1. Poems about Huang Qiao
Collection of words and sentences describing the dusk
Words describing the dusk include:
The sunset is gorgeous The light and shadow are mottled and the sunset is dotted. The sun sets in the west. The setting sun is like blood. The smoke is rising. The birds are returning to the forest. The lanterns are coming up. The night is low. The sun is setting in the west. The sun is setting in the west. The sun is setting in the west. The sun is setting in the west. Dusk Mingming
The poems describing dusk are:
1. Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
2. Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao and knew it was the Xiguo Gate of Xunyang. Three or four miles into the lone boat, water smoke, sand and rain were approaching dusk.
3. Your Excellency Silun's writing is quiet, and the bell and drum towers are carved with long inscriptions. Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang.
4. At dusk, the tide falls and the sand is bright in the south. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears. There is no water, no smoke, and the plain jade fields are cold and empty.
5. There is noisy singing and dancing in the painting hall, and no one comes and goes to watch. I have been accompanying you on the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk.
6. In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and trees full of cicadas. Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks.
7. The smoke from the ancient locust tree is thin, and the crows are sad at night, standing alone in the ditch at dusk. Looking at the southern country, I thought about it far away, and a new group of geese went to Tingzhou.
8. The mist is thick and the clouds are gloomy forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Sentences describing dusk include:
1. The setting sun leaves a long shadow, blood red. ...The sky quickly darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Over the citrus groves and narrow melon fields; the sun is the purple of pressed grapes, mixed with burgundy red.
2. Every evening, there are thick clouds and mist hanging in the sky. The setting sun can only take advantage of a little gap to shoot out streaks of crimson glow, like fish swimming in the sea. Occasionally, Rolling golden scales.
3. There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with the dishes from various warm dining tables, blending into a special smell. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. It is always warm, down-to-earth, and reunited.
4. The sky was getting dark, the setting sun was like blood, and the haze slowly enveloped the entire XX Mountain. There was only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood on the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Even though it was summer, But he still felt a chill. He stood there quietly and silently, as if nothing existed.
5. There is always no sense of boundaries in the evening. The sky should be dark or not; the lights should be turned on or not? The curtains should be closed or not
6. The evening sun passed through
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\"The mountains end with the plains, and the river enters Dahuangliu\"-----[Tang Dynasty] Li Bai
\"The river flows beyond the world, and the mountains are beautiful and invisible\"-----[Tang Dynasty] Du Fu
\"The long waves are rushing down like waves, and the mountains are like being cut into pieces\"-----[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
\"The mountains follow the plains and the fields end, and the river flows into the wilderness\"-----[Tang Dynasty] ]Li Bai
Reference materials: 3. Poems about mulberries
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Playing the drums and playing the tune of Xiang Ling, you will feel the treasures of the world when you read them. .
The poem is composed of seven steps like Chen Wang's chant, and several roots need to be broken to chant beautifully.
The clouds and trees are far away, and the road is far away, and the clear fragrance is steeply leaning against the ginseng.
It is common to see smallpox scattered in the screen, and it is necessary to catch the benevolent wind and make everything spring.
Qijue Three Mulberries
The mulberry house is quietly hidden in the green bushes, and the breeze reveals the beauty of the path.
The variety of red and purple tastes good when cooked, and a hint of sweetness melts into your heart.
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It is the spring breeze in March, and the beauty is still in love with Qiongzhi.
The feelings have turned deep purple, and it is clear that the sweet and sour taste is not yet tasted.
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When the spring breeze turned into rain again, Yaotai said goodbye without saying a word.
Don’t ask why Yin Hong is dyed, the mulberry fruit is spread all over the ground in poetry.
Picking Mulberries Su Shi
Even though he is passionate and emotional, he is still sick.
In the multi-view building, we meet each other over wine.
The joy is gone with a smile.
Stop drinking and listen to the pipa.
Twisting gently and stirring gently, drunken face melts in spring,
The river and sky are slanted with a touch of red. 4. Poems describing Du Juanhua
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: Mountain pomegranate, sent to Yuanjiu Mountain pomegranate, one mountain heel and one azalea.
The flowers flutter when the cuckoo crows. The cuckoo comes in March in Jiujiang, and every branch blooms with a sound.
On the upper level of Jiangcheng there was nothing to do, but at the foot of the mountain, people fell down in front of the hall. There are eighteen trees in a row, with countless roots and countless flowers.
Thousands of leaves are fresh, tender purple, bright red and fresh koji dust.
Tears stained Yanzhi's face, and the scissors tore the red silk scarf.
The banished immortal fell into sorrow at the beginning of his life, and the young girl married Jiao Nichun. The sun will drop blood and drop to the ground, and the wind will blow and the flames will burn people.
I folded two branches and held them in my hands. If I look closely, they don’t look like they exist in the world. This thing in the flower looks like Xishi, and the hibiscus and peony are all from the mother.
Who is the most beautiful person? The relics of the Yuan Dynasty were collected by the people who moved to Tongzhou. When I was first demoted to Jiangling, I was in the twilight of my youth.
Shangshan Qinling Mountains worry about killing the king, and the mountains and pomegranates are red on the road. What do you mean by writing a poem to report to me? The color of the bitter clouds is like a pomegranate skirt.
At that time, I was only thinking about me by the bushes. Today, I am only thinking about you in front of the fence. Yi Jun is not there, sitting there, the sun is blowing in the west wind.
Tang Bai Juyi: Playing with pomegranates in rivers and mountains. Pomegranates are planted near a small tree, half with red calyx and flowers. When I heard that Mrs. Sima was jealous, she moved to the front of the court and stopped.
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: The pomegranate flowers are blooming in Mount Xi, which were moved from Mount Lushan last year. Today’s flowers are in Chungju Prefecture, and they are trees in spring on the top of Mount Lushan. I take pity on the damaged roots and plant new ones, but I am still happy that the flowers are still blooming.
Who has red jade and a piano, and who has red valerian and Luo pants? But if you know how to be romantic and unrestrained, don’t be afraid of jealousy.
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: Ode to the cuckoo. The summer is blooming, but there is no such fragrance among the flowers. Beautiful autumn is suitable for small courtyards, with short corridors called low corridors.
Originally it was a thing on the top of a mountain, but now it is built under the roof. Thousands of bushes face each other, and thousands of flowers hold their heads high.
The scorching sun reaches the vermilion threshold, and the exquisiteness reflects the pink wall. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: Ode to the Rhododendron The flowers in the southern stream of Yuquan are strange, not like a cluster of flowers but like a fire.
Today, I am the only one who is passionate. I open it for no one every year for no reason. I would rather quit walking three miles and have two drinks with you.
There is still a general failure to live up to things and not orchestrate singing and dancing. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: Rhododendrons were seen in Xuancheng. In the Shu Kingdom, Zigui birds were heard, and azaleas were seen in Xuancheng.
One cry, one ileum, one break, three springs and three months of memories of Sanba. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: Rhododendrons at Jingxing Temple. The garden is red and intoxicating, with azaleas clustered on the ground.
If the Shu soul does not return to the blood, it should only be shed in this cluster. Caosong of the Tang Dynasty: Rhododendrons bloom one after another during the cold food day, and bloom during the cold food day.
Whoever’s home can’t help but have a fire will always have flowers here. Cheng Yanxiong of Tang Dynasty: Rhododendron Rhododendron and birds are both beautiful and beautiful.
It is suspected that the blood in the mouth dripped into flowers on the branches. There is a sound of cold food in the night, and there are several flowers in the wild monk's house.
Xie Bao can’t get out, and the sun is late and slanting. Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty: The rhododendrons in Jingxing Temple are extremely colorful. The red azaleas in the garden are drunk with flowers, and the branches are clustered on the ground.
If the Shu soul does not return to the blood, it should only be shed in this cluster. Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty: Sighing at Lingjiu Temple, there are thousands of pomegranates, water butterflies, rocks and bees unknown to them, and thousands of branches are covered with red dew.
Deep in the mountains, there is no one to watch the spring evening, which is when the cuckoos are urging them to fall.
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty: Poems on New Buildings The cuckoos are like fire, thousands of houses are demolished, and the red threshold is low, looking at the evening scene. The beautiful flowers cry to people in the dew, and the fallen flowers float in the spring breeze.
The early plum blossoms are waiting for a beautiful woman to fall, but who will be with me during the good months? Only this flower follows the birds, and the mountains are covered with red when they sing.
Li Xianyong of the Tang Dynasty: Tongyousheng wrote about the azaleas in the monastery. If they are as fragrant as others, they are difficult to be as good as the azaleas in mid-spring. The nature of peony is sparse from the southern country, and hibiscus is not enough to worry about for ten days.
Those who are able to survive but have good luck will rather be lonely and awake when they come. The forest of cranes is too prosperous and now there is an open space. Do not let branches go out to the surrounding areas.
Tang Shi Jianwu: Rhododendron Poems The azalea blooms beautifully when it is young, but the people in the imperial city do not recognize it. Ding Ning should not let the spring breeze blow and compare his beauty with the beauty.
Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty: Sending azaleas. The spring reds are beginning to fade and the autumn reds are beginning to fade. When the country is in ruins, they enter the Chu Palace. It should be that Shu complained endlessly, and complained to the west wind based on his color.
Xue Neng of Tang Dynasty: Cherishing Spring. Flowers bloom and fall, and the seasons secretly change. There is no plan to delay spring, but it may leave young people behind.
Butterflies are beginning to scatter in the small bushes, and cicadas are heard in the tall willows. Wherever the beauty goes, cuckoos sing all over the mountain.
. Yang Xingmin of the Tang Dynasty: Missing the title. The cuckoos are singing among the azaleas, and the light purple and deep red ones are near the stream.
Late in the day, Ji Guang searches for the guests' thoughts, and at dawn, I feel as if I am lost in the mountains. Yongtao of the Tang Dynasty: I heard the cuckoo's green pole was slightly exposed and the moon was exquisite, and Xie Bao was sad and cried alone in the wind.
You can smell blood dripping from high places, and a few branches of pomegranate turn red overnight. Yang Xunzhai of the Song Dynasty: The bright red drops of azalea reflect the rosy sky, and are stained with the blood of wronged birds.
The guest has no home yet, but he is speechless and affectionate towards the flowers. Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty: Rhododendron Why do you need to visit the famous garden to see the spring breeze? The mountain flowers along the way live up to it.
Every day the Jinjiang River looks like a brocade, and the clear stream reflects the red mountains. Zhen Mountain Folk of the Song Dynasty: Rhododendron. I worry about Suoba Yun. The past is empty, and I only send my regrets to the fragrant bushes.
It’s hard to turn white when you return home, and all the mountains are red when you cry for blood. The branches carry green smoke in the late night moon, and the soul flies into the brocade water in the old east wind.
To this day, I feel nostalgic and look into the eyes of passers-by.
Gao Guanguo of the Song Dynasty: Langtaosha·Azaleas cry to the end of the world, resenting their youth. Poor fog and blood-stained haze.
I remember that the west wind and autumn dew were cold, and I once greeted Sihua. The bright moon fills the window screens, and the tired guests miss home.
Spring and Worry in the Forbidden City. Ran Ran's broken soul cannot be summoned, the green is cold and the red is slanting.
Chen Renjie of the Song Dynasty: Qinyuanchun In order to ask the cuckoo, he urged him to return even if he died, but Ruhu will not return? Like the white crane in Liaodong, it still looks for its beautiful appearance; the mysterious bird in the sea still remembers its black clothes.
Wu and Shu are not far away, and their feathers are in good condition. Together they take advantage of the east wind and fly to the west.
Why do you want to be restrained by a barren tree and spill your blood on its branches? There is no need to be sad about the rise and fall of the world. How long will the prosperity of this world last? It’s good to look at Jinjiang, the crouching dragon is gone; there are no lambs in Yushan, so what’s the point of a leaping horse? I don't know how to forgive myself, and my exhortations are in vain. How do you know that our generation Xingzangjun knows? Minshan Road, waiting for the title of Marquis, it is not too late to return. Yuan Jiyi: Manjianghong is slow. After hundreds of years of hard work, he will achieve success and embrace the ice and snow.
Sprinkle it into the dust heap to make your heart clear. The root source is empty to the end, and the waves and branches are no longer separated.
There is no one in the world who is not a traveler, so there is no need to say anything. Dan should be secreted, and capsule should be knotted.
If there is no room to live in, there will be no way to go. Don't even think about others and me, right and wrong, good and bad.
The parrot's eagle cage is bleeding because of the interpretation of the language. For money and fame, carriages and horses, the world of mortals is softened, and the tongue is firmly hidden.
Yuan Shanzhu: Linjiang Fairy The swallows pass through the curtains and the deep courtyard is quiet, and the paintings are covered with flying catkins. The moss is soft green and lined with residual red.
Ask where spring is, it moves in the willow shade. As I get older, I lose my poetry and my thoughts, and I have less time to sort out silk tung trees between my knees.
The final sound of the song is full of meaning, and the cuckoo blooms. Yuanyun Yangzi: The river is full of red. Raise your empty fist, rest your face, and weigh the lump of iron.
A husband who dares to take on what is necessary at the time is strong-willed. The ancient Buddha held flowers and smiled slightly, but now several of them have snow up to their waists.
Sighing at the cuckoo cries till the branches bleed, who knows what will happen. It is difficult to distinguish the dreams of a mute person.
Deaf man, partial to explanation. On the top of a solitary peak, a wooden man talks.
The birds, crows, and apes are noisy, and the apes are chatting incessantly. The wind in the pines and the water in the streams are truly mysterious. This mechanism is broken to look at the cold sky and the moon in every house. 5. Poems about Eucommia
1. Poems about Eucommia
The eucommia flowers in the backyard are blooming. This is the first time I have seen eucommia flowers.
The milky yellow single petals fall among the leaves. They are fragrant and tasteless and very inconspicuous.
I checked on the computer and found out that Eucommia ulmoides is still a treasure.
It is more valuable than any scented tea, and high-end tea cannot compare with it.
I didn’t believe it, so I went to the backyard to pick some, then washed them and dried them.
It was stir-fried in the pot, and before I could recover, the aroma filled the room.
It turns out that Eucommia ulmoides is a beautiful young lady with an inconspicuous appearance but a sweet heart.
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My heart is boiling. It’s time for the garden that I have been cultivating for many years to bloom.
The Ganoderma lucidum grows day by day, and a large ginseng weighing more than a pound emerges.
Roses, roses, two kinds of other shore flowers,
Different roses, white jade axe, calla lily, leek lotus, phoenix tail bamboo, single-leaf orchid,
Bauhinia, unique peach blossoms, peach blossoms and so on are countless.
Now that the Eucommia ulmoides flowers are blooming, which means they bear fruit, I can propagate many Eucommia saplings.
If I expand my garden, it should be a good resort.
There are medicinal and edible plants in my villa, and they can cure all diseases in my courtyard.
In my lifetime, if I can really realize my dream, it will not be a waste of time for me to come to this world.
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Thinking of these, my heart surges. I shouldn’t live in confusion and numbness day by day.
For my dream, I redrafted the blueprint of Baiyuan Garden. The first thing to solve was the location selection and the start-up funds for the location.
Who will come up with these funds is a big problem. Government departments are busy trying to get promoted and make a fortune.
Can a capable entrepreneur take a fancy to my hard-working heart?
Somewhere, there is a force supporting me.
One is a Bodhisattva, and the other is my deceased parents-in-law.
My parents-in-law understand my difficulties and know their secrets.
He will also use all his tricks to help me.
I have been kind to people and believed in gods all my life.
Will the Bodhisattva who accompanies me every day stand by and watch?
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Once you have a goal in life and persevere, you will definitely succeed.
Over the years, I have been working hard, regardless of the harvest, and there are different surprises every year.
When I am most helpless, the flowers at home will change and bloom.
Thinking about this helps me see the light in times of despair.
I am not yet fifty years old. Although I have retired, I shouldn’t just wait to die, right?
I should strive for my ideals and work until I am old.
Thinking of these, I feel that I am much younger again.
My figure has become slimmer. I no longer used to be sick, and I often feel as light as a swallow.
For those with lofty ideals, God bless him forever young! 6. Poems about Lugu Lake
I have seen the vast Dongting Lake, which stretches as far as the eye can see; I have also seen the vast Taihu Lake, filled with mist; I have also seen the rippling blue waves, which are always suitable for light and heavy makeup. West Lake; but what moves me even more is the dreamlike and mysterious Lugu Lake.
This summer, my mother and I were lucky enough to visit the magical Lugu Lake. She is like a blue pearl embedded in the mountains of Yanyuan County, Sichuan Province.
Standing on a high mountain and overlooking this plateau lake, there are six islands in the lake, graceful and graceful, with lush trees. The lake has rippling blue waves and is clear all year round, dotted with bathing flowers. The lake is surrounded by green mountains, dense forests, towering ancient trees, and gurgling water. It is like a fairyland on earth.
The painter said that Lugu Lake cannot be painted because the water is too blue and the painting looks fake; the writer said that the water of Lugu Lake can be directly sucked into the pen to write poetry, but the poem cannot describe its meaning. The photographer said that Lugu Lake cannot be shown through the lens, because the lens shows what is happening outside the door, and the beauty of Lugu Lake can only be felt, not expressed in words. Indeed, it is a land that can arouse people's endless reverie. Quietness is the main theme of Lugu Lake. Standing by the lake, only the mountain wind blows one after another, pushing the ripples on the lake forward and forward.
A day in Lugu Lake, the picture keeps changing. In the early morning, there is morning mist on the mountains, green smoke on the lake, and faint red clouds. Under the dawn, the waves sparkled and the lake was silent. From time to time, boats shuttled through the gauze-like morning mist on the lake, disappearing and appearing. In the silence, sweet folk songs occasionally came. At noon, the breeze blew gently, ripples appeared layer by layer, and the boat floated like leaves. In the evening, the evening wind pushed the huge waves and rolled the snow-white waves. At night, the stars fell into the bottom of the lake, and the surroundings were silent, as misty as a fairyland.
Lugu Lake, because of its natural, wonderful and quiet scenery, has become a paradise on earth and a tourist attraction. No wonder, Mr. Locke, the captain of the American expedition team, also expressed his sincere admiration: It is really a place suitable for living on earth.
Lugu Lake makes my heart beat. I look forward to meeting you again!