1. "Shui Long Hidden Outside Lingyundou, Hubei Province"
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The mountains outside Hubei are cloudy and the small garden is dark blue. Win and enjoy the fragrance of ink pool to moisten the boat rain. Thousands of concubines in the neon festival, an arrow in the brocade sail, take Spring away. Calculate the return date is uncertain, and after the smoke clears, the spring city sings and flies.
The Yellow Crane Tower starts at noon. Play the dance of Yulong and Jiang Mei. The wind is forbidden, the dream is clearer, think about it. When Qiu Shui was born, Fuqing was still in Nanping Mountain Villa. Look at the platform, lead a horse, plant it on the long embankment and make a thousand trees.
2. Huanxisha
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There is a small battle between black and white. Several people are fighting hand in hand. Who knows that victory is ruthless. Fu Xie is always thinking about the villa, while Du Lang is idle to think about the soldiers. Why not talk about Liaocheng and smile?
3 "butterfly lovers, wild trees and plum blossoms"
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The wild trees are fragrant with plum blossoms. The path is secluded, I would like to be natural. Looking back at fame and fortune. Most of them are acquaintances. Whose house is the villa? There are still Tibetan spring houses in the scattered windows of every household. Where is the mirror broken? The sad grass is green in front of the court.
4. Qinyuanchun Manlang Jiangtou
Year: Song Author: Zengbo Li
Manlang Jiangtou, three listens to the autumn anvil, and one climbs the old platform. Looking at the smoke, dazzling, the wind is dancing, when will the eyebrows open? Jiuting and Weiqi Zhuang were both old-fashioned at that time. The matter of Jiangdong is safe for a hundred years, and it is timely. But the competition is light. Go east to return to the Huaihe River. Sigh Anu sad, because people are busy, it is a pity that the rest of the land will be restored. Phoenix birds are high in the sky, and the tide is rising and falling in Luzhou, and Bai Ou is about to return. Waigan, heroic history, a glass of Joan.
5. "Touch fish, buy Bitong pond, and plant willow by rotation"
Year: Yuan Author: Ma
Buy ponds and plant willows, and fly bridges to check officials and businessmen. At that time, the title bar was inadvertently borrowed from Mo Chi Yuxuan. Tuo * * * Zhu. The road to stealth is long, and there are three gods at sea. Come back and laugh. Jade is easy to cross the sea, and the wild pavilion is endless. Pei Zhong Ling, there is only one teacher in the villa. The voice advocating a reward should be echoed by Lu Zhong. If you teach the meridian to become Ding Mao, you can let the old fisherman find a sentence. Call me quickly. It is good to wash the poor and worry, but it goes against the poetry spectrum. Xifenggu I want to stick a melon. Where is the melon? There is no nursery at home.
2. What are the poems describing "lakeside scenery"? 1, "Corydalis bungeana"
Qing Dynasty: Cha Shen Xing
Xiao Feng urged me to hang the sail, and the green rose and the spring shore was flat.
It rained for three days in the south of Changshui Reservoir, and cauliflower crossed Xiuzhou City.
Translation:
In spring, the boat gallops on the river, and the green grass on both sides seems to be flush with the whole bank. The fragrance of cauliflower swept Xiuzhou City in the spring breeze.
2. "Pick mulberry seeds, and the West Lake will be good after the lotus blooms."
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. There is no need for a standard, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original painting entered the depths of the flowers, and it was fragrant and golden. It was misty and rainy, so I went home drunk.
Translation:
The scenery of the West Lake is beautiful, and the lotus blossoms are fragrant. Boating is a feast, and you don't need a flag to honor. Your red flowers are covered with green leaves and come with the boat. The painted cruise ship sailed into the depths of the lotus bushes, and the golden cup was fragrant. In the evening, smoke mixed with light rain, in a piece of music and songs, boats carrying drunken tourists home.
3. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang/Pro-Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Translation:
Autumn water rises, almost flat with the shore, water and sky are the same color, and they are integrated with the sky. Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the river, but I can't find a boat or paddle. It's really shameful to idle around in an enlightened age. Sitting by and watching others desperately fishing by the river, you can only envy those fish caught for nothing.
4. "After picking mulberry seeds and flowers, the West Lake will be fine."
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
After the crowd, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, and birds are flying. The weeping willows withered and the sun blew.
When all the tourists are gone, they feel that spring is empty. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
Translation:
Although the flowers have fallen, the West Lake in late spring is still beautiful, and the residual flowers are light, and the residual red is particularly eye-catching among the branches and leaves; Catkin sometimes floats, sometimes spins, and the dance is misty; Weeping willows crisscross, swaying in the breeze, enjoying themselves in the warm spring breeze and brushing the lake all day.
The tourists enjoy themselves and disperse, the flute becomes quieter, and then they begin to feel empty, as if they need this peace. Back to the bedroom, pull up the curtains, waiting for the arrival of the swallow, only to see Shuang Yan coming back from the drizzle, and then pull up the curtains.
5. Spring Tour of Qiantang River
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
Going to the north of Gushan Temple and the west of Jiagongting, I stopped for a moment and looked up, but I saw the water level rising and the white clouds drooping, which was beautiful. A few orioles, scrambling to fly to the sunny tree, whose swallow brought spring mud to build a new nest? Colorful flowers, almost charming eyes and green weeds just covered the horseshoe. The scenery in the east of the lake is unforgettable, and the most lovely thing is the white sand embankment hidden by Populus davidiana.
3. The poem describing the villa is 1. Romantic and solemn temperament, tall foyer, magnificent doors, arched windows and stone buildings at the corner show elegance.
2. The floor paved with black marble is as bright as a mirror, the tiles are gorgeous, the crystal hangs down the chandelier glass, the imported wooden table is pure black and fragrant, and the famous brand cushion chair is beautifully carved, which makes the whole room almost indescribable.
Lush bamboos stand in two rows along the path, and green bamboo leaves are gradually surrounded at the top, forming a dome-shaped "roof" to isolate the strong sunshine from the scorching heat in late summer. No matter where you go in the park, you can't see the landscape from the road 10 meters. The green and tall bamboo forest hides the whole park in it and twists and turns.
4. Look up, the stars here are very close to you; Look at the clouds when you are free during the day; It's raining, let's see how it rains; It's okay. I am in the guest room.
4. On the way to the lake in the morning, a person leans his head and breathes the smell of the lake. The spirituality of youth flies wildly in my mind. At the beginning of a long life, I long for an attachment, just like the beauty of this mellow water, which has infiltrated my eager heart.
The lake is still lying in a beautiful melody. Soft light, still water and wind load are the sources of melody inspiration. If the woven tourists are rhythmic notes on the lake, then the reflection of the green hills and the flash of the lake are the most beautiful dance steps on the lake. The green willows on the shore are like songs, and the green lotus in the water is like poetry. I yearn for the beauty that can be poetically empowered. She is an unforgettable poem. I
Maybe she just belongs to a part of my life, or maybe it's just a passing encounter.
I was amazed at the seamless integration of sunshine, lakes, green hills and trees on her, without any affectation. It would be more appropriate to set her off with the phrase "natural carving, clear water produces hibiscus"
Her beauty is not only a landscape in the eyes of ordinary people, but also a temperament derived from life from her every move and smile.
Life, like water, can be dull; Life is like wine, which can be dry and mellow. The lake is water, and the lake is like wine. In the eyes of ordinary people, the clarity of the lake can still be vigorous and make him intoxicated.
This soft water has penetrated into every corner of the city. Alleys, streets, wooden doors, tall buildings, overpasses and villas have all been integrated with this deep water. After dinner, people are talking about the West Lake. Under the big tree, people are talking about it. Putting a square table, pouring a few pots of hometown wine, a few side dishes and a plate of tofu, this street life, which is gradually away from the hustle and bustle of the city, is also being picked up by people.
I am immersed in endless meditation and savor the charm of Jiangnan water town a little. The love in my heart is rippling endlessly. Vaguely, I was half asleep, waiting to meet that part of my life again in my dream.
I suddenly looked up and found myself sleeping on the stone bench by the lake for a long time.
5. What are the poems about "villa"? The poem about villa is 1. The age of "Lingyunduo outside the water in Hubei" is: Song Author: Lingyunduo outside Hubei, the small garden is dark blue.
Win and enjoy the fragrance of ink pool to moisten the boat rain. Thousands of concubines in the neon festival, an arrow in the brocade sail, take Spring away.
Calculate the return date is uncertain, and after the smoke clears, the spring city sings and flies. The Yellow Crane Tower starts at noon.
Play the dance of Yulong and Jiang Mei. The wind is forbidden, the dream is clearer, think about it.
When Qiu Shui was born, Fuqing was still in Nanping Mountain Villa. Look at the platform, lead a horse, plant it on the long embankment and make a thousand trees.
2. "Huanxisha" era: Song Author: Shu Chu black and white have a little war. Several people are fighting hand in hand.
Who knows that victory is ruthless. Fu Xie is always thinking about the villa, while Du Lang is idle to think about the soldiers.
Why not talk about Liaocheng and smile? 3 "Butterfly Lovers Wild Tree Plum Blossom Fragrance" Time: Song Author: Wild Tree Plum Blossom Fragrance.
The path is secluded, I would like to be natural. Looking back at fame and fortune.
Most of them are acquaintances. Whose house is the villa?
There are still Tibetan spring houses in the scattered windows of every household. Where is the mirror broken?
The sad grass is green in front of the court. 4. "Qin Man Tou" Time: Song Author: Zengbo Li Man Tou, three listening to the autumn anvil, a stage.
Looking at the smoke, dazzling, the wind is dancing, when will the eyebrows open? Jiuting and Weiqi Zhuang were both old-fashioned at that time.
The matter of Jiangdong is safe for a hundred years, and it is timely. But the competition is light.
Go east to return to the Huaihe River. Sigh Anu sad, because people are busy, it is a pity that the rest of the land will be restored.
Phoenix birds are high in the sky, and the tide is rising and falling in Luzhou, and Bai Ou is about to return. Waigan, heroic history, a glass of Joan.
5. "Touch the fish and buy the willow in the pond" Time: Yuan Author: Horse buys the willow in the pond, and flies over the bridge to check the school. At that time, the title bar was inadvertently borrowed from Mo Chi Yuxuan.
Tuo * * * Zhu. The road to stealth is long, and there are three gods at sea.
Come back and laugh. Jade is easy to cross the sea, and the wild pavilion is endless.
Pei Zhong Ling, there is only one teacher in the villa. The voice advocating a reward should be echoed by Lu Zhong.
If you teach the meridian to become Ding Mao, you can let the old fisherman find a sentence. Call me quickly.
It is good to wash the poor and worry, but it goes against the poetry spectrum. Xifenggu
I want to stick a melon. Where is the melon? There is no nursery at home.
6. Yunxi Mountain Villa's poem "Birds Singing in the Stream" (Wang Wei): People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
In this quiet place, osmanthus gently fell to the ground. The quiet night makes the mountains in this spring more empty. The rise of the moon alarmed the mountain birds perched on the trees, and their crisp calls rang in the empty mountain stream.
Appreciating the background of Wang Wei's birdsong creek The Tang Dynasty was a stable, unified and prosperous society, and it was the first of a series of poems written by Wang Wei's good friend Huang Fuyue, Huang Fuyue's Five Miscellaneous Poems in Yunxi. Each of the five poems describes a landscape, which is close to landscape sketch, but different from ordinary freehand brushwork, perhaps a scenic spot. Bird Watching Creek focuses on the quiet beauty of spring mountain at night. In Wang Wei's poems, we can not only see the charming environment of spring mountain dotted with bright moon, fallen flowers and birds singing, but also feel the peaceful and stable social atmosphere in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Expressed the author's love for spring scenery in the mountains.
Five topics of Huangfuyue Yunxi
Niaomingjian
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Lianhuawu
Pick lotus every day, and the magistrate will return at dusk.
Don't splash water on the pole, lest you get red-violet's clothes wet.
Lucian
At first, I turned to Honglian, and I returned to Puyang.
Independent He Kun, the topic of fish ancient check.
Shangpingtian
Until dawn, until dawn, until dusk.
If you seek advice, you would rather know that you are submerged in virtue.
Pingchi
The spring pool is deep and wide, so you just wait for the canoe to come back.
Lush green leaves close and weeping willows sweep away.
7. Beautiful sentences describing summer scenery and a villa describing summer: The sun sprinkled Hui Jin on the earth, and the whole ancient city was covered with cicada-like gold gauze, and the earth was covered with mysterious colors.
The horn of a car and the jingle of a bicycle suddenly formed a group of early morning symphonies. My hometown Yantai is like a bright pearl, embedded in the coastal area of Jiaodong Peninsula.
The criss-crossing traffic facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, which promotes the ancient Beijing to make great strides towards a modern international city. At night, every building shines with jewels, and every street becomes a shining star system. In the middle of the night, the lights in the town are like fireflies flying far away, getting darker and darker, and the whole city is like a dream.
Suzhou, an ancient city, is sleeping now. She lay quietly in the arms of the canal, like a water lily on a silver riverbed.
The lights are flashing, and I feel like I'm swimming in the galaxy in space and watching the Lantern Festival in the ancient capital Chang 'an. In the background of night, cars in the street are one after another, row after row, as if strings of dazzling pearls are flowing, and as if rows of twinkling stars are moving.
If Guangzhou is like a emerald city in the daytime, then when the sun sets, Guangzhou becomes a night pearl, with lights like the sea and thousands of streets flashing. The whirlwind rolled yellow dust and trivial dust, which made the whole town depressed and the busy market depressed.
Night arrival, brightly lit, like a sparkling night pearl dotted the town. The small town on a rainy night, dim lights, like countless eyes open and close.
The wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and the villages near and far are like ships in the green sea. The field was quiet, and one or two small lights like beans began to appear in the distant cottages, blinking timidly.
The rivers in the water town are as dense as cobwebs and round stone arch bridges as blisters after rain. Dandelion is holding small golden flowers, as if praising the spring in this water town.
The country road twists and turns, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, sometimes showing a little trace and sometimes disappearing. Rivers in my hometown crisscross and are as dense as cobwebs, which is called Venice of the East.
Goldfinches sing, jump and sometimes beat time, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village. The full moon is like a giant sky lantern, reflecting the mountain village like a transparent crystal world.
Dissolved moonlight, like milk, permeates the branches of umbrella-shaped acacia and sprinkles on the mud-walled yard in the mountain village. Smoke rises from the kitchen above the village, like a girl in white gauze dancing in the sunset, graceful.
The bustling street is crowded with people, like a pot of boiling water. Wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.
When the wind passed, the manhole covers, stalls and pedestrians on the street seemed to be swept away by the wind, and all disappeared, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind blew harder and harder, and the pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil, as if they had just emerged from the ground.
This alley is like a snake, winding between a row of tall buildings and a residential area. There are no flowers or trees in the alley. It was dried up and covered with a thick layer of dust, just like a dry river.
The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are neat and deep, twists and turns. They are paved with jumping stones. In spring, there is no sand. You can wear cloth shoes without getting wet after taking a bath in summer. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner, every blue brick and every crack.
Colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be covered with beautiful colorful clothes. Bright street lamps reflect the stars in the sky, and the whole market is immersed in jewels, which makes people shine at the moment.
Looking from a distance along the avenue, the street lamp is very bright, like a dragon with no head before and no tail after. Street lights are on far and near. At first, it was like a dark red fruit bowl. Gradually, it became a bright silver ball.
The street lamps on both sides of the road are on, looking from a distance, like a long river, sparkling. Spherical street lamps, like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; Get together, just like a bunch of grapes, with a ball lamp held high on each lamppost, like a blooming red lotus.
Two rows of bright street lamps stretching in the distance are like winding fire dragons. The street lamps in the distance cast a series of apertures, and snowflakes danced like fireflies in the light.
One or two listless lights are like the eyes of a sleepy person. The street lamps in the street flashed yellow and red lightning, like a pair of drunken red eyes, flashing at him.
The pavement is covered with jujube-sized stones, white, yellow, dark red and colorful, like an endless ribbon. A winding stone road, chicken intestines-like dishes in the mountain bay river.
On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, dotted like a flower snake. Cars of all styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, like a colorful river.
At night, tens of thousands of lights on Nanjing Road in Shanghai are brilliant, even the stars and the moon in the sky are eclipsed. The road runs north and south, with pine, cypress and phoenix trees planted on both sides, as if embedded with two green laces.
After the rain, Chuqing's road looks like a mirror, and colorful colors shine in the sun. Zhengzhou Yellow River Highway Bridge, like a wide belt, is tied to the endless Yellow River, adding elegance to the surging Yellow River.
The bridge in the middle of the lake spans the middle of the East Lake like a crescent moon, and the highway extends from its two ends to the distance. The huge pier, like a dragon's claws, is deeply inserted into the torrent and firmly holds the steel dragon.
From a distance, the stone bridge is like a white jade belt, tied to the soft waist of the river. The looming bridge in the water seems to drift away at any time.
The stone three-hole bridge is reflected in the water like a crescent moon. At dusk, the sun left a long afterglow on the top of the mountain, and the ancient pagoda was like a towering sword in the sunset.
The chimney that wants to compete with the peaks spews white smoke, and the breeze blows, forming a long feathered white cloud under the blue sky, like a book that is crossing the sky.