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Beautiful rivers and mountains
Magnificent mountains and rivers
There are so many beautiful things that one can hardly absorb them all.
Lovely scene
He qing Haiyan, singing and dancing, great rivers and mountains, magnificent rivers and mountains, beautiful rivers and mountains, picturesque rivers and mountains, prosperous country and people's security, rich country and strong people, not closing doors at night, not picking up roads, has a vast territory
Vast territory, magnificent scenery and magnificent rivers and mountains.
Lakes and mountains are picturesque, and mountains and rivers are famous mountains and rivers.
Qian Shan is full of water, green mountains, green mountains, Bashan mountains, Shu rivers and mountains.
Beautiful mountains and clear waters, beautiful rivers and mountains.
The magnificent rivers are as picturesque as ever.
Poems describing the great rivers and mountains of the motherland
1. Yangtze River
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
The stars leaned down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the river.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu and climb up the mountain.
The lonely sail is far away, but I can send Meng Haoran to Guangling in the sky of the Yangtze River.
Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Baiwang Tianmen Mountain.
The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river flows into the river (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")
2. Yellow River
1. Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? Li Bai's "Drinking"
2. The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. Li Bai gave Pei fourteen songs.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci
4. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
3. Guilin
The scenery in Guilin is the best in the world.
Riding the wind and waves, people are in a landscape picture of Guilin.
Han tablet looks at Shandong, Tang tablet looks at An, and Song tablet looks at Guilin (proverb).
4. Hangzhou
Most of the poems describing Hangzhou revolve around the West Lake.
For example, "The water is bright and the mountains are Kong Yu". If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate. "
Describe the Pinghu autumn moon in the West Lake: Wanqing Lake is as flat as a mirror, and April is the best.
Yulan Slow (Don't bid farewell to two poets in West Lake)
Tender and cold urge guests, serve wine and recite poems. Red leaves cover mountains, clear springs wash stones, and there are several hearts. Sanshengxi
Seeing off on the bridge, Luo, disappointed, still provoked Cui Yun's clothes. Unlike this drunken dream, the imperial city is a few degrees oblique. Hongfei smoke and water
Mimi. In retrospect, only you know. I miss the memory of Wujiang heron and feel lonely and resentful, but I still have something. The dream of the peak awakened Yun Qi, yes.
Thin songs, when the window remembers you. When can I find a later appointment? I'll send plum branches to you first.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi
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.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
This is Jiang Nanyi in Bai Causeway? Dreamed of the south bank
Yi Jiangnan (Bai Juyi)
Jiangnan is good,
I used to know the scenery.
When the sun rises, flowers will overcome fire.
This river is as green as blue in spring.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi,
The most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou:
Looking for laurel in the mountain temple in the middle of the month,
Watch the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will you revisit?
Jiang Nanyi,
Secondly, I recall Wu Gong:
Wujiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves,
Wu Wa is addicted to the lotus dance.
We will meet again sooner or later.
Ten Poems of West Lake (Xiao Chun Tanchun Su Causeway)
Birds crow in the garden, herons rise in the continent, and the clock is sparse in Yun Qi. Leng Xiang Gou, lamp dust, residual dream still singing grass.
Scratching your head at the blinds, you can see where the willow bridge is. Cui radial is a talent, he used the Lakers. Water-grazing anemone
Surround. When I still remember that year, Qiting sang wine. With the faint sound of spring, Che Bao was happy, and the second Fengcheng opened. Just going on an outing
Heart, get up early, not too cold. Draw a diaphragm and stand idle, whoever sweeps the old red will sweep it.
Hangzhou in Fujian is selected from Mourong's Complete Tang Poetry.
The west wind cooled the mink and fur, and the hurry did not stop. Sailing with the sunset,
My heart goes to Hangzhou with the bright moon. When the wind is clear, you will be surprised by homesickness. Don't worry about the songs under the lights.
When you think of the prosperity of Hangzhou, you should first separate from your troubles, and then respect it.
Holding a handful of dirt, I said, this is my motherland; Pick up a spray, I said, this is my motherland; Open the yellow Siku Quanshu, I said, this is my motherland; Play a melodious "Mountain Flowing Water", I said, this is my motherland!
Ah, the motherland! I met your humiliation and your grief in Yuanmingyuan. I met your majesty and majesty at Badaling. I met your vastness and vastness in the desert grassland. I am at the mouth of the ancient postal road, knowing your long history and your ups and downs.
In the face of prickly Lin Mang, mountainous and muddy swamp, there are countless loyal sons and daughters, who are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and they are not afraid of losing their heads! Until the golden autumn October 5 1 years ago, a bright five-star red flag and a giant's declaration made an ancient nation stand proudly and indulge in joy.
Ah! Motherland, my motherland! You are a tree, I am a leaf, and a leaf is spring scenery; Motherland! You are the soil, I am the rice seedling, I output all your blood for my harvest; Motherland! You are the Yangtze River and I am a small river. I would like to strengthen your mighty behavior with a trickle. Motherland! You are the sun, I am the cloud, guarding your brilliance, your brilliance and your holiness all my life; Motherland! Today, we celebrate your birthday again and see your new revitalization and development!
The ancient civilization, engraved on spears and halberds and immersed in every page of history, has long been a constant complex in my heart. Bitter, for you! Sweet, for you; Life, for you; Die for you! Your worries are our worries, and your happiness is our happiness!
Ah! Motherland! My motherland! You are hope, you are faith, and you are the support of all our efforts and progress.
The victory of the 15th National Congress in communist party, China opened a new page in history. Motherland, in the sunshine of the new century, you will be more prosperous and full of vitality!
My dear motherland, full of heroic spirit, vigorous steps, full of confidence and hearty laughter. After 54 years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have accumulated wise and meaningful thoughts, forged strong wings, and filled the beautiful, euphemistic and delicate poems of the motherland with incomparable rich connotations. Therefore, the motherland has given me a sacred mission: to love 54 years, spring and autumn, wind and frost, rain and snow, ups and downs with the language of poetry and beautiful artistic conception.
54 years of hardships, 54 years of turmoil, 54 years of hunting with flags, 54 years of triumph. The Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China made a strategic decision to shift the focus of work to socialist construction, which opened a brand-new page in the history of China. My dear motherland is like the sunshine in spring, warm and pleasant, awakening everything; China Giants once again glow with extraordinary energy, and their firm steps are drumming on the solid land. Look! The spring breeze of reform and opening up has blown green the passionate land, decorated the boiling factories and mines, and inserted wings to fight the sky for science. The Chinese nation bravely faces the world, embraces all rivers, shoulders great brawn and rich wisdom, and creates endless spiritual wealth and material wealth.
The magnificent scenery of Pinghu out of the gorge has made the ancient legends and dreams of generations come true. The feat of developing the western region touched the ancient Silk Road, the SAR took the lead in playing a modern symphony, and the sons and daughters of China gathered the power to destroy the decay. I deeply dedicate poems and sing about my dear motherland. The vast starry sky and lovely bouquets are all watched with pure emotion, watching my motherland walk leisurely-the marching army array in the new century has stepped out of the most majestic and scenic pace; The overwhelming reports of socialism show that only socialism can save China, develop China and lead China to prosperity.
I love you, my motherland! Like a white cloud attached to a mountain, like a river attached to the ocean.
Hooray! My motherland. Singing for the motherland, my songs are endless and melodious.