1. Poems describing the scenery of London
The Imperial Palace, the vast museums
The huge Ben clock
The magnificent Parliament Building< /p>
Prosperous shopping mall
The perfect combination of fashion and modernity
The mutual reflection of classics and trends
The star of the century of wealth and dreams< /p>
Everything is hidden in this red fog city
Walking in London
It’s like walking in the ancient Western civilization scrolls
The beautiful scenery reflects the vicissitudes of the ancient empire
The magnificent buildings reflect the glory of Western civilization
The red foggy London
is wealth
Here
there are magnificent palaces
Imperial and royal palaces show the world the former glory of the British Empire
A beautiful and wise British monarch
captivated the world
captivated Britain
In the eyes of many British children
The Queen of England is a monarch and an amiable grandmother
From the Queen of England’s wise and profound eyes
I saw the rising sun of the British Empire rising with the dream of Western civilization. At the top of the foggy city
Walking into the magnificent Buckingham Palace
It felt like walking into the British royal family
Beautiful and charming British princesses
They wrote the everlasting romantic love in British history
One by one, the handsome princes
left such a lasting legacy in British civilization. The beautiful legend of Prince Charming in the fairy tale
The British emperors and monarchs
With their former imperial dreams and proud ambitions to conquer
Beautiful red mist
A red mist spreads the history of the British Empire in the capital of the empire.
A red mist spreads the love in the hearts of the British Empire. In the ancient land
Ah, the red mist
It is the red empire
On the blue seaside, the history of a Western empire is written, sweeping the Western world. The Vast World 2. What are the poems describing foreign scenery?
"Song of the Second Song·Part One" Tang Wang Changling
The cicadas sing in the empty mulberry forest, and the road is Xiaoguan Road in August. Going out of the plug and back into the plug again, there are yellow reeds everywhere.
We have always been friends and guests, but we all grow old in the battlefield. Don't imitate the knight-errant and praise Ziliu modestly.
1. "Out of the Fortress" by Changling, King of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.
2. "Song under the Fortress Part One" by Changling, King of the Tang Dynasty
The cicadas sing in the empty mulberry forest, and the road is Xiaoguan Road in August. Going out of the plug and back into the plug again, there are yellow reeds everywhere.
We have always been friends and guests, but we all grow old in the battlefield. Don't imitate the knight-errant and praise Ziliu modestly.
3. "Song of Saixia·Part 2" by Tang Wang Changling
Drinking horses crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sun has not gone out in Pingsha, and I can see Lintao dimly.
In the old days of the Great Wall War, Xian Yan was in high spirits. The yellow dust is enough for the present and the past, and the white bones are a mess of wormwood.
4. "Out of the Fortress" Tang Wang Zhihuan
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
5. "Liangzhou Ci" by Wang Han of the Tang Dynasty
A luminous cup of grape wine. If you want to drink pipa, you will be reminded immediately.
Lord Grim is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?
6. "Moon over Guanshan" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
7. "Joining the Army" by Tang Wang Changling
Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
8. "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Fortress" by Tang Gaoshi
The snow is clear and Hu Tian is returning to herd horses, and the moon is bright and the Qiang flute is playing in the building.
Where do the plum blossoms fall? The wind blew all over the mountain all night!
9. "The Proud Fisherman·Autumn Coming to the Sea" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
The scenery is different when the autumn comes to the Sea, and the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
10. "The Second Song of the Song Dynasty" by Tang Lulun
The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
11. "The Third Song of Saixia" by Tang Lulun
The black geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword. 3. Poems describing foreign scenery
Beauty
I have seen dawn and dusk in the wilderness and windy hills,
The majesty and beauty in them are as ancient as Slow Spanish melody;
I have also seen the April goddess who brought us narcissus in bloom.
She also brought flourishing grass and soft and warm April spring rain. .
I have listened to the singing of blooming flowers and ancient sea songs,
I have also seen strange islands and foreign lands under the white sails full of sea breeze;
God has given me so many good sounds and beauties to appreciate, but the most delicate ones are her voice, utterance, eyes and the cute look of her curved red lips.
Spanish poet Petofi "I would like to be a torrent"
I would like to be a torrent,
A small river in the mountains,
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On the rugged road,
Passing on the rocks...
As long as my lover
is a small fish,
< p> In my wavesSwimming around happily.
I would like to be in the wild forest,
on both sides of the river,
facing the strong winds,
fighting bravely...
As long as my lover
is a little bird,
making a nest and singing among my dense
branches.
I am willing to be a ruin,
on the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
does not make me depressed...
As long as my lover
is a green ivy,
along my desolate forehead,
climbing up intimately.
I would like to be a thatched hut,
at the bottom of a deep valley,
on the top of a thatched hut,
battered by wind and rain …
As long as my love
is a lovely flame,
in my furnace,
flashing slowly with joy.
I would like to be a cloud,
a gray broken flag,
floating lazily in the vast sky,
Go,
As long as my lover
is a coral-like sunset,
next to my pale face, showing bright brilliance
< p> 2The furthest distance in the world" Rabindranath Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
It is not life and death
but I am standing in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you
The farthest distance in the world
I am not standing in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you
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It’s that we know we love each other but we can’t be together
The farthest distance in the world
It’s that we know we love each other but can’t be together
But I obviously can’t resist this kind of longing
But I still have to deliberately pretend that I don’t care about you at all
The farthest distance in the world
No Obviously I can't resist this kind of longing
But I still have to deliberately pretend that I don't care about you at all
But use my indifferent heart to treat the people who love you
< p> Digging an uncrossable ditchLove
Roy Clift
I love you,
But Because of the way you look,
And because of,
When I am with you,
The way I look.
I love you, < /p>
But because of what you did for me,
But also because of,
For you,
what I can do.
I love you,
Because you can call out,
The truest part of me.
I love you, < /p>
Because you pass through the wilderness of my heart,
As easily as sunlight penetrates crystal,
My foolishness, my weakness,
Almost does not exist in your eyes.
But the most beautiful place in my heart,
is illuminated by your light.
Others No one has bothered to go that far, and others find it too troublesome to search.
So everyone has discovered my beauty.
So no one has been to me. 4. What sentence to use? Come and praise the beautiful scenery of Britain
People here are very polite and keep a certain distance when talking to each other. The men are very gentlemen, and the people here are particularly humble and conservative.
Although London is the capital of a country, the city is not that big, but the people here are very friendly. Here, you can sit on a boat or drive the boat yourself and enjoy the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river in the middle of the river.
You can breathe fresh air here, drink noble and royal afternoon tea here, and listen to European-style music. How comfortable it is. In the evening, you can go to the Grand Theater and watch some plays with a European flavor, or walk with your lover or relatives in the parks of London, and you will see a different night scene. 5. Asking for a poem about British style
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Simone, your gentle hands have scars. You cried, but I smiled and said it was a miracle.
Symonie, there is a sunny smile on the holly leaves, and April has come back to play with us.
Simone, the garden in August has a strong and gentle fragrance.
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Her face is like a daisy,
If one day, in a wilderness, she wears rags Floral dress,
The wind blew by, and she timidly pressed the sun hat on her head.
The wind blew by, and her long golden hair was blown away, and her eyes were confused. And joyful,
Wearing a white shirt, I walked up to her and handed a blooming daisy into her hand.
You and I are as pale as the setting sun in late autumn, my Margaret.
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Simone, put on your cloak and your black wooden boots, and we will sail off into the mist.
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Simone, go into the forest, the leaves have fallen,
Put the stones, the moss, The paths are covered.
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Simone, do you hear the footsteps on the dead leaves?
How soft are their colors, how solemn are their tones,
What fragile fragments they are on the ground!
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Come on: we will live with the dead leaves once and for all.
Come on: night has arrived, and the night wind is taking us away.
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Simone, do you hear the footsteps on the dead leaves?
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Symonie, Simone, don’t cry all night long
The roses in this garden melt away in the rain
Rising to addiction
Rain falls on diseased leaves
Dead leaves accumulate layers of sorrow
Map along the veins of leaves
Devour while searching
Confess while weeping
That hides your annihilation, your burden, your filling?
One word?
Or your amulet
Wear it on your chest
You will have wings like moonlight
Silver
Flowing on the earth
So beautiful that everyone is looking at you
Simone, Simone, don’t cry all night long
That disappears What is gone just disappears in the heart
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——Excerpted from "Simone" 6. Looking for a poem about British style
Simone, your gentle hands have scars, you cry, but I smile and say this is a miracle.
Symonie, there is a sunny smile on the holly leaves, and April has come back to play with us. Simone, the garden in August has a strong and gentle fragrance.
Her face is like a daisy. If one day, in a wilderness, she is wearing a floral dress, the wind blows, she timidly presses the sun hat on her head, the wind blows, Her long golden hair was blown open, her eyes were confused but joyful, and I was wearing a white shirt, walked up to her, and handed a blooming daisy into her hand. You and I are both as pale as the setting sun in late autumn, my Margaret.
Simone, put on your cloak and your black wooden boots, and we'll sail off into the mist. Simone, go into the woods. The leaves have fallen, covering the paths with stones and moss.
? Simone, do you like to hear the footsteps on the dead leaves? How soft are their colors, how solemn are their tones, what fragile fragments they are on the earth! Come: we shall live with the dead leaves. Come: night has arrived, and the night wind carries us drifting.
? Simone, do you like to hear the footsteps on the dead leaves? Simone, Simone, don't cry all night long. In the rain, this garden rose. The ice fades and rises to addiction. The rain falls on the sick leaves. The dead leaves accumulate layer upon layer of sorrow. Follow the map of the veins and search and devour while weeping. While confessing that one word that hides your annihilation, your burden, and fills you up? Or wear your amulet on your chest. You will have wings like moonlight, silver and white flowing on the earth. So beautiful. Everyone is looking at you. Simone, Simone, don't cry all night long. What disappears just disappears in your heart. ——Excerpted from Simone.
7. Poems describing London
Enter the red fog city of London. The red fog carries the beautiful civilization of the British Empire and spreads along the Thames River
This is a city that embodies the once glorious civilization of the British Empire. The ancient city
The ancient civilization shines with the domineering ambition of Britain, the conquest ambition of an empire on which the sun never sets
The long history of 2000 years is the history of ancient Britain, a beautiful red mist Exuding an intoxicating fragrance
The Thames River, which stretches for more than 300 kilometers, nourishes the civilization of London with the nectar of nature
The Imperial Palace
The vast museum< /p>
The huge Ben clock
The magnificent Parliament Building
The prosperous shopping mall
The perfect combination of fashion and modernity
< p> The mutual reflection of classics and trendsThe stars of the century of wealth and dreams
are all hidden in this red fog city
Strolling in London< /p>
It’s like walking in the ancient Western civilization.
The beautiful scenery reflects the vicissitudes of the ancient empire
The magnificent buildings reflect the spirit of Western civilization. Brilliance
The red foggy London
is a cornucopia of wealth
Here
there are magnificent palaces
< p> Imperial and royal palaces show the world the former glory of the British EmpireA beautiful and wise British monarch
captivated the world
Overwhelmed by Britain
In the eyes of many British children
The Queen of England is a monarch and an amiable grandmother
From the wise and profound eyes of the Queen of England
I saw the rising sun of the British Empire rising to the top of the foggy city with the dream of Western civilization
Walking into the magnificent Buckingham Palace
It felt like walking Entering the British royal family
One after another, the beautiful and charming British princesses
wrote the eternal romantic love in British history
The handsome princes
left behind the beautiful legend of Prince Charming in the fairy tale in British civilization
The British emperors and monarchs
With the former imperial dream and proud ambition to conquer
The beautiful red fog city
The history of the British Empire is diffused in the red fog in the capital of the empire< /p>
A red fog spreads the love in the heart of the British Empire in this ancient land
Ah, the red fog
It is the red empire< /p>
The history of a Western empire is written on the blue seaside, sweeping the vast universe of the Western world. 8. Modern foreign scenery poems
Paris scenery
Dib ( Algeria)
Colorful clouds dance in the dark sky,
The ominous water passes over the Seine,
Paris at dawn appears gray and Dark purple,
The night still lingers like gray-blue smoke.
Sometimes the sky still has a false sense of tranquility
This helps me endure the difficult days.
You don’t feel that you have lost your original identity. /p>
Someone's shadow sneaks away along this way.
The gas nozzle suddenly emitted the smell of mignonette...
I saw - my angel flying above the earth,
pointing to my naked eyes The missing road.
Paris comforts you, it will be closer soon...
I walk in the dim light of dawn. The milkmaid in Paris
banged the iron bucket and hawked milk quickly.
(Translated by Wang Rongruo)