Poems describing Xiapu scenery

Poems describing Xiapu scenery

A beautiful name. ...

It seems that all the light,

Is flowing here,

It seems that all the light,

It's all blurred here,

Xiapu,

Summer is the sky, Pu is the sea,

The dialogue between the sky and the sea,

Become the most beautiful beach.

Autumn wind, autumn water,

Red clouds in autumn,

The story of autumn dyed all the leaves red.

It also burns the sea under the brilliance of Xia Hong.

Rows of bamboo poles in the sea,

Indulge in the sea,

Keywords fishing net, laver, kelp, fisherman,

Where's the fisherman ...

The complex of the sea has been enriched for countless years.

Where colorful clouds flow,

Give birth to infinite dreams,

Above the sea, below the sky,

The most beautiful dream, the most beautiful scenery ...

Xia guangxiapu,

With the sea * * *.

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Beautiful beaches,

I will bathe in the sun every day.

The beach where the sea is rippling,

Write stories about the sea every day.

A shallow bay,

Deep and shallow ravines,

Cross natural sculptures.

Some people say this is a book,

Gully is the language of heaven,

Flip it, flick it,

Leave unlimited speculation,

One row and one column,

Beautiful and natural poems and paintings.

Some people say this is a piece of music,

High and low scales,

This is the sound of nature,

The tide rises and falls,

Poetic beach interpretation of the most beautiful ditty ...

In my heart,

It's a poem that shocked Gan Kun.

Whether it's gurgling water,

Or lines floating vaguely on the water,

Every form,

Every sound of the waves,

Are praising the beauty of the beach.

Bamboo raft,

Fishing nets thrown into the air,

Thoughts sleep in dreams,

You are carefree and happy. ...

The beauty of the sea,

The beauty of the beach,

The beauty of fishermen,

The beauty of panorama.

Quietly flowing sea water,

A swaying ship,

A beach that is both hidden and visible,

The originality of nature,

Leisure, thick or thin,

Qidu beach,

Endless gobbledygook.

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(3)

It's not beautiful enough,

I can't get tired of seeing colors,

The sun, with its own life,

Sprinkle it on the soft beach.

Is the tenderness of the sun,

Three or two fishing boats just quietly,

Quiet gold,

Or thinking, or dreaming,

Wearing golden sunshine,

Take the waves as a bed,

The beach in the Big Dipper is a ballad of romantic years.

A tall mast or a dream hand,

Holding the golden light,

Dragging the round red sun in the east,

Beautiful voice from far to near,

From near to far.

Three or two iron anchors sat firmly on the gorgeous beach,

The anchor is bronze,

Change and distance,

Deep in the ocean,

From time to time, there will be waves of phone calls.

Start (a disease) ...

The boat that breaks the waves will eventually go away.

The anchor will never miss the softness of the beach,

Tomorrow, tomorrow,

Will sail to the distant sea.

Hey hey hey.

Fishermen's trumpets gathered the sound of the sea,

With an iron anchor on one shoulder,

Carrying the sun on one shoulder,

The shadow behind is the hope in a dream.

Tides go and tides come,

The beach is always in the sun.

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(4)

Slip away from the tall bamboo pole,

Quietly arranged in the light ink sea water.

The bird watched quietly,

The clouds waited quietly,

Colorless sky,

A colorless entrance,

Silence evokes beautiful thoughts.

We didn't use pens,

Just using seawater as ink,

Beautiful lines outline the most beautiful scenery,

Nature is only gentle,

So an ornament,

S Bay shows a natural ink painting.

In my photo,

The boat moved slowly,

The sun hides behind the clouds in the distance,

Quaint watercolors,

Like light ink under a pen,

A mark,

A flying ink,

A slow-moving ship,

Like a flower walking in ink,

There is a big blank above the ink painting.

Yesterday's dream,

Today's dream,

Tomorrow's dream,

Blank space has more room for daydreaming. ...

Stay away from your feet,

Infinitely daydreaming about meeting the sea,

A winding waterway,

Endless rhythm.

(5)

Keywords Funing ancient county, Xiayi new dam,

East to the sea, west to the gods;

Across the ocean, it refers to Chuanjiang, and it refers to Tianjin Xiaomi;

Sangtian Ye Ying, Zhou Zhen Pan-Ocean,

Mi Yun businessman, star can be a poet;

For more than a thousand years, he devoted himself to Tao Gong, stood proudly for a hundred generations, and stood proudly for Bo Huang.

Heaven and earth are auspicious, and the sun and moon are full of color.

Brilliant, Sangzhe scattered Jiuhua spirit.

At the same time, the dragon caught the wind and jiaozi jumped down.

Rosefinch running at night, phoenix dancing high.

Bells and drums, the stage of Lunan Township,

Bamboo explodes silk, Guo is the married daughter of Beizhuang.

I have never fished rice since ancient times.

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Gull harbor egrets fly, boats and mountains are easy,

Yushan seven buddha Tian Fei Temple, Hongjiang Ge Xianlian Danchi;

Wudong yellow croaker is planted in spring, and poplar green bamboo shoots germinate;

The cream in Luohanxi is beautiful, and the fat in Shatang Street;

Cup pomelo has been baked since ancient times, and Xiamao litchi in the north latitude is sweet;

Two streams merge into one, and Wolong is a wonderful display of mountains and rivers.

Four widows left the ocean, and the East Pearl River was poor and the island was bright.

Smoke state dust Guo,,

Climb the dragon's head and have a bird's eye view of the sea and Yudaishui Village.

Silver beach green bamboo, looking at Pu Jianjian, facing the sky.

The mountains and flowing waters gather hundreds of inkstones to inherit the sky.

Loyalty and courage, sighing and waiting for surprises.

The sky is the same color, and clear frost is piled on the shore.

The tide rises in Sansha and Macao, and the setting sun shines on the west rainbow.

Huo Weixia signs, and the sunset on the north wall runs eastward.