The ancient Sanggan River has broad silver waves and hazy sunset glow. Huaihe River floats like a jade belt on the golden carpet of the Central Plains. Like a green jade belt, it is tightly tied to the robe of the giant.
The lake is full of grass and soil, and it is getting brighter and brighter because of its moisture.
The lake is clear and calm, and sparkling rocks can be seen from a distance.
The water of the Yellow River, like a group of horses galloping in a narrow canyon, is squeezed into the river only 50 to 60 meters wide in the middle of the floodplain.
The river broke through the mountain wall and rushed down; The swift river, hanging in the air like a waterfall, beat Wan Li.
The river seems to be boiling, full of bubbles and waves.
The river is surging, like an arrow leaving the string, like a runaway horse, like a tiger coming out of the mountain.
A trickle, gathered in endless rivers; The river is like a slightly swaying silk.
The water in Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The water in Lijiang River is very clear, and you can see the sand and stones at the bottom of the river. The water in Lijiang River is really green, as green as a flawless jade.
At that time, the Bohai Sea was deafening, and the jade flowers were flying everywhere, covering the sky. I am soaked to the skin, and my clothes and shoes are soaked to the skin. It turns out that we are standing under the American waterfall.
Clear water flew down from Bogda Peak and rolled to the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The canal shot straight at the earth like an arrow.
Spring is surrounded by a short velvety meadow, and the sun hardly shines on its cool silver water.
The river is full of spring water, with ice from the upstream, flowing happily. Every small whirlpool is a smile, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds on both sides of the strait, and the bright green in early spring, with a soft and cheerful voice!
A green river, across the east window, smears a faint green shadow on the face, tablecloth and new light clothes.
When the cool wind blows low over the water, a long and narrow silver foil suddenly appears on the water. The ancient Sanggan River has broad silver waves and hazy sunset glow. Huaihe River floats like a jade belt on the golden carpet of the Central Plains. Like a green jade belt, tightly tied to a giant's robe. The lake is full of grass and soil, which is more vivid because of the nourishment of water. The lake is clear and calm, and rocks can be seen shining underwater from a distance. The water of the Yellow River, like a group of horses galloping in a narrow canyon, is squeezed into a river only 50 to 60 meters wide in the middle of the floodplain. The river runs down the mountain with great momentum. The swift river, hanging in the air like a waterfall, beat Wan Li. The river is like boiling, full of bubbles and waves. The river is surging, like an arrow leaving the string, like a runaway horse, like a tiger coming out of the mountain. A trickle flows into an endless river; The water in Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The water in Lijiang River is very clear, and you can see the sand and stones at the bottom of the river. The water in Lijiang River is really green, like a flawless jade. At that time, the Bohai Sea collapsed and it was deafening. The jade flower splashed over my eyes, and I was all wet. At first, we stood under the American waterfall. Clear water flew down from Bogda Peak and rolled down to the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The Grand Canal pointed to the earth like an arrow. The spring water is surrounded for a short time, and the sun's rays almost never shine on its cool silver water. The river is full of spring water, and the ice from the upstream is flowing happily. Every small whirlpool is a smile, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the light green in the early spring on both sides of the strait, with a soft and cheerful voice! A green river, across the east window, smears a faint green shadow on the face, tablecloth and new light clothes.
3. Underwater acoustic poetry: the waves wash sand, and the rain outside the curtain gurgles Li Yu.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Lonely, not relying on fences, infinite mountains and rivers. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Listen to the rain in Jie Jiang.
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. Middle-aged people listen to the rain on the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and will last until dawn before the next step.
Cha Shen Xing in The Night Book of the Boat.
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.
Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.
Su Shi of Linjiang County
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock at the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river. I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Fang Yue listened to the rain.
Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in dreams.
Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.
Linjiang county Chen
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the sparse shadow of apricot flowers, he played the flute until dawn. It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunny, how many things have happened in ancient and modern times, and fishermen sing the third night.
Xiangzi? Guo Qili came to Su Shi.
Get on a boat and wave a pair of oars, like a frightened swan, skimming over the water. The water is clear and the shadow is clear. Swimming fish, counting, appearing like running water from time to time; By the water, egret point, relax. The stream during the day is crystal clear; Dawn river, cold and frost; The stream next month is a bright crystal world. Hills on both sides of the strait, looking at the depth, picturesque; Seen from the route, the curve is tortuous, like a screen. Calculate that year, Xu Lao Yanling. The dream of monarch and minister is now in name only. There are only distant mountains and mountains; White clouds in the mountains, wind changes; Xiao Shan Xiao, want to drop green.
4. Ask Jingci Temple to send Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli an ancient poem describing a rainy night on the water.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Qiantang Chun Hu hang
Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is located in the north of the trade pavilion, with a low water level.
A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud?
Wild flowers gradually attract the attention of fans, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of lakes traveling eastward and the white sand embankment in green Li Yangyang.
Drinking rain after the first sunny day on the lake.
[Song] Su Shi
The water is bright and the eyes are bright, and the mountains are rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Leifeng shines in the evening.
Yin gaoting
Cloudy mountains and pale mountains play the role of money, while thousands of feet's floating picture leans in the air.
Painting a boat on the lake is all I want, and the lonely peak is still sunset red.
Sudi Xiao Chun
[Ming] Zhou Yang
Just when the future is a dark flower, the thick lake fog dispels the forest sand.
Where the yellow crane stops smoking, it crows over Su Causeway Xiao.
Breweries and lotus ponds in summer
[Ming] Wang Yanna
The ancient bend pillow lotus pond, the wind hesitates to brew incense.
You are so honored. Ling Boxian is drunk, and the brocade skirt is afraid of new coolness.
Bimodal cloud insertion
Chen Mi
The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively unconnected.
Come to Xinyu Lake late, a crazy cloud locks two ends.
Hu Xin Pavilion
[Qing] Xu
I haven't traveled all over 100 places, but the solitary pavilion of Shuiyunjian is still good.
The station is empty on all sides, with Chengtou on one side and three mountains on the other.
Climb up to Zhang Ting to watch the tide with Yan Qiantang.
meng haoran
I stopped playing when I heard Lei Zhen in One Hundred Miles.
Even riding out, the river is waiting for the high tide.
According to the day and autumn, the sky is clear, and the sky is clear.
The stormy waves came like snow, and it was cold.
By the Light of the Silvery Moon
[Song] NaHo
The moonlight is cold and the spring water is not flowing. Where is the eulogy?
In the west wind of Baiping Polygonum hydropiper, the lake is full of beautiful autumn.
See the willow trees in Jinmen?
Facing tribute
Outside the golden gate, the willow is like gold, and it will not be green for three days.
Bring a skill, and let people know that spring is already deep in the city.
Nanwan Pingzhong
Doctor Wan [Ming]
Jade screen smoke flies at dusk, and the hall bells glow.
The path is full of talk, and the mountain increases the deduction of firewood.
Pan-West Lake at night
Dong Ming
The West Lake is full of clothes, and Qian Shan is hazy in autumn.
The second waterfowl doesn't know where to stay, but also flies to the Wang Hu Pavilion.
Huagang fish watching
[Qing] Xu
The water is new red, and the landscape of Luyuan is full of autumn market.
As far as I'm concerned, I just feel happy to swim in the fish, but I also forget that the machine is like a fish.
West Lake Willow Branch Ci
[Qing] Shu Tian
Short stripes brush short long dikes with an oriole Chen Wenjing crow on them.
You can't hide the smoke in Cui Mu, and the west of the bridge is one painting after another.
5. What are the poems about Lantern Festival? 1. moths, children, snow, willows and golden light. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. -"Jade Case Yuan Xi" Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty
Wearing bright ornaments on her head, the beauty walked with the crowd and burst into laughter. I looked for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turned around, but inadvertently found her in the scattered lights.
2. Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light? -"Six Nights in the Late Yuan Dynasty" Cui Ye in Tang Dynasty
Who can see the bright moon and do nothing? Where did people stop seeing lanterns when they heard about them?
The tree is silver and the star bridge is locked. -"The fifteenth night of the first month" Don Su Weidao
The lights are scattered, and the depths of the garden reflect bright light, just like delicate flowers; Because it was available everywhere, the iron lock of the city gate was also opened.
When the star sets, it looks like a moon hanging on the floor. -"Watching Lights at Fifteen Nights" Don Lu Zhao Lin
The lights and fireworks connecting Tianhe are like falling stars, and the lights leaning against tall buildings are like the moon hanging in the air.
On the night of January this year, the moon and lights remained the same. -Song Ouyang Xiu "Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi"
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year's Lantern Festival.
6. The city is full of spring smoke, and Bao Yue is full of sea and sky. -"Yuan Xi No Moon" Qing Qiu Feng Jia
The lights in the city are rippling with spring smoke, the sky is gloomy, and the moon is hidden beyond the sea.
7. the color is far away, and the light is far away. -"Watching Lights at Fifteen Nights" Don Lu Zhao Lin
The brilliant colors of the lights seem to separate the earth from a distance, and countless lights dot the sky from a distance.
8. All the songs are plum. -"The fifteenth night of the first month" Don Su Weidao
In the moonlight, geisha are dressed up and singing plum blossoms as they walk.
9. Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was brightly lit. -Song Ouyang Xiu "Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi"
Last year, on the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, the lights in the flower market were as bright as during the day.
10. Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. -"Jade Case Yuan Xi" Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty
Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night.
6. The poem about lights is pink.
Jiang' an aquatic lantern
Thousands of lights make up the bridge of spring,
Ten miles of light shines, and Fengxiang dances wonderfully.
On a poor night, the waves gushed out of Penglai Island.
Cigarettes are floating around, singing loudly and flying to the waist of Yulou.
Origin: Yuan-Yingxi Village
A butterfly in love with flowers
Mizhou shangyuan
Qiantang lights for three or five nights,
The bright moon is like frost,
Look at people like pictures.
At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer,
Follow the horse without dust.
Lonely mountain people are old!
Drums and oral sex,
But he joined the Nongsang Society.
The fire is cold and the frost is dew.
It's snowing, and the clouds are hanging wild.
Origin: Northern Song Dynasty-Su Shi
7. What are the poems describing lighting?
1, Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
2. Tang Li Shangyin's Untitled
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
3. Qing Nalanxingde's "Sauvignon Blanc Out of the Mountain"
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
4. Song Liqing took photos of "Like a dream, who sits alone in the bright window"
The lamp is sleepy, and the shadow throws people away.
5. One Night in the Red Chamber by Bodhisattva Man by Tang Wei Zhuang.
Don't be melancholy at night in the red chamber, with incense lamps and half-rolled tassels.
8. Poem about underwater sound 1, living in seclusion with friends.
Author: Dai Shulun Age: Tang Style: Five Methods
Natural and unrestrained, clear streams pass by the door.
Underwater acoustic stone wrasse, Luo Ying to Lin Xuan.
Deer sleep in silence, and apes drink in the open.
Spring flowers are on the shore, so why ask Taoyuan?
2. Reward Zhang Xia for his hard work during his visit to the United States on a snowy night.
Author: Liu Changqing Age: Tang Style: Five Methods
Ships take advantage of tourists and are not afraid of hardship.
Dusk depends on each other, and the river tide is about to separate.
The underwater sound is swallowed up by the ice, and the sand road in the snow is flat.
This old sword has a sharp edge, so it should be given lightly.
3. Sanctification and economy.
Author: Xu nian: Tang school: seven ancient.
Ride to the police station with 10 thousand, and keep a hundred pots to settle accounts in the palace.
The water in the imperial ditch is hard to beat, but the feast is easy to break up.
Xing Yan * * * pain thousands of miles, traces of five emotions.
It's good to leave a deep impression on the emperor. Wohua is full of praise and wisdom.
4. Bodhisattva level people
Author: Zhu Nian: Song Dynasty Ci Style: Ci.
Wet clouds don't cross the stream bridge, and Hubei cold breaks the east wind shadow first.
The sound of water under the stream is long, and a branch is fragrant with the moon.
People pity flowers as before, but flowers don't know that people are thin.
Lonely, spend the night cold.
5, the banquet can afford to sit and play the piano.
Author: Yang Shidao Year: Tang
Magpies fly at night in Beilin, and at the beginning of the month in Nanxuan.
Tune the strings and clear the symbols, shake your heart and get rid of embarrassment.
Turn into a departure from sound and return to thought.
The sigh is endless, and the autumn wind floats on the temples.
Silk conveys the feelings of guests in the garden, and music plays the feelings of Chu Fei.
Few people know each other, and the running water is empty.