2. Poems about mountains in the sixth grade
The poem about mountains in grade six is 1. All the poems describing mountains in the sixth grade Chinese of primary school.
Wulong Mountain Scenic Resort is surrounded by water, with isolated peaks, lush trees, shady bamboos, steep mountain walls and turbulent rivers.
Looking up at Tianhu Mountain, I saw rugged green mountains, lush trees, vast blue sky and misty clouds, which just constituted an elegant ink landscape painting.
Looking up at the rooftop, there are clouds on the peak, and the mountain road twists and turns, falling from the clouds like a ribbon. Tourists are like little white dots scattered on the ribbon, moving up slowly.
The shadowy mountains are like a sleeping fairy, covered with cicada-like gauze, affectionate and silent.
The distant mountains are looming in the clouds, like naughty children fascinated by you.
Looking at Tianshan Mountain from a distance, the top of the mountain has been covered with snow for thousands of years, lying there peacefully, like an old man in white who has experienced vicissitudes.
Seen from a distance, the whole Xuefeng is like a shining saussurea involucrata, and it doesn't need any beautiful decoration. This is a perfect miracle of nature itself.
In the sun, the distant mountains are as bright and green as washed, and seem to be much closer and steeper than before.
Icebergs have various shapes, and the clean ice surface cracks into a beautiful texture like a turtle's back, but it does not crack. The ice is as smooth and transparent as a mirror, which can show people.
The peaks on both sides of the strait are changing in various interesting postures: sometimes like a floating fairy, sometimes like an old man leaning on a stick, sometimes like an ape offering peaches, and sometimes like a runaway wild horse.
The iceberg in the Antarctic is flat at the top, steep on all sides, neat as a knife, and blue in color.
Mount Tai stands proudly on the land of Qilu with the trend of "pulling up the ground to reach the sky and holding the sun in your hand". The ancients praised Mount Tai as "this mountain gets the sun first, and there are clouds and no rain on the peaks".
On the towering Yunfeng, the cliff shines instantly; In a blink of an eye, the mountain clouds at the foot disappeared, and the mountains were green and covered with exquisite ancient buildings.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.
The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable.
The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold.
The ravine is full of snow, which is as high as the back of the mountain and has become a flat snow-paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting.
1. Such a mountain is surrounded by such water, and such water reflects such a mountain. In addition, the foggy sky, the green trees and red flowers in the mountains and the bamboo rafts on the river make you seem to have entered a continuous picture. It's really "the boat is above the blue waves, and people are swimming in the picture world".
I have glimpsed the magnificent sea and enjoyed the mirror-like West Lake, but I have never glimpsed the water like Lijiang River.
The water in Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The water in Lijiang River is very clear, and you can catch a glimpse of the sand at the bottom of the river. The water in Lijiang River is really green, like a flawless jade.
4. The microwave profile aroused by the paddle opens a series of waterlines, which makes you feel that the ship is moving forward and the shore is retreating.
The mountains in Guilin are really strange. They stand tall and unconnected, like an old man, like a giant elephant, like a camel, like a strange peak. The mountains in Guilin are really beautiful, like hedges, like new bamboo shoots, with bright colors reflecting the water; The mountains in Guilin are really dangerous. The rocks are rugged and sparkling, as if they would fall if they were not careful.
Poems about mountains
1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)
3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu: Looking at Yue)
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu)
6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")
7. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
8. Peas are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
9. Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Xia? Book Jiangxi stoma wall "))
10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: "Title Xilin Wall")
2. The first volume of the sixth grade Chinese book describes the poems of great rivers and mountains.
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.
3. Ancient poems about mountains 1
1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)
3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains are short in the sky ... (Du Fu: Wang Yue) Mountain 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu)
6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")
7. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
8. Peas are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
9. Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man, Book Jiangxi to Create a Mouth Wall")
10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: "Title Xilin Wall")
1 1. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. (Wen Tianxiang: "Crossing the Ocean")
12. 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. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
4. The first lesson of the sixth grade is an ancient poem about "visiting friends in the mountains".
People's Education Edition, Volume 6, Chinese Lesson 1, Visiting Friends in the Mountains.
When I walked out of the gate, I was hit by a breeze, which smelled of dew and gardenia. Good morning, how refreshing!
No bus, no friends, no gifts. I took a quiet path in a good mood and went to visit my friends alone.
That old bridge was the first old friend I visited. Ah, old bridge, you have stood on this stream for hundreds of years, like a respected old man. How many people have you crossed? The river is rolling into the distance. You look down at the figures, fish shadows and moon shadows in the water. Years go by, waves fade away, bubbles gather and disperse, and only you remain.
Walking into this forest, the birds called my name, and the dew exchanged eyes with me. Every tree is my bosom friend. They bring boundless green to my face, and every tree is looking at me. I leaned against a tree quietly, as if I were a tree. Roots that grow under my feet go deep into the soil and rocks; Hair grows into a crown, arms become branches, and blood becomes the sap of a tree, rotating and flowing in the annual rings.
Everything in this mountain, which is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: hello, cool mountain spring! You take out a mirror. Do you want me to freshen up? Hello, gurgling stream! You are reciting a poem. Are you asking me to sing with you? Hello, waterfall! Your natural golden voice and powerful tenor are too imposing. Hello, steep cliff! Deep canyons set off your tall and straight body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom. Hello, Youyou Baiyun! Your white figure makes the sky quieter and bluer. Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I guess you mean the good scenery you saw on the flight.
Picking up a fallen flower and holding it in my hand, I smelled the fragrance of nature; Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate texture, I saw the mystery of life it contained. On their way to Tudi, I joined this short and meaningful ceremony; Tapping with a stone, I heard the sound of ancient volcanic eruption and the echo of time rumbling.
Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds. It's raining all over the world, and the rock above me is like a huge umbrella to me. The place where I stood became a good place to watch the rain. Who can say that this is not the grace given to me by heaven and earth?
The rain stopped. Several dogs barked in the valley, and a flock of returning birds swept over Yunling. I should go home. I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to my friends in the mountains, bringing back a good mood, good memories and good moonlight all the way.
The poem about mountains in grade six is 1. All the poems describing mountains in the sixth grade Chinese of primary school.
Wulong Mountain Scenic Resort is surrounded by water, with isolated peaks, lush trees, shady bamboos, steep mountain walls and turbulent rivers.
Looking up at Tianhu Mountain, I saw rugged green mountains, lush trees, vast blue sky and misty clouds, which just constituted an elegant ink landscape painting.
Looking up at the rooftop, there are clouds on the peak, and the mountain road twists and turns, falling from the clouds like a ribbon. Tourists are like little white dots scattered on the ribbon, moving up slowly.
The shadowy mountains are like a sleeping fairy, covered with cicada-like gauze, affectionate and silent.
The distant mountains are looming in the clouds, like naughty children fascinated by you.
Looking at Tianshan Mountain from a distance, the top of the mountain has been covered with snow for thousands of years, lying there peacefully, like an old man in white who has experienced vicissitudes.
Seen from a distance, the whole Xuefeng is like a shining saussurea involucrata, and it doesn't need any beautiful decoration. This is a perfect miracle of nature itself.
In the sun, the distant mountains are as bright and green as washed, and seem to be much closer and steeper than before.
Icebergs have various shapes, and the clean ice surface cracks into a beautiful texture like the back of a turtle, but it does not crack. The ice is as smooth and transparent as a mirror, which can show people.
The peaks on both sides of the strait are changing in various interesting postures: sometimes like a floating fairy, sometimes like an old man leaning on a stick, sometimes like an ape offering peaches, and sometimes like a runaway wild horse.
The iceberg in the Antarctic is flat at the top, steep on all sides, neat as a knife, and blue in color.
Mount Tai stands proudly on the land of Qilu with the trend of "pulling up the ground to reach the sky and holding the sun in your hand". The ancients praised Mount Tai as "this mountain gets the sun first, and there are clouds and no rain on the peaks".
On the towering Yunfeng, the cliff shines instantly; In a blink of an eye, the mountain clouds at the foot disappeared, and the mountains were green and covered with exquisite ancient buildings.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.
The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable.
The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold.
The ravine is full of snow, which is as high as the back of the mountain and has become a flat snow-paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting.
1. Such a mountain is surrounded by such water, and such water reflects such a mountain. In addition, the foggy sky, green trees and red flowers in the mountains and bamboo rafts on the river make you seem to enter a continuous picture. It's really "the boat is above the blue waves, and people are swimming in the picture world".
I have glimpsed the magnificent sea and enjoyed the mirror-like West Lake, but I have never glimpsed the water like Lijiang River.
The water in Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The water in Lijiang River is very clear, and you can catch a glimpse of the sand at the bottom of the river. The water in Lijiang River is really green, like a flawless jade.
4. The microwave profile aroused by the paddle opens a series of waterlines, which makes you feel that the ship is moving forward and the shore is retreating.
The mountains in Guilin are really strange. They stand tall and unconnected, like an old man, like a giant elephant, like a camel, like a strange peak. The mountains in Guilin are really beautiful, like hedges, like new bamboo shoots, with bright colors reflecting the water; The mountains in Guilin are really dangerous. The rocks are rugged and sparkling, as if they would fall if they were not careful.
Poems about mountains
1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)
3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu: Looking at Yue)
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu)
6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")
7. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")
8. Peas are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
9. Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Xia? Book Jiangxi stoma wall "))
10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: "Title Xilin Wall")
2. Ancient poems describing landscapes
Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", the grandeur of Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. If there is a spring boat on the lake, there is no end to the joy of thinking. No matter what the future holds, I will bear it.
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.
The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
Qingxi is from Wang Wei, and I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River, and the thoroughfare is from Qingxi. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Mount Zhongnan, with its huge height close to the city of heaven, connects Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan Send Zhang Wu", on a north peak among the white clouds, you found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here is an air with heaven. 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.
"From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou", I ran with the river all night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
On a clear morning, in a Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine shone on the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
In Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa", the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River, far from the white clouds, is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Poetry, Wang, Linjiangzhu and Mingluan continued to sing and dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
Li Bai used to play here when he climbed the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing, so this place was named after them, but now he abandoned it to this desolate river. Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet. Because clouds can break the sun and hide his city from my melancholy heart.
"Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" pays tribute to Baidicheng, and a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. 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.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan. Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.
"Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Tianmen cuts off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Old friends say goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. 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 Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao, where the yellow crane carried saints to heaven a long time ago, is now the only one left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low clouds. 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.
Ode to Mujiang is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
On the frosty night of Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge", Jiang Feng caught fire and slept. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci" Liu Lv Jiang Shuiping, I listen to the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and affectionate.
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is thousands of miles long, green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
"Take the mountain" away from the cold mountain, the stone road is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Hu's "Nanjing Ferry" Jinling Du Jinshui Mountain Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight. The tide sets on the moon, and the second and third fires in Guazhou.
Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", the grandeur of Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
"Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
If there is a spring boat on the cliff lake, I will carry it forward no matter what happens in the future And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake.
At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain. The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods.
I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod ... Qingxi is from Wang Wei, and I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River, and the thoroughfare is from Qingxi.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles. The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! . Mount Zhongnan, with its huge height close to the city of heaven, connects Qian Shan to the corner of the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter? Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan Send Zhang Wu", on a north peak among the white clouds, you found your hiding place.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese. Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home. The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here is an air with heaven.
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. "From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou", I ran with the river all night.
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou.
Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou. Chang Jian's Meditation after Broken Mountain Temple died in the early morning.
3. Sixth grade Chinese topic: a poem 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.