1. A small poem about describing grass or river (self-created)
There is no fragrance of flowers,
There is no height of trees,
< p> I am a little grass that no one knows.My friends are all over the world,
We are not as beautiful as flowers,
We are not as comfortable as white clouds.
But we have tenacious vitality,
Dare to fight.
Our seeds
As long as there is sunlight and moisture,
No matter how difficult the environment is,
the seeds will grow
Summer is here,
In this hot weather, we
compete with the sun,
until he gives in.
When the storm comes,
Sometimes we fall down in the end,
When the storm ends,
We are still alive .
When the flood broke out,
my partners and I opened our hands,
worked hard to absorb the rainwater from the ground,
stored in the soil. Maintain water sources.
Our weak figures,
formed a thick vegetation,
reducing the ravages of wind and sand.
Stopped soil erosion,
Although we are grass,
We can do many things
So I am very proud!
Because I am a grass! 2. Modern poems describing the river are urgently needed.
Are you creating your own?
I’m sorry,
Extend your breath
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Wanderingly
Flowed into my heart
Don’t tell him
I have all your memories
It’s all painted on
Every bit of your purity
Don’t tell him
What shines on his face
is your crystal clear Rain of tears
Missing you day and night
Smart heroic posture
How touching is that
Every rhythm< /p>
There is a rose
Blooming for you
Every drop
There is a smile
Or sooner Maybe I think of it later. 3. My own poem about summer rivers
Tang Dynasty poet Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion": The green trees are dense and the summer is long, the balcony is reflected in the pond, the water curtain is moving and the breeze is blowing. , the shelves are full of roses and the courtyard is incense.
Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling's "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat": The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain. People are trapped and fear that the rivers and seas will dry up, and God will not hesitate to dry up the rivers. Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan's "Enjoying the Coolness": Bringing a dog to chase the cool air outside the willows, leaning against the Hu bed on the south side of the painted bridge.
The moon is bright, the boat flutes are rising, the wind is still in the pond, and the lotus flowers are fragrant. Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's "Summer Night Chasing Coolness": The night heat is still the same as the noon heat, and the moon is bright when the door is opened.
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind. Meng Haoran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da": The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
Su Shunqin, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said in "The Meaning of Summer": The courtyard is deep in summer and the pomegranates are in full bloom. The shade of the trees is all over the ground, and at noon, I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
Nanjing Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Living in Seclusion in Early Summer": Weng's family is placed in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with sloping paths in the middle of the field under the shade of locust trees. Sometimes I watch herons when the water is full, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has already grown its shoots, but the wooden pen is still blooming. Sigh, old friends come and go, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.
Early Summer on the Pond by Bai Juyi The water accumulates in the pond in late spring, and the trees are thick in summer. The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
The music on the bed and mat is played quietly, and the wine store door is opened with fragrance. When I have nothing to do, I play with my little grandson.
Early Summer in Kezhong Sima Guang In April, the weather turns sunny and rainy, and the situation in Nanshan becomes clear. There are no catkins blowing due to the wind, only sunflowers facing the sun.
Title of the Early Summer Play by Xu Wei The long-lasting scented wind blows at dawn, and the lotus blossoms gradually bloom and the roses fall. The caterpillar also imitates Zhuang Zhou's dream and turns into a butterfly flying in the South Garden.
Early Summer Zhu Shuzhen The swaying bamboo shadows cover the quiet window, and the birds make noise in the sunset every two or three hours. Thank you, the begonias are flying away, and the weather is getting better for those who are trapped.
Visiting Zhangyuan in early summer Dai Min The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-clear and overcast for ripe plums. The east garden contains wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
From a nap in early summer by Yang Wanli. The plums leave sore teeth, and the bananas are divided into green and window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.
Sadula in Huaian Road in early summer. The fish and shrimp are just coming out of the net, and the plums and apricots are already on the branches. The trees are full of tenderness, the spring rain has stopped, and April passes by on time.
Early Summer Qian Qi Details Chu Kuang has a lot of hate in his life, and he seems to be sick and worried, which is the devil. The calyxes are faded and spring feels lonely, while the shade of leaves welcomes summer and is already peaceful.
The beautiful yellow oriole shakes the deep trees, and the fine white beauty wears violet. The military can't read poems, but the scenery is so pitiful.
In early summer, Lu Zhaolin was waiting for a guest in Youzhuang, and Geng Jie was sitting in Youzhuang. There are few people in Bianli, but the road is long.
The waterfall contains autumn air, and the hanging vines bring in the coolness of summer. The seedlings are deep and cover the Long River, and the lotus is on the radius pond.
All the green ghosts disappear when fishing, and white mandarin ducks fly in the field. Knowing that you are vibrating the strange algae will bring back the beauty of the sea.
Early Summer Li Shimin Once spring and summer change, the birds and flowers move overnight. The yin and yang are dark and light, the leaves are light and dark, and the mist is heavy and light at dawn and dusk.
The orioles are still ringing in the hall, and the horizontal silk threads are netting the sky. Pei Gaolan's shadow is connected, and the ribbon is connected with fine grass patterns.
The green scales are frightened on the side, and the black swallows are dancing in front of the eaves. Why should there be mountain springs again in Fenyang?
Expressing Heartfelt Love by Duan Keji in Early Summer The east wind curtains the curtains with raindrops, and the plums are half-yellow. The hosta is slightly awakened from the drunken dream, but only two or three branches are opened.
When I first wake up from sleep, the dawn oriole crows. Tired of playing chess.
The bananas bloomed newly, moved to the lakes and mountains, and wrote poems with colored pens. --------------- Midsummer: In the summer mountains, Li Bai lazily shakes his white feather fan, naked in the green forest.
Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze. Sigh on a Summer Night by Du Fu The sun will never fade, the heat will poison my intestines.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes. The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. In the virtual light, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.
No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions. Thinking of Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years.
Why do we look at each other with hotness after one wash. There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.
Although I am covered in bruises, it is better to return home early. The north city is filled with sorrow, and the storks and cranes are flying.
When the condition becomes irritated and tired, intense thoughts will make you feel better. Seeing Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. 1. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
(Bai Juyi's "Guan Mao Mao") 2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin's "Wanqing") 3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped.
(Xie Lingyun's "Traveling at Chishi into the Sailing Sea") 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh") 5 Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit still and I dare to eat.
(Dai Retro "Big Heat") 6 people all suffer from the heat, I love the long summer. (Li Ang's "Summer Couplet") 7 The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn.
(Cen Shen's "Xiu Pavilion Sends Hua Shun Wang Shaofu Back to the County") 8 It rains continuously and I don't know the end of spring, and I feel that summer is deep when it clears up. (Fan Chengda's "Xiqing") 9 A song on the Qingjiang River hugs the village, and the villages on the Changxia River are quiet and peaceful.
(Du Fu's "Shao Village") 10 Why regret Fang Fei's departure? Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. (Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on a Dark Sun in March") (2) Poems about summer scenery that do not contain the word "Xia" 1 The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and green flies have already stood on it.
(Yang Wanli's "Little Pond") 2 During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy pond. (Zhao Shixiu's "Appointment") 3 The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
(Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside") 4 The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. (Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple") 5 The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas in the middle of the night. (p> (Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion") 7 The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
(Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village") 8 Poplars are spread across the grain path on white felt, and green coins are stacked on lotus leaves along the stream. (Du Fu's "Quatrains") 9 It's cool in May in the thatched pavilion under the pine tree, and the clouds and trees in the tingsha are green in the evening.
(Dai Shulun's "Ti Zhichuan Mountain Show") 10 Since the coming and going of Liang Shangyan, the gulls in the water are close to each other. (Du Fu's "Jiangcun") 11 volumes of ground wind come and blow away suddenly, and the water below Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
(Su Shi's "Wanghulou Drunk Letter on June 27th") 12 The plums drip with acid and splash on the teeth, and the plantains are green and covered with window screens. (Yang Wanli, "Relaxing in Early Summer, Taking a Nap, Part 1") Xia Hua Ming Wei Yingwu The summer stripes are densely green, and the red calyxes are brightly decorated.
At noon on a scorching day, the fire is burning. When the wind blows, it becomes chaotic; when the water shines, it becomes beautiful again.
The words in the window are full of light. Summer Wei Yingwu It is said that the heart is painful, but it will last forever.
No one sleeps during the day and sits alone in the mountains in silence. When you are enlightened, you will let go of your worries and learn about the realm of empty common people.
Accumulated customs are easy to invade, but worries are difficult to recover from. The mountain pavilion is high and parallel in summer. The green trees are dense and the summer is long. The reflection of the tower is into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense. Summer boarding pavilion by Cai Que, paper screen, stone road, bamboo square bed, tired hands throwing books and long afternoon dreams.
Wanrancheng smiled alone when he woke up.
4. Asking for poems about small rivers, huts, and villages.
1. A small river flows smoothly, passing only thousands of miles of flat sand, free and silent, and has no happy voice.
A small river will flow down in twists and turns, only passing through high mountains and deep valleys, which are dangerous and frustrating. He has no happy voice. my friend! Thank you for answering my long-tedious question. In the smooth and tortuous water, the joy of youth is rippling in it! ——Bing Xin 2. Inscription on the humble room Liu Yu Xishan is not high, but if there is an immortal, he will be famous.
If the water is not deep, there will be a spirit if there is a dragon. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous.
The moss marks are green on the upper level, and the grass is green in color. Talk and laugh with ru, no contacts STOMATOLOGY.
You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents.
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Yunting in Xishuzi. Confucius said: "What a shame?" 3. Visiting my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran. My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 5. Modern poems describing the meaning of the small river
Small river (poetry): Grandpa Dong left quietly with a hint of chill, and Miss Chun came with light steps and life.
In the big forest, the grass emerged from the ground and looked curiously, the flowers bloomed with beautiful faces, and the big trees were once again dressed in green...everywhere was full of life. There are many animals living in this beautiful forest: they are lively and cute little white rabbits, clever and agile little monkeys, beautiful and kind-hearted sika deer, and the mighty and majestic lion king... In addition, there is our protagonist Little ant Heihei and his mother.
Not long ago, Heihei's mother unfortunately suffered from a strange disease: she didn't want to drink tea or eat. This made Hei Hei very anxious.
Neighbors came to visit them one after another. From the neighbors, the little ant Hei Hei knew that there was a blood-red herb on the top of a mountain dozens of miles away that could cure his mother's disease.
The little ant Heihei was very happy, but soon he became worried. It was such a long journey, could he find it back? It secretly made up its mind: go up to the mountain of knives, go down to the sea of ??fire, and go there yourself. Heihei entrusted his mother to the neighbors and hurriedly set out on the road.
The little ant Hei Hei worked tirelessly and finally reached the foot of the mountain after seven days and seven nights. It looked up and saw dangerous peaks standing tall and towering into the clouds.
However, it was not frightened or discouraged. It climbed up the mountain resolutely.
Several times it climbed up and slid down, leaving traces of scars on its body. The little ant Hei Hei endured the pain, gritted his teeth and pursed his lips.
Although there were tears in its eyes, it had already decided to persevere in its heart. At this moment, a white crane flew next to it and asked Heihei very concernedly: "What are you doing?" Heihei told Sister Baihe the whole story in tears.
Sister Baihe said: "Why didn't you tell me earlier, let me help you!" Sister Baihe quickly flew to the top of the mountain with Heihei on her back. They struggled to find the magical herb in the dense woods and grass.
Suddenly, Heihei shouted excitedly: "I found it, I found it." The little ant Heihei carefully picked the herbs, held them in his hands, sat on Sister Baihe, and said: " Sister Baihe, let’s go home quickly, my mother is still waiting for this herb.”
Sister Baihe quickly sent the little ant Heihei home. Heihei said very gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Baihe."
Heihei's mother also said very excitedly: "Baihe, thank you so much, you saved my life." Sister Bai He said humbly: "You're welcome. We live in a big family and should help each other."
Then Bai He flapped his wings and flew away into the distance. The herbs picked by the little ant Hei Hei were magical. Soon after Hei Hei's mother took them, her illness was cured.
Looking at his mother's increasingly rosy face, Heihei was very happy and felt that his hard work was not in vain. At the same time, it also silently thanked Sister Baihe for her help. 6. I want a modern poem about spring, summer, autumn and winter. For example, if I want to describe a small river, I will write a poem about spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Ancient poems describing spring: 1. Hui Chong's Evening Scene on the Spring River (Song Dynasty) Su Shi's "Peach Blossoms Outside the Bamboo Garden" III Two branches, a duck prophet of the warmth of spring river water.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the pufferfish is about to come. 2. Jiangnanchun (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, reflecting the green and red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers are winding in the water.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. 3. Spring Dawn (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.
How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night? 4. Quatrains (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Ancient poems describing summer: 1. Pastoral Excitement in Four Seasons (Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
2. What you see (Qing Dynasty) Yuan Mei A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth closed.
3. Xiaochi (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
4. Chishang (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi The little boy held a small boat and secretly picked white lotus. Without clearing up the hidden traces, the duckweeds bloom together.
Ancient poems describing autumn: 1. Mountain Walk (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
2. Looking at Dongting (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi The lake light and the moon are harmonious, and there is no goggles on the lake surface that have not been polished. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Ancient poems describing winter: 1. Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.
2. Plum Blossom (Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
3. The owner of Furong Mountain who stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow (Tang Dynasty) Liu Changqing The Cangshan Mountain is far away when the sun sets, and the white house is poor in the cold weather. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night.