2. Poetry about vision
About visual poetry 1. Poetry expressing vision
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -(Tang) Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Cold food is neither long nor short, and the spring breeze is neither ripe nor cold. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Cold Food Night with Pregnancy.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Chongyang drank the wine in the cup alone, and went to the river to take the stage when he was ill. -(Tang) Du Fu's September.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -(Tang) Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"
Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -(Tang) Gao Shi's Night Walk.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. -(Song) Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan
A year without firecrackers, spring breeze from send warm to Tu Su. -(Song) Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri.
When the storm is over, the sun will give birth to melancholy clouds, and polo will have nowhere to hang. —— (Ming) Beiqiong Dragon Boat Festival.
When the moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and closed in the Han Dynasty, the Long March did not return. -(Tang) Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"
The vast desert is solitary smoke, the sunset on the yellow river is round. -(Tang) Wang Wei's "Crossing the Kanto"
2. Poetry related to vision
Stork tower
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
Climb higher and you can enjoy more magnificent scenery.
willow
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wang Anshi's "Going to Guazhou"
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
& amplt； Peach blossom in dalin temple >
Tang Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I hate that spring has nowhere to go, so I don't know to ask it for help.
& amplt； Jiang nanchun's quatrains >
Don Dumu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
& amplt； This park is not worth visiting >
Burning Weng with pine leaves
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
& amplt； Jueju >
Don du fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
& amplt； Jueju >
Don du fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
3. sentences about vision
This road is very long, just like a long ribbon stretching to the horizon.
△ The moon rises silently from the middle of the river, round and shiny, like a silver plate. △ The moon like a jade plate hangs high in the light blue sky, and the moonlight pours down like running water, and the earth is silvery white.
△ I walked along the path in Liu Yin, only to see weeping willows, as if like a shy girl with her head down, stretching her gentle posture in the morning glow. △ The sun will glow and heat, which is a big fireball.
△ In late autumn, yellow leaves fall from trees like dancing Huang Die, and leaves are everywhere. △ Dandelion hairy seeds are flying in the air, as if to bid farewell to autumn.
△ Dandelion yellow flowers are gorgeous-small and exquisite, like some chickens, fluttering and laughing, so kind and lovely. △ The calm lake is like a huge silver mirror.
4. sentences about vision
This road is very long, just like a long ribbon stretching to the horizon.
△ The moon rises silently from the middle of the river, round and shiny, like a silver plate.
△ The moon like a jade plate hangs high in the light blue sky, and the moonlight pours down like running water, and the earth is silvery white.
△ I walked along the path in Liu Yin, only to see weeping willows, as if like a shy girl with her head down, stretching her gentle posture in the morning glow.
△ The sun will glow and heat, which is a big fireball.
△ In late autumn, yellow leaves fall from trees like dancing Huang Die, and leaves are everywhere.
△ Dandelion hairy seeds are flying in the air, as if to bid farewell to autumn.
△ Dandelion yellow flowers are gorgeous-small and exquisite, like some chickens, fluttering and laughing, so kind and lovely.
△ The calm lake is like a huge silver mirror.
Poetry about vision 1. Poetry about vision
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -(Tang) Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Cold food is neither long nor short, and the spring breeze is neither ripe nor cold. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Cold Food Night with Pregnancy.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Chongyang drank the wine in the cup alone, and went to the river to take the stage when he was ill. -(Tang) Du Fu's September.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -(Tang) Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"
Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -(Tang) Gao Shi's Night Walk.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. -(Song) Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan
A year without firecrackers, spring breeze from send warm to Tu Su. -(Song) Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri.
When the storm is over, the sun will give birth to melancholy clouds, and polo will have nowhere to hang. —— (Ming) Beiqiong Dragon Boat Festival.
When the moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and closed in the Han Dynasty, the Long March did not return. -(Tang) Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"
The vast desert is solitary smoke, the sunset on the yellow river is round. -(Tang) Wang Wei's "Crossing the Kanto"
2. Sentences about vision
This road is very long, just like a long ribbon stretching to the horizon.
△ The moon rises silently from the middle of the river, round and shiny, like a silver plate. △ The moon like a jade plate hangs high in the light blue sky, and the moonlight pours down like running water, and the earth is silvery white.
△ I walked along the path in Liu Yin, only to see weeping willows, as if like a shy girl with her head down, stretching her gentle posture in the morning glow. △ The sun will glow and heat, which is a big fireball.
△ In late autumn, yellow leaves fall from trees like dancing Huang Die, and leaves are everywhere. △ Dandelion hairy seeds are flying in the air, as if to bid farewell to autumn.
△ Dandelion yellow flowers are gorgeous-small and exquisite, like some chickens, fluttering and laughing, so kind and lovely. △ The calm lake is like a huge silver mirror.
3. Poetry related to vision
Cangshan covers the day, herons lodge, and the ocean drains the golden river.
But you have expanded your vision by 300 miles and walked up a flight of stairs. Liu Yongbiyu made up a tree-high green silk tapestry. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Li Bai thinks at night, and the foot of the bed is bright. Is it already frosty? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountains" stands in the autumn night after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" is a water room in Guazhou, Jingkou, only a few mountains away from Zhongshan. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple > The Life of Tang Baijuyi In April, peach blossoms in mountain temples opened.
I hate that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know where to go. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
It's not worth visiting the park > Ye Songshao Weng should have pity on his fangs and seal up the moss, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, two orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Du Fu in Tang Dynasty has beautiful mountains and rivers and fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
4. Are there any ancient poems related to "seeing, seeing"
Cangshan covers the day, herons lodge, and the ocean drains the golden river.
But you have expanded your vision by 300 miles and walked up a flight of stairs. Liu Yongbiyu made up a tree-high green silk tapestry. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Li Bai thinks at night, and the foot of the bed is bright. Is it already frosty? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountains" stands in the autumn night after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" is a water room in Guazhou, Jingkou, only a few mountains away from Zhongshan. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple > The Life of Tang Baijuyi In April, peach blossoms in mountain temples opened.
I hate that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know where to go. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
It's not worth visiting the park > Ye Songshao Weng should have pity on his fangs and seal up the moss, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, two orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Du Fu in Tang Dynasty has beautiful mountains and rivers and fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
5. sentences about vision
This road is very long, just like a long ribbon stretching to the horizon.
△ The moon rises silently from the middle of the river, round and shiny, like a silver plate.
△ The moon like a jade plate hangs high in the light blue sky, and the moonlight pours down like running water, and the earth is silvery white.
△ I walked along the path in Liu Yin, only to see weeping willows, as if like a shy girl with her head down, stretching her gentle posture in the morning glow.
△ The sun will glow and heat, which is a big fireball.
△ In late autumn, yellow leaves fall from trees like dancing Huang Die, and leaves are everywhere.
△ Dandelion hairy seeds are flying in the air, as if to bid farewell to autumn.
△ Dandelion yellow flowers are gorgeous-small and exquisite, like some chickens, fluttering and laughing, so kind and lovely.
△ The calm lake is like a huge silver mirror.
6. Which poems contain sentences describing visual and auditory feasts?
As a masterpiece of auditory feast, Pipa Xing also contains many poems with wonderful visual descriptions.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.