Beautiful poems of water

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, a beautiful poem about water 1, raise a glass to allay our worries.

The water in Chuzhou is crystal clear, as if it were empty, as straight as the distant sea.

But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? .

Three-point spring; Two parts dust, one part running water.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")

The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")

On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain))

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

A beautiful poem about water II. The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake trees all over the river.