Poetry about Jiuzhaigou water 1 Poems describing Jiuzhaigou scenery
Wang Ye: One day, it was a cold and sunny bay in autumn, and countless peaks were suddenly far away and near.
Wandering up the mountain to see wild water, I suddenly saw green mountains under the water. Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. "In the Mountain": The white stone in the west of Beijing comes out, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. "Stay in the mountain": The light of the mountain makes spring glow, not for lightness.
Even if it doesn't rain on a sunny and cloudy day, it's too deep in clothes. Night berth on Jiande River: When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun was fading and the old memories began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Pass by the old friend village and prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. "a night-mooring near maple bridge" on a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. "Take the mountain" away from the cold mountain, the stone road is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
(Du Fu, Wang Yue) We look at the green trees surrounding your village and the light blue distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") There is no doubt in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village.
(Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village) Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with a low initial water level. (Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang) How does the water of the Yellow River move out of the sky and into the ocean, which is gone forever?
(Li Bai's Into the Wine) The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai) The green hills on both sides of the strait are facing each other, and the sails are coming alone-Looking at Tianmen Mountain by Tang Li Bai is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
(Gao Shi: "Don't be big") Say goodbye to Bai Di Caiyun and return to Jiangling for one day. (Li Bai: "Early Making Baidicheng").
2. What poems describe Jiuzhaigou water?
1\ Jiuzhaigou landscape
Green hills
Green water
Green water
Green hills
The mountain is surrounded by water.
Water surrounds the mountain.
Surprisingly green.
Lovely green.
More colorful
Nojiro
Pearl beach
For example, white silk curtains
Can you still see the Eighth Ring Road?
Playing in the water under the waterfall and forgetting to come back.
Wukong voice cried
Shocked by the water curtain
They are all pearls.
Sarenjian
2\ Jiuzhaigou Essay/Meditation and Smelling Ink
Snow Mountain and Haizi
Waterfalls, grasslands
This is one aspect.
Beautiful land
Her beautiful and colorful style.
politely
Tick out a picture
Vivid landscape painting
namely
The magical paradise on earth-Jiuzhaigou
?
Water is the soul of this world.
Paths criss-crossing the fields.
Lakes are strewn at random
The waterfall flew down.
Different colors of water.
Green, green and blue
Blue, blue and ink
Colorful
Full of agility and change
?
Mountains are the backbone of the world.
Magnificent and abrupt
Ice condenses on the rocks.
Form a snow-covered mountain
The Golden Pagoda-like Holy Mountain-Xuebaoding
Enjoy the peak alone
praiseworthy
More eager to climb and conquer
?
Trees are full of vitality in this world.
Endless green
Dense virgin forest
Hiding a long history.
Its life is therefore "immortal"
?
Grassland is the hope of the world.
Abundant aquatic plants
Bloom is in Yuan Ye.
The wind stirred the ribbon.
Send wet grass incense.
Plush carpet
Spread to the sky
The grassland was left behind.
Footprints of the Red Army's Long March
Cattle and sheep are walking in the green.
herdsman
Generations have thrived here
Have the honor to be the master of "heaven"
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Everything is spiritual.
The mountain is beautiful and the water is beautiful.
The beauty of trees and grass
The truth in the world is better.
Let's walk into Jiuzhai.
Feel the selfless gift of nature
3\ The mountain spirits are in step,
The waterfall is jade-free.
The lake mirror changes with the light,
The breeze makes the tree harp.
3. 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 coming back from Jiuzhai, I visited the Tibetan family 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 coming back from Jiuzhai, I visited the Tibetan family 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.
4. What poems describe Jiuzhaigou water?
1\ Jiuzhaigou mountains and rivers, green mountains and waters, green mountains and waters, green mountains and waters, green mountains and waters, green mountains and waters, green mountains and waters, green mountains and waters, lovely beaches, colorful pearls, such as white silk curtains, are still visible under Bajie Waterfall, and you can't forget to return to Wukong. The sound of water curtains is breathtaking, and they are all pearls that have spilled on the world. Jiuzhaigou Essay/Quiet Mo Wen Snow Mountain, Haizi Waterfall and Grassland This is a beautiful land. Her beautiful and colorful painting style elegantly depicts a vivid landscape picture, which is a magical paradise on earth-Jiuzhaigou water is the spirit of the world, criss-crossing lakes, waterfalls and waterfalls are in different colors of green, emerald and blue, and colorful ink paintings are full of agility and change. Mountains are the backbone of the world, majestic and abrupt. Ice cubes condense on rocks, forming a golden pagoda-like white snow-capped mountain-Xuebaoding's exclusive respect for the peak makes people admire and are more eager to climb and conquer trees. The lush virgin forest in this world hides a long history, and its life is therefore "immortal". Grassland is the hope of the world. There are abundant aquatic plants and blooming flowers in Yuan Ye. When the wind blows, the grass smells wet, and a fluffy carpet is laid on the grassland in the sky, leaving the footprints of the Red Army's Long March. Cattle and sheep are walking in the green. Herdsmen have lived here for generations and are fortunate to be the masters of a "paradise". This beautiful mountain, water, trees and grass let us walk into Jiuzhai and feel the selfless gift of nature.
The lake mirror changes with the light, and the breeze makes the tree harp.