Poems describing taste (poems describing spring scenery from the perspectives of sight, hearing, smell and taste) 1. Poems describing spring scenery from the perspectives of sight, hearing, smell and taste.
Vision: Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
The spring breeze is green, and the grass trees in Jiang Nanan will know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of flowers will be red and purple. 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.
A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud? Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. The guest house is green and willow, and Weicheng is rainy and dusty.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds. There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. The poet's scene is in the Spring Festival, with green willows and yellow half-jagged.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. A line of egrets came to the sky in the spring tide, bringing long-overdue rain and rushing water, and no one crossed the boat in the wild.
Spring grass grows in the pond, the beautiful mud in the mountain melts the swallows, and the sand warms the sleeping mandarin ducks. Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
Playing butterflies for six consecutive years always makes people idle, and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
Fragrant trees have no flowers, Qian Shan is green outside the snow, and February flowers are sunny by the river. Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Today's pear blossoms are full of spring rain, and last year's peach blossoms set each other off.
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. There were faint clouds in the sky, and the wind blew on my face. At this time, it was noon, and I walked through the flowers and along the green willows, and unconsciously came to the river.
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. At midnight, the Big Dipper withers in the south.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. Spring grass dyes the steps and the east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.
Listen: Birds are singing in the air all the way to Chunshan. Birds are singing in Jiaoying Tea Garden. In the spring morning, I wake up briskly, and birds are singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Tonight, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is new. The small building with green windows and screens listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Birds sing happily under the smell of leaves: petals are floating in the wind, with the fragrance of running water.
A gust of wind brought catkin cotton, which sweetened the taste of the flower shop: don't be bitter, don't be wicker green. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? .
2. Poetic description of spring scenery
, "Spring Thoughts" Tang Libai
The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberry here is bent with branches of moss, so you finally want to go home.
Now, when my heart is almost broken like a spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
2, "Spring Hope" Tang Du Fu
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist. In spring, green trees and grasslands return, petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, and I caressed my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
3, "Zuogong Night Tour" Tang Du Fu
The flowers are dark and the palace is dark, the birds crow in the sky and the windows are bright, and the nine clouds are bright.
While I was waiting for the golden lock to turn, I heard the jade pendant jingling in the wind. I had a petition to submit in the morning, and I was asking what time it was all night.
4, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
5, "Acacia" Tang
When those red berries come in spring, they bloom in your southern branches. Take them home for me as a symbol of our love.
6, "Chunxiao" Tang Meng Haoran
This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.