Mao Zedong: The qilv "Lushan Mountain" flies from a mountain to the edge of a big river, and leaps onto the lush 400 whirls. Xiangyang looks at the world coldly, and it is hot and windy. A floating yellow crane is sent in the ninth heaven, and white smoke rises under the waves. Ling Tao doesn't know where to go. Can you farm in Taohuayuan?
In Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village, we watched the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of distant mountains.
Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village is a village without doubt.
How "Song Liu" jasper decorated trees, thousands of strands of moss tapestries hanging down.
Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" is bleak in the autumn wind, and Hongbo surges.
Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea" is full of trees and grass.
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2. Poems describing the forest The poems describing the forest are:
1. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.
2. Birds sing in the shade, deer and cypress.
3. Jet Sese, Su Hui, Emerald Cotton Forest
It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue.
5. Clear water and clear stones can be counted straight, and there are no birds in the forest.
1. Forest is an area with high density of trees. These plant communities cover a large area of the world and play an important role in reducing carbon dioxide, animal communities, hydrological turbulence regulation and soil consolidation, which is one of the most important aspects of the earth's biosphere. Forests include arbor forests and bamboo forests. Forest is a surface biological community mainly composed of trees. It is rich in variety, complex in structure and diverse in functions.
2. The full text of the above poem is as follows:
(1) Enter Ji Wang in Zoigesi.
What's average? Empty water. 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.
(2) The land journey of "Mountain Living Rhyme"
Birds are singing in the shade of forests, deer and cypresses. Alas, I am a fool. My servants are chasing after meat and millet. Pity the kite's shoulder and cover it with shame. The difficulty is still in the mountains, and I want to raise my own livestock. Set foot on Xixi and build a house in the North Valley. The light is always hidden, and the jade touches the vulgar eyes.
(3) Cai Xiji, entitled "My Brother's Title on the Regime of Weinan Governors"
If you are at home, why bother to retreat? If you don't go abroad, you will be depressed.
Xuan cars come and go, and the name is clear. Sichuan will fish for jade, and the township pavilion will sprinkle gold.
Su Hui spouts wrasse, emerald cotton forest. I used to be obsessed with poetry and calligraphy and would rather work hard.
My brother, Xu, wasted his way to find each other. Celebrate old clothes in the morning and relax at night.
The article praised the beautiful scenery in the distance, which added to the admiration. I'm looking forward to it. I won't be able to live in Lu Chen tomorrow.
(4) Zhu Wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
(5) Su Shi's "La Ri Gu Shan Visits Two Monks' Meeting Temple"
It will snow, the clouds will fill the lake, the towers will be bright, and the mountains will be gone. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest. I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road. Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying brown. In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks. I was so happy when I was swimming, and I felt like a dream when I got home. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.
3. Modern Landscape Poetry (Golden Woods) 1. Fog is like a dream.
Mist will light up the fields.
Villages and trees are faintly visible in the distance.
I accidentally stepped into a dream.
On the other side, there is a beautiful woman.
The breeze brushed the ends of my hair.
The earth is full of silence and emptiness.
The green wheat seedlings are quietly jointing.
A hibernating heart wakes up in a dream.
Second, the fog is boundless.
After a long journey in a distant dream
Meet in the foggy sky.
The world is confused and all is silent.
Holding hands silently
Walking in the silent time and space
There is no information in spring.
The cold wind is still biting
Field ridge at the foot
Like the winding Great Wall.
Look up at the invisible sun
Listen to the inaudible birds.
Young green wheat seedlings
Trembling at one's feet
Very vague expectations
Vague hope
Be piously sown in
In the generous chest of the yellow land
Third, remote delivery.
You sent it to me remotely.
This is what I want to send to you remotely-
Snow-white feelings crashed into a powerful voice.
The forest is surging, the valley is roaring, and the sea is stirring.
How brilliant the sun is when the mist clears instantly.
The sky is high and the land is vast.
You told me.
That's what I wanted to tell you—
The river is frozen and looks very cold.
Potential enthusiasm is rolling in.
The waves have long withered because of frivolity.
It is a long history that makes wine mellow.
You gave it to me.
Just what I wanted to give you—
A warm fire on a cold night
Chrysanthemum morifolium beside dead branches
Clear spring in the desert.
Beautiful singing in the birdcage ...
Fourth, chapter break.
( 1)
Swallows cut through the slightly drunk spring breeze.
Take a kite from the past.
I feel like a string.
Dragged by a kite for a long time.
(2)
The feelings of snow once floated in the night.
The feeling of dreams once pervaded the kiss.
Now they're being framed.
Set in a beautiful photo frame.
Hanging in the most eye-catching place in my life
(3)
It is the snow in the distance that is melting quietly.
What is drifting away is the fog of the past.
No drift and melting
It's the feeling of dreams, it's the feeling of snow.
A poem describes that gold is a tree with thousands of spring breeze, softer than gold and softer than silk.
-Tang Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi Ci.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
-Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
It comes from the Milky Way in the blue sky, but it is a golden breeze.
-Li Shangyin's Seven Nights of Wesin.
The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light.
As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful.
When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun.
The rosy sunset glow dyed the river into magnificent golden waves, and several returning boats floated on the sea like shaking broken gold.
The red sun hangs in the west, and there are layers of golden ripples on the sea. The sun went down, leaving only a faint rouge color in the western sky.
A poem about gold has thousands of spring breeze, which is softer than gold and softer than silk.
-Tang Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi Ci.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
-Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
It comes from the Milky Way in the blue sky, but it is a golden breeze.
-Li Shangyin's Seven Nights of Wesin.
The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a melting pot of boiling molten steel, and generate shines with dazzling golden light.
As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.
The towering mountains in the distance, covered with golden coats in the sun, are particularly beautiful.
When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog spreads like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sun.
The rosy sunset glow dyed the river into magnificent golden waves, and several returning boats floated on the sea like shaking broken gold.
The red sun hangs in the west, and there are layers of golden ripples on the sea. The sun went down, leaving only a faint rouge color in the western sky.
6. What are the poems describing the forest? 1, the mountain wind blows the empty forest, like someone whispering.
Walking in the Late Autumn of the Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
The tired horse was sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun had set on the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.
It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road. Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning.
The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither. Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.
Explanation:
Tired horses are sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun has fallen to the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest. Cold rain began to fall in the boundless sky, and there was no dust on the bluestone pavement.
Thousands of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and the voices of all things lament in the bleak morning. The thrush was still singing last night, and the grass had begun to wither. Besides, as a stranger from afar, I will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.
2. The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue.
Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Mo Yan Ruzhi Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad.
The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion. (Even a short pavilion: a shorter pavilion)
Explanation:
In the distance, the twilight smoke over the forest is shrouded in mist, still a sad green and blue. Night pervades the boudoir, and some people are alone upstairs. On the jade steps, looking at the sky stands. The homing bird flew away at the urging of homing. Where is my return trip? Only the long pavilion on the road is connected with the short pavilion.
3. Fenglin is red, smoky and blue, and full of gulls.
Youth Tour Lin Fenghong Evening Smoke Blue Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
Explanation:
Maple is red and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, a water town that lives and works in peace and contentment, full of exile and sadness everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.
4. Smoke fills the forest, the mountains are far away, and the bells and drums ring at dusk.
Tianxiang Luo Yanheng Lin Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Cooking smoke fills the forest, distant mountains sink, and bells and drums ring at dusk. Candles reflect the curtain, flies remind the machine, and * * * bitter cold autumn wind dew. Sleepless thinking about women, Qi Heying, and several anvil pestles. Disturbing the world's tired officials, life is old.
In those days, drunkards were conceited, called Dong Jun, and paid with spring. Wandering in the north road, visiting Nanpu, I hate no one to talk to. Lai Yue Ming, who once knew this old place. If you follow the clouds, you will leave in your dreams.
Explanation:
Smoke enveloped the Woods, the sunset fell into the distant mountains, and the bells and drums sounded intermittently in the evening. Candlelight shining on the window seems to remind us that everyone hates the dew in the clear autumn. Those poor homesick women who can't sleep send an anvil in the wind and insects. The sound alarmed the tired travelers wandering around the world, only to find that it was the end of another year.
I used to be conceited because of drunkenness, thinking that the god of spring had paid for the beauty of March. Unexpectedly, I wandered around North Road all the year round, sometimes leaving Nanpu by boat, and no one poured out my deep thoughts. Rely on the bright moon to know where she went in the past, bring her to me and send her there.
The leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
On the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Explanation:
It is very sad that there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.
7. Poems about the forest After a spring rain, countless young plants spread their leaves in the sun, making the earth just out of winter full of vitality.
On the vast land, the endless green forest has become the most magnificent life landscape, which also makes the earth look particularly beautiful and affectionate in the infinite universe. In spring, the forest is brand-new and everything is revived, just like an arena of life, full of vitality and surging desire for life.
In summer, the forest is dense and noisy, and life grows uncontrollably under the urging of high temperature. Creation and dedication constitute the main theme of summer forest.
The forest in autumn is full of poetry. It is a bumper harvest forest, a touching and intoxicating forest. This is a colorful art forest.
It's quiet in winter, and the forest seems to be sleeping this winter. However, we never thought that trees and trees would form the simplest pattern in front of us through silent dialogue.
There are remnants of snow on the branches, which are heavy and crystal clear. It seems that as soon as I raise my hand, I will fall one after another. Ice is hung on the crisp branches, which is a gift to the forest in winter.
Thousands of stout trees plunge into mountain crevices, break rocks and create soil, that is, open up homes for life dependent on soil; The forest is sheltered from the wind and rain by dense branches and leaves, creating a suitable living space for all life entering the forest. The tune of "The Whistler in the Forest" is an elongated equal sign. The red and white flags in their hands command the fallen trees. The forest groaned and lined up behind the equal sign. The known answers are horizontal or vertical. Watch out for that heavy car. "Sixteen-year-old voice with a phone at one end and a cable at the other. This is a day without season. When the days are sown, they grow into bacteria and grow into slender acacia grass under the bed. Foxes who escape from the series always draw malicious symbols on the track. Those footsteps outside the forest are separated by mountains, and the restless life is indifferent. Without Cinderella's fairy tale belief, the sun is a legend of the times. Light and red are totem badges, so we guard every day with young faith, with bonfires, with silent flying snow, with mountains and moons, with the silhouette of youth, with the wind of October, with a beating long hair that is ignorant at noon, and become a thorny coriaria, but the stars in the sky are cold and full of brilliant arrogance. A woodcutter died, the sun hid and fled, and the wind ran down the mountain with the last sound, er-watch it again. In the joke a minute ago, you said that the steamed bread with iliac teeth was the reason why the thin wife who came to visit relatives didn't sleep last night, but the rush of time was like the collapse of the Millennium treetops. That's not a full moon. Why didn't you keep the promise made in 15? You said that the two-year-old baby and your ugly daughter-in-law in your hometown in eastern Sichuan are waiting for you to bring back the cotton-padded jacket for the New Year. Your thick lips used to be a happy home for a group of single men. Last night, you were still talking about your new apprentice, seventeen or eighteen, still thinking about the forest.
At that time, acacia turned into black soil, carved itself into a mountain rose, smiled casually, watched the tiptoe of the wind dance, slipped over the cliff and fell into silence ... The disappearing forest only gave birth to weathered memories. Creeping axe saw cold, laughed at with yellow, dismembered his body, and his teeth were bitten, and his brilliant life was missing.
Occasionally, I looked up and stared at the last snowflake in the sky, turned into tears and fled into Halley's comet. The ancestors of mushrooms declared the mushroom tribe extinct, the bones of the doe and the male leopard became eternal, and civilization became sword of vengeance. Its fierceness and enthusiasm are endowed by ancient westerners.
The eagle's feathers were shattered, and the sun's blood flowed all over the mountains and plains. Only the last painter on the earth stretches his black figure and easel in the orange of the earth, waiting for hundreds of millions of years of unknown mature thinking and writing the origin of life for the second time.
8. What are the ancient poems about forests? 1. What's so general, empty water * * * leisurely. 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. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. -Wang Wei's bamboo house
It will snow, the clouds will fill the lake, the towers will be bright and the mountains will be gone. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest. I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road. Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying brown. In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks. I was so happy when I was swimming, and I felt like a dream when I got home. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost. -Su Shi's Interview with Two Monks Huisi in Lari Gushan.
4. The flat forest is vast, the haze is vast, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad. The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion. -Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man
5. Hey, hey, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei. Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. It turns pale when you smell it! The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys. You've come a long way at all risks! Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? . There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night; With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice! -Li Bai's "Difficult Road to Shu"
6. Like snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up. I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning. When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl. I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave. Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
7. Emei is higher than the western polar sky, and Luofu is connected with Nane. The famous public thought that waving colored pens would drive the mountains to the sea to focus on it. The hall is green as a sweep, and the red city is full of smoke. Dongting is fragrant with misty clouds, and there are three rivers and seven rivers. In rough places, lonely boats will get lost in the new year. The sail did not move or rotate, and it floated like falling into the sky with the wind. My heart is shaking and my eyes are broken. When can I climb to the top of the three mountains? The west peak is a towering fountain, and the rocks and water are rippling. The east cliff is foggy, and the deep forest is empty. Here, day and night are lost, silent and cicada-free. The following feather guest is, sitting quietly is Nanchang Xian. Zhao Fuzi, a fairy in Nanchang, was a genius last year. -Li Bai's "Dangtu Zhao Yan Shaofu Powder Map Landscape Song"
8. In the distant cold mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people deep in the white clouds. (Deep work: where to live) Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
9. No one asked the fallen petal outside the door, Ran Ran is all over the world. The orioles in the Woods stopped crying, but came to the pond covered with grass alone to listen to the frogs. -Cao Qian's "Spring is bursting"
10. It's snowing, the lake is full of clouds, and the balcony is out of sight. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest. I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road. Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying brown. In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks. I was so happy when I was swimming, and I felt like a dream when I got home. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost. -Su Shi's Interview with Two Monks Huisi in Lari Gushan.
1 1. Birds are singing in the shade, and deer are planted in cypress trees. Alas, I am a fool. My servants are chasing after meat and millet. Pity the kite's shoulder and cover it with shame. The difficulty is still in the mountains, and I want to raise my own livestock. Set foot on Xixi and build a house in the North Valley. The light is always hidden, and the jade touches the vulgar eyes. -Lu You's "Mountain Rhyme"
12. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
13 .. Gao Dong looks at dusk, and migration depends on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. -Wang Ji's Wild Hope