The poem about soil forest is 1. I want to describe the poem about the soil forest.
Xiangzi Yuanmou Tulin-Li Xiqing
The walls are heavy. Wanta wears empty. Dai Qing school, Yi women calm down. The rhinoceros looks at the moon, and the fairy wears red. Play fairy monsters, build castles, and walk snakes and dragons.
Exquisite carving, fantastic workmanship. It's a long journey, and time flies. Heaven and earth, splendid feelings are the same. Gradually outside Qianshan, in the sunset, in your arms.
Note: Xiangzi, brand name. Yuanmou soil forest in Yuanmou county, Yunnan province is a special landform formed by local black loess layer eroded by rain.
Comment: This is a poem by Ji You describing Yuanmou soil forest in Yunnan. The first half of the poem describes the characteristics of local people's clothing, which is intended to show the style of Yuanmou people. Then select several wonders of soil forest to praise the magical power of nature. The last four sentences integrate heaven and earth, further expressing the author's amazing feeling and openness to natural scenery. Zhang Xiquan
Yuanmou Lintu
The natural wonders are hidden in wild hazelnuts, and the craftsmanship is completely new.
The sword is mighty, the yellow sand is long and the jade is rugged.
The first Millennium of the city returns to the moon, and the spring of rock grass is still glorious.
The sunset is boundless and windy, and the sunset glow shines on people who travel far away.
2. Stone Forest Poetry
Lu Xun's poem mourns Yang Quan (1933). Are you as proud as before? Bloom spent two reasons. When did he cry for Jiang Nanyu and the people? He used to spend spring in the long night (193 1 year). His wife put silk on her young temples. In her dream, she was illuminated like water by the faint and kind moonlight. I laughed at myself (1932) for what I handed over the canopy, but I was afraid to turn over and meet each other. A broken hat covers my face in the downtown area, and the boat leaks wine. I bow my head and be a willing ox. I hid in a small building and became a unified one, regardless of winter in Xia Chunqiu. I answer the guest (65438+). Do you know that those who make trouble look back smaller than Tu? My brothers often go to their hometown in their dreams. They believe that there is bitterness and parting in the world. Leaning on the bed at night, I miss my brothers, the residual lights are like beans, and the moonlight is like a shadow. There are two reasons for mourning Yang Quanru's old days and bloom's flowers falling. When I shed tears for Jiang Nanyu, I was crying for the people. My puppet in the last autumn of the Year of the Hai once surprised the world and dared to send spring to the end. The sea of dust is vast and heavy, and the golden wind is bleak and far away. The young woman has silk on her temples. In the dream, she vaguely loved her mother's tears, and the king's flag changed over the city. She endured watching her peers become new ghosts and angrily looked for poems from the knife. When she sings, her eyebrows are low and the moonlight is like water. No title, no Artemisia, she dares to sing and mourn. Her heart is vast, even broad, listening to thunder in a quiet place. She laughed at what she wanted being given to the canopy. Not to mention winter, summer, spring and autumn. There is no way to escape from the small statue of Lingtai, and the wind and rain are like rock, and my hometown is in darkness. I wish the cold star is not clean, and the blood is recommended to Xuanyuan. It's still there to prevent Yu Dafu from moving to Hangzhou for a holiday, and the five parties can't find it. Chu and Chutian are at peace, the mountains are fragrant, and Gao Cen is shrouded. General Yue's grave is deserted, and Meihe is desolate. Why did the family travel so far?
3. Turing composition
The reason why I went to Tulin to play is because at noon on a Wednesday, I accidentally saw an advertisement for the mysterious Tulin on TV.
Since then, I have been fantasizing about the beauty of the soil forest. I feel Turing waving to me.
My wish has finally come true this winter vacation. The real soil forest is far better than I imagined. That was February 15, 2009.
I went to Tulin with my parents, my menstruating aunt and sister, and several uncles and aunts. Entering the gate of scarlet soil forest, we stepped on the path paved with soft and fine sand.
It was afternoon when we went to Turin. The afterglow of the sunset falls on the path, and the path is golden under the afterglow of the sunset.
I watched the fine sand road that was illuminated by the sun turn into a golden sand road, and I watched the mountains in the distance suddenly unrestrained. I took off my shoes and ran freely to the mountains like a wild horse running happily on the path. Soon I ran into the arms of the mountains.
Those mountains are mounds of different sizes, some of which split from the middle (add a period) and stand under the cracks, towering and steep as deep valleys on both sides; Some spikes fork from the ground to the sky, like a sword; There is also a Wanli, which rises from the ground and seems to go straight into the sky; There are also some big stones born in the soil forest, grotesque (with colons), like dinosaur heads (pauses), like snakes (pauses), like mice ... Those peaks are not only grotesque, but also have special dents. The afterglow of the sunset gradually faded on the soil forest, but those peaks and cliffs, the strange dents carved by nature, were printed in my eyes, in my heart and deeply in my heart: let's start with the canyon peaks and their similarities.
Almost every mountain peak and canyon is divided into several layers or dozens of layers. Because there is a thin, wide but hard slate between them.
So the peak of dozens of floors looks like a skyscraper built in the mountains from a distance. There are also some differences between them, that is, beautiful and charming patterns (commas) are engraved on the canyon, but not on the mountain peak.
Now let's talk about unique patterns. The patterns on the cliff are very special (with commas), just like those carved by an outstanding artist. Some are like pearls (with commas), some are like crowns (with commas), and some are like ingots ... Looking at the patterns on the cliff, I really feel that there are too many stars in the sky to see them all.
While I was enjoying these strange natural beauty, an uncle who came with us caught up with me. When he saw the mysterious soil forest, he couldn't help sighing ... We walked and watched the beautiful scenery, and gradually I was intoxicated with it (add commas). I didn't remember going home until it was dark. The mysterious soil forest is really beautiful! At first Turing waved to me, and now I waved goodbye to Turing.
I really don't want to be separated from Turing.