Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Poems describing the Yellow River: You didn't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the heavens and entered the ocean, never to return. Li Bai's "Into the Wine" "The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has been written in his arms."
Li Bai's Fourteen Poems for Pei is a lonely mountain with the Yellow River and white clouds far away. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci is lonely and straight in the desert, and the long river sets the yen.
Wang Wei's "Going to the Frontier" hides the day from the mountains, and Wang Zhihuan's "In the Lodge of the Heron" I would like to cross the Yellow River, but if I choke on the ice, I will climb the Taihang Mountain with snow, and Li Bai's "it is hard to go" and the Yellow River Nine Songs Wan Li Sand will sweep the world. The soup can't be ling.
It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game.
The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over.
Don't beat people's footsteps. But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.
Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear.
Waves and sand from the Wan Li of the Yellow River swept from the horizon. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
Excellent composition about sunset The Yellow River is the cradle of the Chinese nation. This ever-flowing river has nurtured generations of Chinese sons and daughters with its sweet milk, giving birth to splendid Chinese civilization. The Yellow River in my heart is magnificent. "How did the water of the Yellow River flow out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" The yellow water rolled and echoed with nine songs, rushing all the way, and suddenly gathered in the Shanxi-Shaanxi Canyon. The water surface has shrunk from the vast 400 meters to 50 meters in the blink of an eye, and the gap between the two sides is 30 meters. The disease flows down and the waves fly away. Just like a huge lake, it hangs upside down, pours down, and pours thousands of miles. The Yellow River in my heart is great and powerful. He symbolizes the sons and daughters of countless heroes in China, who never bow before evil forces and have made contributions and struggles to defend the nation. While cultivating and protecting the Chinese nation, it also inspires the national pride and self-confidence of the vast number of Chinese sons and daughters, and defends the motherland with heroism and strong determination. We should follow the example of the Yellow River, be as great and powerful as it, and be as great and powerful as it!
The Yellow River in my heart is in danger. Since ancient times, the Yellow River has not only contributed to mankind, but also brought disasters to people. I don't know how many floods have been brought to a generation of residents in the Yellow River Basin. Humans have destroyed the ecological environment. What will the Yellow River look like now? What kind of disaster will it bring to mankind? This worries me.
In a word, the Yellow River in my mind is beautiful, selfless and magical ... I hope the Yellow River can go out of the world, let people all over the world know it and make it a symbol of our motherland; I hope more people can learn the great qualities of the Yellow River and carry them forward. I also hope that human beings can improve the ecological environment around the Yellow River, keep it rolling and continue to contribute to the Chinese nation.
3. Write the composition of the Yellow River. Listen to the deafening sound of the Yellow River. Who is growling? Look at this magnificent scenery. Who is showing its beautiful posture? This is our mother river-Yellow River.
It is the pride of our Chinese nation and it has written the history of the Chinese nation. For thousands of years, a large number of stones in the mountains and valleys on both sides of the Yellow River have been brought into the Yellow River by rivers flowing into the Yellow River, and then a large number of meaningful and fascinating decorative stones and modeling stones have been created under the roaring power of the Jiuqu Yellow River and the long-term erosion, erosion, grinding, flowing and various physical and chemical effects.
These lifelike Yellow River stones contain the profound accumulation of Chinese civilization, which embodies the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of all things. They are real natural treasures, and the creator has endowed all the mysterious nature here belonging to the Yellow River with elegance. How can people not be surprised by the magic and infinite charm of nature? The Yellow River flows from the vast sky, the vast northwest, the mysterious Silk Road, the Hexi Corridor and the desert wasteland all the way down to the East China Sea. She brings infinite age and depth; It brings ethereal and confused desert solitary smoke and boundless emptiness; It brings a hazy sunset, like a poetic river; Nine sects brought by the majestic atmosphere; ; It brings the simplicity of Qin bricks and Han tiles ... and all this is reflected in the strange stones of the Yellow River. This culture stretches for thousands of miles and has gone through thousands of years.
The Yellow River not only gave birth to Chinese children with yellow skin, but also gave birth to all kinds of strange stones in the Yellow River, which is amazing. How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever! With the indomitable spirit and the strength accumulated in thousands of turns, we rushed out of Tongguan, bravely set up three gates, split the land of the Central Plains and turned the people of Liu Huang into the sea of Wang Yang.
The Yellow River is the mother river of the Chinese nation. The Yellow River created the Chinese nation, and we are all descendants of the Yellow River. The Yellow River, the mother river of mankind, is a great mother river that has nurtured the Chinese nation! Her broad mind and kind quality are the source of strength for hundreds of millions of Chinese children. The Yellow River is the elegant demeanor of the motherland: never bow, indomitable spirit! It is a symbol of the struggle of the Chinese nation.
4. Write a paragraph with the old man of the Yellow River at sunset. The sun is about to set, and the setting sun will spread the soft afterglow all over the earth. Although half of the face has been covered by Zhongtiao Mountain. The misty Zhongtiao Mountain is continuous. In the soft sunset, the top of the mountain turns red, like a carpet and a fairyland.
"Wow, wow ..." Listen, the Yellow River at the foot of Zhongtiaoshan is beating Zhongtiaoshan again, stirring up layers of yellow waves. Look, it's just a yellow scaly dragon, bared its teeth and ran away like a tribe. Sometimes, high splash, sometimes, dive down, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. The waves are getting higher and higher, forming a yellow wall several meters high. The choppy Yellow River hit the rocks on both sides, splashing yellow flowers. The wind and waves of the Yellow River roared, and the thunderbolt was deafening, as if the earth had been shaken by an earthquake. The setting sun is reflected on the Yellow River, the waves of the Yellow River are rolling, and the setting sun suddenly spreads, as if there are many red stars floating on the water.
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5. The sentence describing the Yellow River in the sunset is dim, the sunset is like blood, and the yellow river is like a golden sunset. At this time, it is full and radiant, stinging people's eyes like a dream. Finally, the sunset hit the ground and blended with the yellow desert, and the golden color swallowed up the sky. As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze blows slowly. It makes people feel relaxed and see the sun more because of all its glory. A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from your troubles. The fish in the pool return to the deep, and the smoke from the kitchen calls for children, all the way. Divided day and night. As a result, those tired birds who devoted themselves to the forest, like the poet's burning poems, came back with the warm blood flame of the sunset ... A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds at will. Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang. The graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts. Several small fishing boats have returned home, and sparkling water lines have appeared on the river. Birds sometimes fly in mid-air, and sometimes they can hear the crisp and melodious chirping of magpies. At this time, I just woke up from the dusk dream. The sun went down and the burning sunset gradually dimmed. In a blink of an eye, the last sunset glow in the western sky has melted in the twilight, and the sky is getting darker and the surrounding mountains are exposed. The earth is in chaos and confusion. Just like the end of a symphony, it is beautiful, but it gradually turns into silence and silence, causing endless regrets in people's hearts, paving a layer of touching poetry for the evening on campus: "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" is its mature charm; "The belated world is important" highlights its tranquility ... gradually, gradually, as night falls, the intoxicating dusk still appears in my mind. The beautiful and charming scene deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts … were immersed in this indescribable "twilight map", and I also fell into this inexplicable feeling. Quietly left the boundary of this dusk ... sunset, bright moon, stars ... beautiful. How many writers and poets have described it in the most beautiful language? But I was deeply attracted by the beautiful sunset. Near sunset, the sun, which has been shining all day, is still full of flames and has no tiredness. Gradually, the sun turned into a yellow ball, like a big round gold plate. For a while, it was light yellow. It turned into a red fireball again. At this time, the light of the sun is not so dazzling, but soft, like a girl's face, beautiful and lovely. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the rows of houses in the city, setting golden frames for the houses and letting thousands of families bathe in the afterglow of the setting sun. The color of the clouds next to the sunset changes quickly, from lily to golden yellow and from purple to yellow. It's really colorful and changeable. The shapes of clouds are also colorful. Sometimes they are like clouds of colored cotton, and sometimes they are like waves on the river. They change so naturally, so quickly and so spectacularly. Soon, the fiery red sun approached the horizon, and suddenly a large red light like a million red flags was lit on the horizon. After a while, the sun touches the horizon, but it seems that he will stay on the horizon for a while. It seems to add more light and heat to the world. In a blink of an eye, the golden sun is already half. It seems that he is saying "goodbye" to people. Finally, the sun entered the horizon, but the perfect scene of sunset was printed in my mind for a long time. Ah! The sunset scene is really beautiful, which makes people feel like they have entered a fairyland. I am deeply intoxicated in this beautiful sunset, and I love this beautiful sunset. The setting sun came obliquely from the western hills, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a fuzzy rose color. At this time, the face of the sun is bright red, and its light seems to be swept away by someone, but it is soft and bright. The sun sets slowly and is as warm as a beautiful girl. Staring at the flawless white clouds, perhaps against the blue sky, she looks unique, pure and noble, just like a lady walking in the sky. Suddenly, she blushed and became so shy and charming. Who disturbed her? Looking back, I saw a red sun slowly sliding down and dyed the western sky red. Oh, it's sunset. You see, the clouds on the edge of the sunset seem to be rewarded by the sunset and become very happy. Sometimes they sit around and talk about their worries. Sometimes I tango at sunset; More narcissistic, far away from others, enjoying themselves ... I can see that they are in a good mood and their faces are red and golden. Sunset may inspire and be more energetic. Everything around him has become infinite charm. Rows of yellow roofs turned golden yellow, and the light reflected from the windows of every household gathered together, sprinkling a special layer of light on the community, as if bringing people into a fairyland. The forest in the community seems to be covered with a layer of faint oil, which is even more charming. The river flowing along the end of the community has a different feeling at this time, quiet and warm ... Gradually, the sunset converged his last light, and before he could say goodbye, he hung his head, closed his eyes and went to sleep quietly.
6. Write a composition about sunset. Beautiful sunset
At that moment, the house revealed its resolute and monotonous back; At that moment, the plants were shrouded in hazy light; At that moment, the earth fell into silence; At that moment, my heart was taken away by the sunset.
As the sun sets, the burning fireball lies leisurely on the shoulders of the distant mountain. The dazzling fiery red deeply attracted my heart, as if a rose petal rain was falling slowly before my eyes, pink and intoxicating. There is an inexplicable sadness in my heart, more and more, so that it will overflow my chest and my eyes will be attracted by it. I don't even want to blink, maybe it's because I'm afraid to miss the way it burns instantly!
The white clouds in the sky are dyed dark red by the flame of the sunset, and gradually become thinner from the inside out, like piano keys falling gracefully from high notes to low notes, without any incongruity. Uneven clouds, like soft silk floating in the pink sky, brought my eyes to the distance.
The setting sun is getting deeper and deeper, and once Hongyun lost a lot of weight. The blush that once fascinated me has been replaced by gradually clear deep blue and light blue, and gradually, only deep blue is left.
There are a few faint lights flashing in front of us, and behind that mountain, it seems that there is a faint rainbow struggling to cross there. Sunset, are you struggling? "The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night." No matter how beautiful things are, there is always the end of their lives.
The sunset seemed to understand the word "reality" and turned gracefully, even the faint light disappeared.
The mountain was silent again, and the black coat was hidden in the place where heaven and earth met. Only those fuzzy trees and distant mountains with only black outlines stand in the dark, like a wonderful Chinese painting.
The sunset left with infinite nostalgia. It covered all faces under the horizon, and the night took over the noise of the day, making everything calm.
But I know that tomorrow the sun will still rise vigorously in the east, just like hope. However, sometimes the reality will be as depressed as the sunset, but it will still shine not far away.
Ah, sunset! How can I describe your beauty in pale language?
7. The composition describing the Yellow River is 600 words.
"Mother River"-People gave me a kind name. I dedicated all my efforts to the descendants of the Chinese people. Now the life of my children and grandchildren is getting richer and richer, but I am not what I used to be. Every year, I shed sad tears, eroding the children's blood and sweat!
I'm thinking, looking and finding it because my descendants who only care about immediate interests can't treat me well. You see: the choking smoke from the chimney mouth standing like a forest is curling up and covering my body; Rolling sediment seeped into my blood, making me a real "Yellow River"; Most of the domestic garbage of my children and grandchildren and the waste liquid discharged from the factory penetrated into my skin, flowed into my blood and invaded my body. ...
Helpless, I get angry day after day and year after year. Finally, one day, a group of happy "red scarves" came to my side hopefully. Aren't they descendants of the people who hurt me? What are they going to do? I'm worried and panicked. Those red scarves have already started to act-planting trees! I was ecstatic and stared at them affectionately: digging holes, raising soil, carrying water, watering ... they worked enthusiastically! The excavator had a wet towel on his shoulder, a shovel in his hand, and thrust it into the soil. Then push hard with your feet, lean back, scoop up the soil like soup, throw it behind you, and the soil will fall. After repeated several times, I dug a hole. The saplings carefully planted the "seedlings of hope" in my house, righted themselves, let the excavator cultivate the soil, and then let the water bearer pour water. I saw sweat on their faces and smiled with relief. What a good boy! In an instant, grievances and pains vanished. I am busy asking Grandma Feng to wipe the sweat from their faces. Can I be unhappy that they helped me make new clothes? They also planted the seeds of flowers here, and soon I will wear a colorful skirt! Can I not be excited? Green hope will make all the haze disappear, and my sky will turn blue again!
"A river with green water will be green", this is my initial beauty! Thank the children for giving me a clear mind and colorful manners. The name "Mother River" is justified again!
8. How to write a composition about the Yellow River? The heart is the Yellow River standing by the Yellow River, watching the surging waves. I seem to immediately become a spray, and my soul is integrated into the body of the Yellow River.
At this time, savoring the Yellow River carefully, its dragon-like body arched into a "few"-shaped backbone, which seems to show people the profoundness of the Yellow River. For thousands of years, the billowing helium waves have nourished countless Lebanese people and the oriental culture of the Chinese nation that shocked the world.
The surging river, boundless mist and surging chant are not only the portrayal of history, but also the response of the soul. Standing on the mainstay of the Yellow River, the mighty river wind blows, and I seem to be lifted by the Yellow River. Therefore, any hardships and troubles are thrown into the valley.
The deceased is like a husband! Everything in the past is dead, only the rolling Yellow River is still surging. Time and space change, time flies, and the Yellow River flows through the years. How many ravines and ridges it crossed, and finally it entered a sparkling dream.
Power stations are scattered all over the place, and the two sides of the strait are lined up, and the crops are abundant, singing and laughing. The only constant is the unstoppable momentum and indomitable belief of the Yellow River, which is the eternal steel backbone of the Chinese nation-soul of china! For the first time, I knew that the Yellow River was "the wind is roaring, the horse is barking, and the Yellow River is roaring ..." From then on, an indescribable * * * rose in my heart.
Since then, there has been a surge of Huanglong in my heart. With the consciousness of seeking roots, I gradually learned about the Yellow River.
It originated in the snow-capped mountains at the northern foot of Bayan Kara, flowed through the Loess Plateau, bypassed 99 bends, and finally fell into the blue and quiet Bohai Bay. It contains the endless belief of the mother river for thousands of years, nurtured an indomitable nation with deep and dignified yellow milk, and gave birth to the Chinese civilization that makes the world proud.
After several sunsets and thunderstorms, the ancient Yellow River recorded the history of blood and tears of the Chinese nation and witnessed the roar and unyielding clank of the Chinese people. Today, it continues to witness the new China and the new life of reform and opening up, and records the great changes and twists and turns of this ancient land.
Standing on its shore, my heart is surging, and a belief rises in my heart: we must let the Yellow River see the great rejuvenation of our nation, let the Yellow River seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and gallop and sing on the land of China with a brand-new look.