short song on the water"-[Ming] Xie Sanxiu rushed into the ravine and spilled into thousands of feet waves on the beach. Plain shadows float in the air, and cold voices fall in the Milky Way.
Sitting in a lonely pavilion, the husband thinks too much. Wet clothes splashed across the river, opposite Maoli.
If not, the Wan Li of the Yellow River is worried about Lvliang, but it's gone. Kuimen will quit Qutang in May. The origin of overlapping water is too evil, and the stone is so turbulent that it can't sail.
Don't be afraid of Ning Er. Gone with the world is more dangerous than water. "Songs of Baishui River"-[Qing] Tian Wenkuanglu Waterfall is unique in the world, like Baishui River irrigating rhinoceros pond; Han Yin falls three times and then goes down, and Yuhong drinks a hundred feet of water, which can be explored; The sound is like breaking the wind, and the road is like the mouth of Sun Jinhua.
Longmen Gorge is the first scenery at the beginning of mountaineering. The waterfall comes from the top of the mountain, where the terrain is gentle, but the current is not small, clear and pure, rushing through the rocks and splashing countless broken jade-like waves. On both sides of the mountain stream, trees are lush, climbing up the stairs, and water drops are dripping from the tip of the blade, rendering the water moist and crystal clear after the rain.
There is a particularly quiet road in Shanglongmenxia, because it is a little far from the front and back waterfalls and there are few noisy sounds. Occasionally, birds sing in the distant forest, accompanied by the sound of running water from the mountain stream opposite the forest on one side of the mountain road, and what kind of theme is completely heartfelt.
This is another kind of scenery near the 10 fold ancient road. Halfway up Daming Mountain, it is foggy. A cable bridge spans a mountain stream. Looking down from here, or looking into the open space in the distance, the hazy feeling gradually becomes stronger.
The ancient road twists and turns, which is called 10% off, showing the high gap. Standing at the corner of the ancient road, the waterfall just flowed down from the side, and the splashing rain and fog almost surrounded the whole body.
However, these are just overtures. The real beauty of Daming Mountain is the waterfall source at the top of the mountain and the Longmen crossing of cliffs on both sides. The source of the waterfall is a small stream, which flows slowly from the ravine on the other side of the thousand mu meadow and flows straight to the edge of the cliff, forming a white bead curtain.
There are many sentences praising waterfalls, so I won't say much about them. Moreover, the waterfalls in Daming Mountain may not be absolutely magnificent, but the four characters "Hidden Dragon and Hidden Virtue" next to the waterfalls appropriately describe its uniqueness, and "Flying to the Dragon Gate" just metaphors this point. There is no fog in the standard photo of Longmen Ferry I have seen before. In my opinion, Longmen Ferry without fog is just a cable bridge with cliffs on both sides and a waterfall.
I can imagine, on the cable bridge, in mid-air, watching the waterfall go straight down, or overlooking the mountains, but beauty is beauty, not necessarily intoxicated. And the fog on this day is really rare.
It is usually the feeling of people looking up at the sky, but here is close at hand. The top of the mountain is empty, and the fog rises from the valley, so we can't get up here.
The wind blows from a thousand acres of grass. When it rises and falls, the fog is blown to pieces. When there is no wind, the fog slowly accumulates and the whole cable bridge is submerged in white fog. There is only a slight color difference between the light brown cliff and the trees on the other side. Walking on the cable bridge, you can indulge your feelings as much as you like, like shuttling back and forth between heaven and earth. Everywhere is full of shadowy tourists, strolling or stopping, and the ethereal spirit of fairyland makes people linger.
Only at this time, you will feel that the journey just now is a bit too long, even though the trees are shaded and the waterfalls and mountains are accompanied along the way. More precisely, a day halfway up the mountain has existed in the world for thousands of years. This is a myth, but in retrospect, I still think we should stay longer, although we have fallen behind for a long time.