1, at the end of the fireworks, find a pure land, watch the prosperity fall, listen to the birds, and lean on your ears. Quiet mountain forests, open up one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell one side of Lin Qing, and let him die. Find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, pave a bluestone path, and feel at ease with you in the morning bell and dusk drum.
2. Quiet mountain forest, open up one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell a piece of clear forest, and watch the bloom flowers fall with you.
At this time, the spring is bright, the spring breeze is blowing, everything is comfortable, and birds are singing in it. This is a great spring breeze. At this time, when you are in the mountains, find a quiet place, take a pot of good wine and drink it, and worship the sky and the beautiful world with wine.
Time changes with the rising sun and rain and dew. I am wandering in this long journey, trying to find the flavor. In midsummer, there are beautiful things, some are picked up and some are forgotten. Finally, they all touched every ray of light in this generation's summer. Deep blue shines in the moonlight, and the quiet mountain forest is cold in the bath. I don't know where I am or whether the world is right or wrong.
The moonlight is faint, and a deep and shallow dark green is outlined in the dense forest. The air is so silent that even the sound of insects can't be heard. Only the occasional wind passing over the grass tips cuts out subtle sounds in the forest. If there is no sound, the whole mountain forest will be deeper. It was so quiet that no one passed by.
6. I want to go for a walk in the forest alone, where it is very quiet and I can piece together my feelings. I want to be there, forget you, practice alone and sleep without you.
7. You said you like quiet, and I gave up the noisy life for you; You said that you like to be alone, and I will accompany you to live in seclusion in the mountains; You said you wanted a bright star, sorry! It's too high for me to reach!
8. Many years later, if I go to Siguniang Mountain, it will not be quiet in the forest, but just a hole in the cliff. After many years, if I go wandering, it is not for the beauty of mountains and rivers, but for you along the way.
9. Deep mountains and dense forests, the tree-lined mountain roads on both sides are covered with thick pine needles. In the afternoon, the sun emits a pungent smell of turpentine, and birds occasionally make clear calls like shadows.
10, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, with clear water and green mountains. People who cross the gorge are not born. Look at the size of heaven and earth and the complexity of trees. I can't stand it. A bird sings. Talking about the sky and talking about the land, I don't know who my confidant is.
2. What poems describe "Jingshan"?
Bird-singing Creek [Tang Dynasty] Wang Weiren is idle with osmanthus flowers, 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. (Tang) Temple Wang Wei, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, walking for several miles.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple. [Tang] Wang Wei, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. In the bamboo house, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. "If you enter the evil stream" [Nanliang] Wang Ji's name is wide and empty.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad. A Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple (Tang) is usually set up in a pure morning, close to the old temple, where the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. 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.
3. What are the poems describing mountain roads?
1, Chunzhuang Tang: Lanyedao is in Wangboshan and Litaoyuan is outside the city.
I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing. In the quiet mountain forest, there is a path covered with orchid leaves by the roadside, and there is a garden for growing peaches and plums outside the city.
It's just that the world is not peaceful and birds can't be heard singing. 2. Mountains in the Tang Dynasty: There are people in the depths of white clouds on the stone path of Hanshan Mountain in Du Muyuan.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Along the winding path up the mountain, there are people deep in the white clouds.
I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.
3. Traveling to Shanxi Village in Song Dynasty: Lu You Xiao Mo's peasant household is full of wine and wine, leaving enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the hospitality is very rich. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.
The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs. In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
4, Bai Xuege farewell field secretary Wu home Author: North wind rolled white grass fold, eight In the snow Tatar days. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. The north wind swept across the earth and broke the grass, so it rained and snowed in August.
Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears were in full bloom. Snow fell into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to put on the warm brocade quilt.
The general's hands were too cold to open the horn bow, and his armor was still cold. The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds.
The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble. In the evening, the snow kept falling in front of Yuanmen, the red flag was frozen stiff and the wind could not move.
Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there. The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a string of horseshoe prints on the snow.
5, at the beginning of the good author: Wen Tingyun morning Tudor, guest line sad hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have jingled, and people who go out for a long trip are still thinking about their hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are messy, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.
Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; Pale white bitter orange blossoms lit up the mud wall of the station. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of geese are playing in the round and tortuous pond.
4. Poems on tree-lined paths in winter
Unselected road
-Frost (The Road Not Taken)
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
Appear more attractive and beautiful;
Although on this road,
There are few travelers' footprints.
The leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
There are two roads in the forest-
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.
5. What are the poems describing the forest?
1, the grass on the tree
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The bird took the branches from the weeds, but got into the withered grass.
The ground is not so easy to be uprooted and rooted in the soil, and it will not die in spring.
Although the vegetation is ruthless, because mutual dependence can still exist.
Why do leaves and leaves on the same tree have different fates?
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The bird grabbed the branches in the wild, but strayed into the withered mulberry bush. Roots that are not deep underground and easy to pull up are born in different soils, but they will not die in spring. Although vegetation is ruthless, it can survive because of interdependence.
Why do branches and leaves on the same tree have different fates?
2. Fang Shu
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Xiao Yan
The green trees began to sway, and the fragrance was not a leaf.
When a leaf is in the spring breeze, Fangfang meets herself.
The colors are messy and the flowers overlap.
Overlap is unimaginable, and who can be satisfied?
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In a blink of an eye, the tree turned green, and the breeze blew, emitting the fragrance of the tree. This fragrance is not produced by a leaf. When a leaf goes through the spring breeze, all the leaves begin to give off fragrance, and the fragrance meets the air, so I am so drunk in the spring breeze.
Only when autumn comes, the leaves of trees will turn yellow and wither, the colors will fade under the oppression of autumn wind, and the flowers will fall one after another. Eyes full of yellow flowers. Don't think too much when you see such a bleak scene. How can people feel comfortable when they evoke the sadness of fleeting time?
3. wisteria tree
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are suitable for spring.
Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States.
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Wisteria hangs on the tree, and the vines in spring are so beautiful. Birds are singing in the dense leaves, and beauty misses its fragrance.
4. The courtyard trees in Shajiang Garden set the sun.
Yuan dynasty: Wu
Jiangting is far from trees, but light tobacco is flat. Among the green willows and trees is a horse. As the sun sets, the water village is crowded with people.
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The pavilion by the river is set against the sunset glow and the trees in the sky. On the flat sandy shore, there are clusters of fragrant grass and faint smoke. Pedestrians jumped off their horses and tied their mounts to Yin. As the sun sets, there are villages and people's home ownership houses.
5. Stay in Xinshi Xugong Store
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
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The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the tree are falling, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
6. Poems describing walking in the forest
1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.
2, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
The spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in the vast trunk is picturesque, and the green leaves in Yanwu, Ying Ge set off bright red flowers.
3. Sunset in the lonely village, Western jackdaw in the west, an old tree smoking, and a little Fei Ying. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
The sun has gradually set in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon has gradually begun to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting how lonely the quiet village in the distance is, dragging its long shadow. The fog was faintly floating, several black crows perched on the rickety old tree, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky.
4, the shepherd boy returned to the cow's back, and the piccolo blew out of the cavity. _ _ _ _ Lei Zhen's Country Night
The little shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow and went home slowly; Holding a piccolo, playing casually, without a fixed voice.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city.
7. Poems on tree-lined paths in winter
There is no choice-there are two roads in the yellow frost forest. It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time. I watched a road until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
But I chose another road, which is lush and lonely, more attractive and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on this path. There were fallen leaves all over the ground that morning, and neither road was polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back. Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: two roads diverged in a forest-and I chose the less traveled one, which decided my life path from now on.