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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. What describes Jiuzhaigou's poem 1, Yaochi was originally in the world, comparable to laughing at An Xuexian. There are heavenly roads leading to Jiuzhai and fairyland hovering.
2. There are many pearls in a hundred ponds, and the clouds are near 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.
3, surrounded by mountains, reflecting a pool of clear water and narrow mouth flow.
Lushan Mountain has been called Emei since ancient times. Why is Emei stranger than Jiuzhai? Waterfalls connected by blue lakes are stacked, giving a panoramic view of the fairyland of water, light and mountains.
5. Autumn tour Jiuzhai, red leaves open. 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.
The ancients didn't write it, maybe it was a hard road, and no great poet ever walked it. None of my poems are ancient poems. They are all written by modern people, but I don't know who wrote them.
3. One of the poems about Jiuzhaigou: Nuorilang
Perhaps, the dream of weaving into a river
This is the last time.
Stand at the crossroads
Time is running out.
Water, life loyalty.
Those crying birds have been flying.
At the moment of sudden fall
They looked out, and in the distance was the Tibetan countryside.
This water is everywhere.
This kind of crying is everywhere
Say goodbye to the snow-capped mountains in memory
Loud music fell from the sky.
incessancy
The water is talking and laughing.
Water, no flag
And move forward sincerely.
Form an eternal Jiuzhai.
The prayer flag filled the valley with praise.
I will accept your inspiration.
Hold it in the palm of your hand
Make it an eternal mystery.
Zainuorilang
Whose wail is this?
Still sticking to it day and night?
When water is in the sky of will
Wandering, when fate
Facing the gap
Maybe this is some kind of devastating disaster.
Produced some kind of
Great miracle
Second: multicolored pool
Yesterday's desire
Leave it to yesterday.
The wind blowing along Aba
Guided by mountains and water
On the plateau, look for the colorful zone of the soul.
There was a water riot.
Music full of time
When all the songs have evolved into silent recitation
You are quiet tears.
drop by drop
From the colorful chronology
Pour out in silence
You are a singer.
You are Dihe.
Thousands of years of silence, thousands of years of sleep.
This is the bottom
You can breathe.
You can put your body
And souls who have not yet traveled.
Zaijiuzhai
Reorganize the belief in water
In the fault zone with scattered thoughts
In painful times
Under the mysterious guidance of sunshine
Who doesn't want to believe in tomorrow's road?
Who is not today?
Lanyu
Listen to the colorful pool
God's advice
Third: Reed Sea
It's always been like this for ten thousand years.
In another 10 thousand years, it won't be different
Surrounded by mountains on the left and mountains on the right.
A gondola is flying in the air.
Interrupt Ozawa's dream
You've been hiding for too long
I came too late.
Break each other's silence
It's wild ducks flying gently on the water.
It's sunshine, dancing brightly in my home.
Spring is green and autumn is yellow.
The fracture occurred below the water surface.
The love of generations
Like waves
Then another wave.
In the same sea, you are split in two.
Through the closest distance.
A left and a right, far from each other.
This is a place to rest.
After pushing the door open, you were silent.
You are unfathomable
The wind on the river bed is still like that.
Touch the water gently and firmly.
You shake, the left side is quiet, the right side is quiet.
In the eyes of heredity
We've always been the same
It's always like this. Take your time.
Tears can flow slowly.
We can be like reeds.
go slow
Fourth: the village of water
I don't know when it started.
There are no crops here, the people in the stockade
Living on water, living in nine places.
Water grows here.
Flowing far away
There is no river
Land is flowing.
There's no flow direction.
The lower place is the ocean.
I have been walking outside the mountain gate all these years.
This time I stayed on your shore.
Put your hands on it and wipe your face.
Do it with your heart
On the edge of water
How many songs are sung farther and farther?
How much beauty has never changed?
Shuijing Jiuzhai
I can't wait to travel around.
Become a swan song
Haizi after Haizi.
Growing up in your arms
Grow into the eyes of the earth
Look at tomorrow's schedule.
Look at the sky, sunshine.
Close to emotions.
Like going home.
4. The poem describing Jiuzhaigou has become an eternal amber.
_ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's "Thinking of Five Poems, Part IV" has no mausoleum in the mountains, but the river is exhausted. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up.
Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens! _ _ _ _ Anonymous's "Shangxie" is full of flowers and water.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A plum is cut, a red lotus is fragrant, and the residual jade dies in autumn" is rolling along the east of the Yangtze River, and the waves are full of heroes.
_ _ _ _ Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xianzi Rolling the Yangtze River and Passing the Water East" is thin, the water is shallow and fragrant at dusk. _ _ _ _ Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden (I)" But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, we still raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's Song of Shu Yun/Escorting Yu Shuhua to the Building, a farewell letter to Xuanzhou Xielou, Xi Yun began to sink into the pavilion, and the rain came. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's "Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Night View/West Gate" is close to the water tower, and flowers and trees are easy to spring in the sun.
_ _ _ _ Su Lin's "Broken Sentence" withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. _ _ _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" asks how much sadness you can have. Like a river flowing eastward.
_ _ _ _ Li Yu's When is the Spring Flower and the Autumn Moon? The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Mountain Autumn Night" is independent in cold and autumn, and Xiangjiang River reaches Orange Island in the north.
_ _ _ _ Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha" I will keep walking until the river blocks my way, and then sit and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "My Retreat in Zhongnanshan"/Entering the mountain for the first time/Entering the mountain to send an old friend to the city, the phoenix that once played here, so that this place is named after them, has now been abandoned in this desolate river.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "On Deng Nanjing to Phoenix Terrace" Castle Peak is still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. _ _ _ _ Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xianzi Rolling East of the Yangtze River" sunset solitary Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * sky color.
_ _ _ _ Wang Bo's "Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion" The Jiangbi bird is over white, and the blue-and-white mountain is burning. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Two Poems" Why didn't the man take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan?
_ _ _ _ Li He's "Thirteen Songs of the South Garden, the Fifth Song" On April day in the world, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple misses you every day and drinks the Yangtze River water.
_ _ _ _ Li Chi Ngai's "I live at the head of the Yangtze River", the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Song of Jing Ke/Song of Crossing Yishui" The dream of the sea is long, and you are worried about me.
_ _ _ _ Unknown Xizhou Qu, a river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Things drift with the tide, a dream.
_ _ _ _ Li Yu's Crying at Night, Last Night's Storm is full of water and no words. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Jumping Cowherd Star" There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Hui Chong Riverside Night Scene/Hui Chong Riverside Small Well Scene is a village with thick mountains and rivers and no suspicious roads. _ _ _ _ Lu You's "A Visit to Shanxi Village" The sunken ship passed by Qian Fan, and Wan Muchun was in front of the diseased tree.
_ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Yangzhou First Club Appreciates Lotte" When did the singing and dancing of the West Lake stop outside the Qingshan Building outside the mountain? _ _ _ _ Lin Sheng's "The Inscription of Lin 'an Mansion" has come out of the water and is made in heaven and earth. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's "Sand waves and rain gurgling outside the curtain" leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Mountaineering" rides the wind, water rides the wind, and travels to Guan Yu. There are thousands of lights at night. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's Sauvignon Blanc, a trip to the mountains.
5. Who has a complete description of Jiuzhaigou? In spring, the buds are green and the waterfalls are brisk; In summer, the lake is surrounded by greenery, birds fly and swallows dance; In autumn, red leaves spread mountains and colorful forests are everywhere; In winter, the mountains are covered with snow and the ice falls are like jade. Jiuzhaigou Valley
Spring: With the arrival of spring, the ice and snow in Jiuzhaigou melt, the spring water overflows and the mountain flowers bloom. The snow in the distant mountains sets off the fairy tale world, and the gentle and lazy spring day kisses the lake, the spring bud and your natural mood. . What a beautiful season, what a beautiful scenery! Summer: In summer, Jiuzhaigou is shaded by lush trees, and colorful Haizi and running water comb the green branches and water plants. The screen-like waterfall expresses the most unrestrained passion in the four seasons, and the gentle wind blows flags, treetops and your free mood like running water. Autumn: Autumn is the most splendid season in Jiuzhaigou, with colorful red leaves and colorful forests reflected on the bright lake. Colorful falls in the lake and floats between rhymes. The clear sky in the distance is blue and clear, and the most beautiful scenery in nature is full of eyes.
Winter: Jiuzhaigou in winter becomes particularly quiet and poetic. The mountains are covered with silver, the waterfalls and lakes are pure and clean, and the ice on the blue lake is changing with wonderful ice patterns in the temperature difference between sunrise and sunset. The thin water flowing between the waterfalls in Ivylinna Lee produces refreshing music. Jiuzhai at four o'clock is famous for its scenery. Flowers and plants in spring, waterfalls in summer, red leaves in autumn and snow in winter are all amazing. And all this, in the depths of the plateau far away from the world, in the pure land where people can hear their heartbeat, is integrated into the beautiful scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and its feelings are hard to express in any human language.
6. How to describe the beautiful scenery of Jiuzhaigou 1, Jiuzhai is full of green everywhere in summer. Being in a fairytale dream world is really a paradise on earth. With the excitement of homesickness, I came to Jiuzhaigou, which is known as a fairyland on earth. In the morning, the sun shines on Jiuzhaigou, which is fresh and transparent. Jiuzhai after the rain is more beautiful and enchanting, far away from the noise of the city, breathing fresh air, which makes people relaxed and happy.
2. The beautiful Jiuzhai paradise, towering mountains, flawless white clouds and blue sky look like a fairy tale world. Water is the soul of Jiuzhaigou and is known as the "king of water features in the world".
The water in Jiuzhaigou is like the water in Tianchi. We first came to the wonderful mirror sea. As the name implies, it is like a big mirror. The scenery on the water was reproduced without distortion. You can't tell which is true. Then we came to the spectacular Shuzheng Waterfall. The water is swift and the ditches are endless, like ten thousand white horses galloping and thundering, which is spectacular. The water in Jiuzhaigou is a must.
The most unforgettable thing is Changhai. Changhai is located at the highest place in Jiuzhaigou. Looking from a distance, the long sea is shrouded in a mist, just like a fairy in white gauze.
Looking closer, a cold wind blew on my face, and the long sea lay there like a dragon.
7. What advertisements and poems describe Jiuzhaigou?
1, the magical Jiuzhaigou, is famous for its beautiful colorful ponds.
Jiuzhaigou has beautiful natural scenery and is a good place to travel.
Jiuzhaigou is tiring, but it's worth going. It's beautiful.
4. "Seeing is believing", I heard people say how the original natural landscape of Jiuzhaigou was before, but this time I went, it really deserved my reputation!
Colorful autumn adds infinite charm to Jiuzhaigou.
Jiuzhaigou has beautiful scenery and dotted lakes, which really makes people linger.
7. Jiuzhaigou, a tourist attraction, is really beautiful.
Jiuzhaigou has beautiful scenery and a constant stream of tourists.
Jiuzhaigou is a veritable paradise with beautiful scenery.
10, the magical scenery of Jiuzhaigou exudes a mysterious atmosphere everywhere, which fascinates me.
1 1. Don't think Jiuzhaigou is out of reach. Yuntai Mountain in Jiaozuo, Henan Province is a concrete and implicit Jiuzhaigou. You might as well have a visit.
Second, poetry.
1, "Shuilongyin Xiaogou connects to the Yangtze River in the east"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Xiaogou East is connected with the Yangtze River, and Liu Di and Wei 'an are connected with the clouds. Smoke village is chic, people are idle, and fishing matches market.
Immortality, waste an inch of yin, what has been achieved. However, the lotus root, the pearl and the japonica koi fish are old when they miss each other.
I am used to Yao Chi and Yu Shen drunk, because I miss the old couple in Qiu Fu. Qingluan dances and dances, swaying clothes, and heaven and earth are in the pot.
Floating into the world, the sound is broken, and the cold wind is thin. Holding a pipa, alone in the shadow of a silver toad, is difficult to send.
2. Liu Yu Gou Liu
Tang Dynasty: Mao Wenxi
The willow in the imperial ditch, which accounts for more than spring, is graceful and half out of the palace wall Sometimes the reflection is dipped in light and the dust waves ripple. Yesterday, during the Golden Lantern Festival, the wind danced and the waist was soft. Planted near the palace, it is rich in smoke.
3. the song of the bald head
Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun
Love should be as pure as snow in the mountains and as bright as clouds on the moon.
I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.
Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.
I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning.