Poetry describing an outing

spring

Author: Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Shi Zhongshan

1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue)

2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)

3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu: Looking at Yue)

Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu)

6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")

7. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain)

8. Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of beans. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)

9. Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Xia? Book Jiangxi stoma wall "))

10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: Title Xilin Wall)

Water in poetry

1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? Jia Jian ")

Article 1: outing

Nanhua Bridge is shallow and clear, with different rhymes of flowers.

Friends invited them to visit the suburbs, and colorful butterflies seemed to bloom among the flowers.

The grass beside the embankment is full of spring, and the wheat seedlings are full of homesickness.

Look up at the kite, dance with the clouds, and the sunset is warm.

Chapter 2: Konakayama outing.

The right to relax is rare, and the trip reflects sunshine and implies harmony.

The peaks and turns are lush. Ling towering into the sky.

The sound of nature is intoxicating, and the breeze gently blows over the face, making people homesick.

Sorry about the scenery as soon as possible. When I come back, I will still dream of meeting again.

Chapter 3: Dreaming, outing

I'm always afraid to stay in the shop. I feel bored and lonely.

On the West Lake Mountain in Linmao, tourists are weaving and rubbing shoulders.

Look down, look down, picturesque.