Whenever I read these two poems, I can't help becoming a southerner, especially after seeing the cold and desolate winter in the north. Spring in Jiangnan is always full of vitality. Peach blossoms and pear blossoms are always in full bloom. Only rape flowers can quietly hear the busy buzz of bees, showing the elegance of white butterflies playing among flowers.
The grass in the distance spreads wantonly, and the trees in the shape of * * * all grow bright green leaves early, just like a painter's evenly rendered pen, never missing anything. In spring, the sky is high and the clouds are light, or it is drizzling. The white fog flowing around the mountain due to the wind, accompanied by the looming crowd on the mountain, is like a fairyland.
In summer, enthusiasm is like fire, cicadas can be heard everywhere in the trees, children by the river play with the sound of water, and frogs croak occasionally. Petunias hung on the wall, Parthenocissus tricuspidata bloomed in the wind, and carp under Tingting lotus leaf stopped swimming. It was a lively and quiet afternoon.
2. Question: Please write two poems describing the scenery.
There will be three sunny days in spring.
Spring rain is as expensive as oil.
Spring takes the lead all the year round.
A year's plan starts with spring.
If the spring breeze does not blow, the grass buds will not sprout.
Children's faces change three times a day in spring.
Fat but spring rain, bitter but autumn frost.
Season waits for no man, spring warms bloom.
Spring comes early and Qiu Lai is full.
Spring ploughs an inch of land, and autumn hits Shiwan Valley.
You can't be old for ten years, but you miss a spring in one day.
Youth is the spring of mankind. —— Guo Moruo
Flowers are everywhere in Spring City. -Han Yu
The branches of red apricot are full of spring. -Song Qi
Dongfeng Man Chun. -Li He
Everything is fresh in spring. -Feng Menglong
Spring has come to this world. -Zhang wipe
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. -Ye Shaoweng
At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue. -Bai Juyi
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? -Wang Anshi
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He is Zhang Zhi.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Shi
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. -Liu Yuxi
There is no need to welcome guests in the eastern suburbs, and spring scenery lies in thousands of families. -Lu Daoyue
Spring rain-the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
Spring flowers-a melancholy snow in Donglan, life is clear.
Spring night-it's already late at night, and the big dipper languishes in the south.
Spring water-Spring water is bluer than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.
Spring breeze-Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Spring-you can easily recognize the east wind, and all colors are always spring.
Spring scenery-try to see it from the detached platform, a flower city, half full of spring water.
Spring outing-Dongfeng knows that I want to travel around the mountains and blow away the rain accumulated between the eaves.
Spring thoughts-the spring heart is not * * * flowers contend for hair, even if this flame of love, is it only ashes? .
The silence of spring-the rain brought by spring tide comes late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.
Spring sorrow-ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Spring dream-when you are on your pillow, you can travel thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Spring resentment-natural infatuation in life, this resentment has nothing to do with romantic.
Returning to spring-falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
-Han Yu's Light Rain in Early Spring
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
-Du Fu's quatrains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
-Bai Juyi's "Good Jiangnan"
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and every night candles will cry dry the wick. -Li Shangyin
2) Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat crossing in the wild. -Wei
3) The spring tide is peaceful with the river, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. -Zhang
4) Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi
5) If the garden can't be closed in spring, an almond will go out of the wall. -Ye Shaoweng
6) Spring City is full of flowers, and cold food comes from the east. -Han Yu
7) The spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. -Su Shi
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Cen Can
The river is as red as fire at sunrise and as green as blue in spring. -Bai Juyi
10) I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He is Zhang Zhi.
1 1) Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet of Chunjiang plumbing. -Su Shi
12 Qian Fan is near the sunken ship and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree. -Liu Yuxi
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Complete works of landscape poems
3. Choose two ancient poems describing the scenery, focus on describing the scenery, expand the imagination, and write a paragraph "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". Although I long for Weng Tao's indifference and leisure, I can't bid farewell to the hustle and bustle of the city. Therefore, I can look for one or two "humble rooms" in We Watch Green Trees Surround Your Village and Liang Shiqiu. Even "summer mosquitoes become thunder" can be "like a flock of cranes flying in the air", and "humble room" can also be turned into "elegant house" If someone in "Yashe" can't bear the temper, play the flute, caress the piano and read a line or two of poems, it can also be described as "tuning the piano and reading the Golden Classics". When you walk out of the house, the green hills are always there. At this time, you won't feel "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". At that time, a person sitting in front of the house, facing the sunset in the western world, facing the birds returning to the forest, facing the distant green hills, swaying trees and the land under his feet, no one would have thought how happy tomorrow would be! As long as you are in a quiet mountain, even if it is a quilt, the land is worth it.
You are an "elegant house" and a "fairy tale capital of desire"! Even if the house is humble, if it is "only I am fragrant" and "what is it?"
If in the Mid-Autumn Festival, mottled trees are swaying, and till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon leaves wine in the wind through the window leaves or the cracks in the roof of "Elegant House", you will surely forget all the insults! Birds singing and insects singing, coupled with faint fragrance, the fragrance of grass and earth, can also be intoxicating. At that time, you won't have to look for "dyeing the steps with spring grass" and "two orioles singing green willows" in ancient poems, not to mention "raising a glass to relieve your worries"?
Under the kindness of the master, the humble room can also become an elegant house, but such an elegant house is out of reach.
I also like "building a house is human, but there is no car to announce it", but I hope so!
4. Ask for a composition with landscape poems. Autumn in ancient poetry has opened a book of poems. I am looking for the shadow of autumn in it, looking for that familiar face ... "Trees are all autumn, and mountains only shine." At sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the hillside, and the world is so quiet. With open arms, I breathe the breath of autumn, which is cool and comfortable, making people forget the heat of summer.
Sitting under the tree and letting the autumn wind brush my cheeks, I seem to see the ginkgo trees in autumn. Leaves are like handfuls of jade fans, which one to fan, which one to fan, sending away the heat in summer and bringing the coolness in autumn. Blink your eyes, the maple tree in autumn is in front of you, and the leaves fall slowly from the tree like a raging fire, just like stamps, which send you autumn information.
Brush brush, autumn wind blows yellow leaves, blowing all over the sky. They fell to the ground, buried in the soil, floated on the water, and landed on the roof ... When I saw this, I couldn't help but think of "the high wind whistling in August, rolling up my hair", and the autumn wind was quite naughty! Looking up at the blue sky scrubbed by the autumn wind, the autumn geese flying with wings are singing and flying south. A poem "Autumn geese are accompanied by Changfeng, when I face them from this villa and drink my wine" comes to mind. How warm the autumn wind is, she told Qiuyan, "Autumn is here-autumn is here!" " I personally sent it to the south, so that it could escape the strangulation in winter before the cruel winter came. Autumn is a golden season, but I think "autumn" is her name. "Qiu" is a child, a naughty and kind child. She drove away the summer and saved people from suffering. She buries fallen leaves, makes the land fertile and nourishes life; She sent the goose away to escape from the clutches of winter.
5. Two descriptive poems "The Moon" describing the scenery
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone".
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking".
There is nothing to say when you go to the West Chamber alone, and the moon is like a hook —— Li Yu's Hui Huan.
The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. -Wang Changling's "The Embankment"
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs"
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? —— Wang Anshi went boating in Guazhou.
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep. -Zhang Ji spent the night near Fengqiao.
Bright Moon in the Sky, brightening the whole of heaven —— Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance by Zhang Jiuling
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
In the morning, she saw the change of her hair cloud in the mirror, but she dared the cold of moonlight with her evening song ―― Li Shangyin's untitled.
Write a poem of friendship
After all, the world is just a small place. Said to send Du out of Shu.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi "Don't move big"
Poetry with the theme of "birds"
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's drinking.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
"Rain" poem
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
A poem with the word "mountain"
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. -Mulan poem
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. -Cen Can's Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Homecoming, Song of Snow.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. -Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. -Wang Changling's "The Embankment"
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. -Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Villa.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. -Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's drinking.
Poems with "flowers"
I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and my face is cold. -Monk Zhinan
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are reflected in the sun with different colors —— Yang Wanli's A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
Frogs can be heard in the fragrance of rice flowers-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon.
The children ran after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found ―― Song Yang Wanli was in Xugong Store in Xincheng.
In April, the flowers in the world are exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in bloom —— Bai Juyi's Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple.
6.600-word composition with poems and scenery. When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons.
I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and slowly I fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fall in love with the fun and ice cream in the swimming pool in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored.
Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts.
But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn. Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense.
The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles.
At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth.
Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks. Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind.
At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves.
Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible.
Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature. Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting.
Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind.
They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. They can't show beauty anywhere by themselves.
They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring.
Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn. Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn.
So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships. Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.
Autumn is really fruitful.
7. Two poems describing the beauty of the West Lake are beautiful and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. (Su Shi)
Lonely pu is boundless with water, and lotus blossoms smell fragrant at night.
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water surface is flat at the foot of the cloud.
Several early songbirds compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are different.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.