The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River only highlights her femininity in the rain. Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, with many towers in the misty rain. What a delicate and leisurely Jiangnan, what an elegant and meticulous picture scroll, this is the misty rain in Jiangnan, with an ancient charm! Listen to the spring rain alone in the porch window, and look closely at the flying catkins to moisten everything. Thoughts turn into swift, fly on the eaves of blue tiles, skim the rippling lake, hover in the blue fields, and shuttle between the willows of Yiyi. The rain soaked the feathers, but it also washed away the dust and took away the lead.
The way back is still full of twists and turns. Actually, there is always a beginning and an end in the world. Too many people like to divide the middle paragraph into several paragraphs, cut each paragraph firmly and let it end. And how many endless expectations and hopes in this world will still be entangled after the end of imagination? In a humble vision full of new life, how many times will there be obsession?
On both sides of the river, there are mountain springs falling from time to time on cliffs hundreds of meters high. Bowl-sized spring water falls into the pool and becomes water mist. Water mist came to my face and floated on my face. In an instant, I felt that I had washed away all the troubles brought by this world, and the mood of forgetting was born.
6. At the end of Dayangxi, the mountainside is called Bajiao Mountain. The river slowly flows out of the fairy cave, and the hole is shrouded in mist. A stalactite more than ten meters high stands at the mouth of the cave and looks like a fairy descending to earth. There is a story among the local people that the immortal came down to protect the army from strange swords, which cast a mysterious veil on the fairy cave.
7. The wind is surging and the clouds are swaying, lingering in the quiet early rain in the mountains, empty and vast. Still hiding half of her face behind her guitar from us, a stone path is looming and winding, imagining whether there will be cherry blossoms left over from summer dancing in the cool breath, and perhaps the grass with wild flowers will be self-sufficient in this image. Perhaps, I can let more birds pass by, wake up the sleeping spring and let it snuggle with autumn.
8. I climbed trees and rocks, fell several times and got up again. I'm sweaty and out of breath. The higher the mountain, the steeper the mountain road. Near the top of the mountain, the stone wall is bare and inclined, and there are fewer and fewer leaves. I just want to sit down and have a rest, but my friends have surpassed me and are walking towards the top of the mountain. I said weakly; I can't. I can't climb up without Li.
9. In the afternoon sunshine, the weather is particularly sunny. Although it is a little hot, I don't want to mention how happy I am to see the lotus leaves and holy lotus flowers dancing in the wind. At this moment, it reminds me of Yang Wanli's beautiful poem of infinite lotus leaves and different colors of lotus flowers. Occasionally, a dragonfly stood on the tip of the lotus, and his little lotus only showed its sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it. What a harmonious and beautiful scene it is!
10, the plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River are long, and the sun is hidden, so I refused to enter for a long time. My heart is soaked in rain, getting wet gradually, breeding leisure worries and turning into a little sadness. Being intoxicated in this dream woven by drizzle is like being intoxicated in a beautiful encounter. The wind blows here, sticky and sticky with the thoughts of passers-by. When the rain comes here, it is entangled in a line, pestering people to miss the world. Throughout the ages, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River has attracted many women. Throughout the ages, how many emperors and generals, dignitaries, dude, literati, and talented people have lingered here, and how much sadness is lingering.
1 1. Just as this poem did not leave the author's name, reeds were also forgotten in the shallows on both sides of the swamp. She was born by choosing water, bloom in summer and autumn. Some flowers are not bright and have no faint fragrance when they bloom. Bees and butterflies fly by without resting. Waterbirds live in humble dwellings, there is no food to find, and yingguo can't satisfy their hunger. Throughout the ages, countless sages rarely wrote poems for her, which can only be attributed to the wild reeds and "ugly" reeds growing in the wild water by the wild river, as well as the barren swamps and vast wetlands.
12, the scenery of the Lama Mountain is really ever-changing. Just now, the clouds hung low, covering the top of the mountain and the waist of the peak. When the sun comes out, everything changes like magic. The mist that slowly dissipates, like a skilled ink and wash landscape painter, has become hazy and blurred the edges of the mountains by waving a brush and splashing a piece of light blue and green. After a while, the painter stood up and dipped his brush in ink. On the right side of the towering strange stone, a steep mountain peak is painted. The towering strange stone is like an axe, with layers of light and shadow against the background of different shades of green. It is particularly eye-catching and lifelike, and the mountains are magnificent and unique.
13, people who have been to Hu Xiang have a kind of * * *, that is, an inexplicable impulse and reverie. Beautiful and beautiful music overflows from the flowers and grass, and flows among the pavilions of the forest with the patter of mountain springs; There is a thick fragrance flowing from the depths of the mountain forest where osmanthus is not seen, overflowing on the forest path by the lake; Lying on the lawn under the Woods in midsummer, the breeze is slow and the chill is blowing gently, which means less luggage. ...
14. Walking on the edge of the lotus pond, listening to the moonlight of the lotus pond, my heart is full of reverie, the road I have traveled, the things I have experienced, the number of people I have passed, joy, sadness and faint nostalgia. I know that I will never return to that pure age, that pure age as lotus, that pure person as lotus.
15, you are looking at the orchard: the pomegranate doll is laughing; Apple doll is wearing a red coat; The dolls on the vines wear purple robes, like purple crystals; Where are the oranges? They put on orange coats and swayed in the autumn wind ... The fruit swayed with the wind, like the sound of wind chimes, and echoed gently in the orchard, which was very beautiful.
16, in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on the crystal dew through the mist; When the first group of geese sang and flew south, I had opened my eyes. The autumn water is no longer warm, and the five fingers have fallen into the water. Push the door open.