1. Verses praising a city
Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran, the level of the lake in August is too clear.
The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to help without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage.
Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. (Praise for Dongting Lake) Text/Han Zhangkuo Nang Walking is a painful process.
Tired, hungry, cold, dark, lonely, a narrow road surrounded by cold walls. I touch the rough wall, leaving dirt deposited on the wall on my fingers. I want to touch your face with my dirty fingers, and then draw a beautiful mask on your face to make you an honest person.
You are an honest person living in the basement of a high-rise building in a city. You cannot see the stars or the moon through your low windows, and you can only see the dogs in the community. I went to see you in my most expensive dress, with countless sparkling beads, sheer tulle, and layers of lace.
I saw it outside a shopping mall window and felt like I would become a princess if I put it on. When I used the excuse of losing weight to skip meals, saved up money to buy it, and wore it to show you.
The look on your face that makes you want to vomit makes me realize that no matter what I wear, I will not turn into a princess. I am just a clown, posing to please you, and you laugh, but you are just laughing at me.
But I can’t tell the meaning behind your smile. I'm a stupid person.
I am a food addict. I spent countless nights eating all the edible food available in the house.
I looked at the solidified glutinous rice balls in the refrigerator. When the softness turns to cold, they will have a hard heart that will make you feel sick after eating them. I felt my soul smiling as I scooped them out with my hands and ate them one bite at a time.
After that, I cooked myself another bag of noodles, and with nausea, I continued to eat three bags of potato chips. I ate apples, oranges, drank milk and finally had bread.
I rolled around on my bed to let the food digest. Cold sweat was running down my face.
My sheets are very white, and my sweat slowly soaked them. It was a little painful, so it wrinkled its face with helplessness.
There is no expression you can see on my twisted face. I understand that pain is never an expression, just an action.
I will make breakfast for you with swollen face and eyes at dawn. I will always fry eggs to make the porridge super thick. I will carefully put it in an aluminum lunch box and ride a bicycle for 35 minutes through the city in the early morning to deliver it to you.
I will see you lift it up and dump it into the trash can with a smile. Then you return the lunch box to me and I will ride my bike home for 35 minutes.
I have never been good at frying eggs or cooking porridge because you never commented. You didn't say, it tastes too bad, please do better next time.
If you say it once, I will try my best to do it well. But, you didn’t, so I would repeat the same thing every time.
No one wakes up early in the city. When all the gorgeous lights come to an end, when the silence turns from the cracks of the cold wind into a poisonous snake to swallow your thoughts, what should you do.
I just looked at Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil" through the dim desk lamp. He told it in a clean voice: "A group of devils, like countless crowded parasites, loom large in our minds. Eating and drinking, accompanied by breathing, death flows into our chests, and the invisible river makes a low groan. "I finally discovered the reason why my mind was empty. It turned out that I had become the devil's food. I didn't know if the devil would vomit."
Will they just vomit in my brain, so my brain becomes dirty. There is a woman in France named Catherine Breillat. She likes to play with her body and desires. She screams and lets her desires reveal their true nature unscrupulously.
Women wrap themselves up and pretend to be chaste and fierce women, but in fact they are all sluts at heart. This woman thinks she is very talented. She has directed several films full of primitive desires, such as "A Real Girl", "Buddling" and "Sister Erotica". They are all women's desires. They smile stupidly, Just like a sow in heat.
Every time I watched it, I was eating. After eating, I would vomit in the toilet, and then I would continue watching after vomiting. I stayed in the room with the curtains drawn all day, not knowing whether the day and night changes existed in the outside world, and I just kept making myself vomit.
In fact, my most real purpose is to get those dirty things out of my head. Don't bother me, I'm cleaner than anyone else.
I like someone, but in his eyes I am just a fly, fluttering my little wings and flying around him. He was going crazy with boredom.
But he thought it was dirty, so he never beat me to death. So I live, in my dreams, always hoping that I can become his princess and be pampered by him all my life.
2: ALL BEAUTY MUST DIE Text/Syd I like loneliness. A person with the same name as smoked meat once said: People who like loneliness are either beasts or gods. I think I belong to the former.
I am a madman, a complete madman. I hate all beautiful things, they are all hypocritical and unreal.
There is a line in a Nick Cave song that I always admire: All Beauty Must Die. All beautiful things should die, they don't deserve to live in this ugly world.
They use their glamorous appearance to cover up their ugly hearts and perform hypocritical performances in broad daylight. At night, they will reveal their true selves, and their dirty and despicable souls will appear again. Dominated this glorious body. They would have sex with prostitutes in shabby little hotels, and they would drink bad wine in tiny bars.
I like ugly women, they are the most real, without any modification. Obviously, I hate beautiful women, and even more hate women who are ugly to begin with but insist on dressing themselves up to be glamorous.
That is a betrayal of humanity. I admire the Marquis de Sade and I am obsessed with Pasolini.
They truly vividly express the most primitive evil and desires in human nature, and ruthlessly peel off the seemingly normal and beautiful skin that covers the world. I live in a basement, which is cold, lonely, and dark.
I don’t need other people, I don’t need sunshine, I don’t need warmth. I was naked in the house, restored to my original self, the way I first came into this world.
I don’t know when I started to lose the pleasure of having sex, and I couldn’t be interested in anything. I like to lock myself in the house. 2. What are the poems describing "city"
"Looking at Yangzhou"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wen Tianxiang
Ruan Ji came to Guangwu, and Du Fu ascended the playing stage .
High emotions lead to generosity, and those who have gone before and those who come after will mourn.
When the Yangtze River left the Yangtze River, the copper camel turned into ashes.
On the twenty-fourth bridge month, the prisoner of Chu came today.
"Memory of Old Events in Yangzhou"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Zao
Chewing pistils and willow branches in the palace together, Yantai coolly admires poets' poems.
The beauty of the country and the fragrance of the sky are extraordinary, and the beautiful words of Qiongzhi and Biyue are good words.
I have always played with shadows and flutes and drums, and the mountains of Chu are so high and deep as the clouds and rain.
If you go to Linqiong during the day, it will be difficult for the parrot to avoid leaking its whispers.
The sorrowful greenery has been carved in the cage for a long time, and the misty clouds turn around.
I know from afar that holding a jade will frighten the eyes of everyone. Even if I have the strength to carry a mountain, it will be difficult to achieve success.
Dare to return and humiliate the Tie, Jin Yu hides her illness in the mountains.
As soon as the guest recited the duck hunting chapter, Dongjun Luhu set strict rules.
The sky is closed by the wind and the green fan blows. I listen hard while drinking and miss my husband.
The swallow in the building serves as a palm support, and I have long thanked my skirt for joy.
"Remembering a Journey to Chang'an"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Xu Wei
Reminiscing about the decline and prosperity of Guanzhong in the old calendar, arrogant extravagance requires caution and frugality.
The fire only burned the tomb of Qin, but the thieves never looked at Baling.
The bells and drums make people anxious, and it is hard to overcome the hatred of the replacement of princes and kings.
It is better to sit fishing in the clear stream and watch the moon, with your heart in the cold pool clear.
"Night Travel in Chang'an"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Xu Hun
Long-term visitors complain about the long night, and the west wind blows the sound of wild geese. The clouds are moving, the river is shallow, and the moon is shining over Huaqing.
Cover up and meditate alone, sing slowly to express your feelings. There is a way back in front of the door, which leads to Luoyang City.
"Composition in Luoyang"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji
Luoyang Tianzi County, Jingu Shichong Township. The color of grass invades the official road, and the flower branches emerge from the garden wall.
After the book was completed, he drove away the guests, and after the poem was finished, he became a man. Poverty and lowliness are none of my business. I travel to the west and think about self-improvement. 3. What are some poems that express love for a place?
Leshan Chapter 4 Xiaomei Xiaomei 001: Panama was so ambitious back then that she wandered far away alone.
Don’t be sad when you break up. Under the setting sun, the words are full of sorrow, but why are your eyes filled with tears? Who sings the mountains beyond the clouds? The singing takes me to sleep. Although we are thousands of miles apart, the sky never gets old and the earth never becomes barren. The moonlight shines brightly tonight.
Xiaomei 002: There is good wine in New Orleans on the Mississippi River. The aroma of the wine is gone, and I feel a little sad. The river flows quietly to the south, and the moon in the water is tender.
The shepherd boy followed me, letting the moon engulf the sheep and cattle. All paths lead to secluded places, and in secluded places, flowers bloom on the branches.
Xiaomei 003: In the dream of the Five Great Lakes, I asked the water of the five lakes again, I wonder when the wild geese will return? The idiot has no tears for this, so why should the wanderer be sad about this? Looking at North America, there are piles of beautiful things, and the annual spring breeze blows. The spring breeze makes people intoxicated, and people report the glory of spring just like intoxication.
Xiaomei 004: John Muir moved to the mountains in the past, just so he could listen to the rain at night, crying and complaining like his heart.
Countless, how much suffering can you dispel for me? What is the companionship after the rain? Osmanthus in August and chrysanthemums in September fill the house with holy fragrance.
It enters the heart and turns into thousands of tender feelings. Xiaomei 005: Washington has a new sky and a new earth, a new style, coming vertically and horizontally, galloping fast.
Splurge to your heart’s content and become popular for a generation. In the spring of March, climb to a high place and sing loudly to the world.
This life is destined to never give up, the pride is there, beyond the sky. Regroup and forget about old age.
The glory remains the same as before: seeking the safety of the people and protecting the country’s peace. Xiaomei 006: Why did all the heroes of Lincoln leave? The people cry and cannot be stopped.
Pieces of snowflakes are falling in bitter places. Who can hope for me in the snow? There is endless hope, and the road to the end of the world is endless.
The sea is at first calm and the sky is at first quiet, and war drums are heard intermittently. If you seek for the people, God will help you.
I sacrificed my life yesterday and forgot my death today: the love remains the same and the heart remains the same. Xiaomei 007: Roosevelt’s children of God are my brothers and sisters.
At a time when there are so many sufferings in the world, it is difficult to have a far-sighted view. Heaven rewards diligence with its ways, earth carries things with kindness, and people win God's favor by constantly striving for self-improvement.
Xiaomei 008: Let go of the past in the old town of Havana, and write a new chapter in the new town. Different people in different countries love different weather.
Black sugar and cigar smoke bring a new space. In the new space, people can enjoy themselves, be romantic and have fun.
Xiaomei009: How many rare treasures are there in the Queen Charlotte Islands? How many rare treasures? How great is God’s grace? There are only exquisite carvings of love, and no history and troubles.
Love becomes bigger, the world becomes smaller, saxifrage grows under the lilies. Spruce, ace, hemlock, hairy woodpecker.
Xiaomei 010: It was a dream to meet again in Brazil. Why was it too hasty to break up? You once sang a song for me, and I will sing a song for you all my life. I have wandered to the end of the world, and you are like the bright moon in the sky.
How many children shed tears of love? All in joys and sorrows. Xiaomei 011: The strong winds in Miami have left traces, and the great evil has left its mark.
As long as the scenery is picturesque, it is always suitable to escape the cold and heat. Coconut groves, swamps, still blue sky and blue water.
God’s waiting room in the past is now a holy metropolis. Xiaomei 012: The rock of Big Sur is easy to break but the heart is hard to break, the waves are raging under your feet, the waves are raging in your chest, and your ambition reaches the sky.
Traveling all over California is full of spring scenery. The geniuses of a generation, the geniuses of all generations, smile and look at the coquettishness of the world. Xiaomei 013: There is hope in Guyana and Suriname’s dreams, and there is romance in hope.
The seven continents are connected by a strange fate, and the continents and I are bound by golden orchids. Guyana and Suriname are singing and dancing for another year.
The song of the warbler calls me poems, and the dance of the swallow brings my smile. Xiaomei 014: Paraguay and Uruguay are infinitely beautiful in South America, and lovers are born this year.
Sitting on Brazilian red agate, nostalgic for Myanmar green jade. Paraguay, Uruguay, the mountains and rivers are all auspicious.
Singing and dancing took place in every village, and every household enjoyed delicious food. Xiaomei 015: Once upon a time, people in Las Vegas turned into lichen, once beautiful women turned into lions, and once when people’s hearts were in a state of uncertainty, they all came to the casino to look for change.
Together, enjoying delicious food, the past is fading like smoke. As long as you have God in your heart, there are olive branches everywhere.
Xiaomei 016: Torre de Paine Park is surrounded by glacial lakes and forests, and the waterfalls are as beautiful as today. Now I have entered the animation dream, the animation village in the animation dream.
The llamas, horses and llamas are friendly, but the hares and foxes are unsuspecting. American lions and flamingos are as affectionate as each other.
Xiaomei 017: A summer paradise in Minnesota waters, where wildflowers bloom and your heart wanders in fairy tales. Playful salmon dive below and cunning beavers swim above.
Who are you meeting? Who do you forget? With whom can we row a boat in the reed marsh? For whom does the moose dance softly? For whom does the loon sing softly? Xiaomei 018: The mountains, creeks and small courtyards in the coastal provinces of Canada are windy, foggy and cloudy. Red-haired Annie has curls in her hands and is placed in the small room of the Green Room.
White waves, silver sand beaches, and lighthouses protect Peggy's Cove. When the maple leaves are green, people are romantic; when the maple leaves are red, people are peaceful.
Xiaomei 019: The cliff palace in Mesa Verde Park, the cliff palace, once made a wish for love. Wishing for peace in this life and romance in the next life.
The spruce tree house and the sky inn were once dreams of love. The terraced fields in the dreamy distance, the splendor in the dreamy heart.
Xiaomei 020: Hundreds of thousands of people came to the stage in Rio, and flowers and ribbons were thrown out. Jazz rock refuses to give in, it is too arrogant, and it is lively from dark to dawn.
Samba girls are the most flamboyant, with fluttering hair creating a heat wave. Passion is burning like fire, and my heart is in a state of excitement. For whom is it soaring to the sky? Xiaomei 021: Jamaica is enjoying the sunset, admiring the afterglow, and Laiga music is filling the sky.
Royal Marine Golf, the night breeze blows on Bamboo Forest Street. Red Belt beer, Blue Mountain coffee, toast under the horse tree.
The trees, trees, flowers and fruits are all happy in Mengwan and don’t want to go home. Xiaomei022: How much passion is in Toronto? How many fires have burned? The village of Heixi is not small, but the main street of Baicheng is wide.
Lake Huron, Ontario, Casa Loma is not lonely. Go boating at Queen's Pier and watch the sunset on Queen's West Street.
Xiaomei 023: Vancouver has white sails like clouds, green trees, and a small village in the metropolis.
The white snow in spring has lasted to ancient times, and the mountains and rivers have flowed to this day.
Fairy tales are everywhere, joy is everywhere, and flowers are everywhere to welcome the New Year. Colorful Time House, Vancouver Dream.
Xiaomei 024: Montreal is a romantic love port and a chic love river. The romantic lake light and mountain scenery are unparalleled in the world and unique.
Great urban prosperity comes from great harmony. The Latin Style Arts Festival is intoxicating and enchanting.
Xiaomei 025: Ottawa tulips, reflecting the colorful clouds. An ice city is a wonder, a water city is a painting.
Flowers bloom in North America, and fragrance spreads to the ends of the earth, welcoming Eve. Xiaomei 026: The Calgary hot springs are filled with beauty, and the ice peaks stretch out.
The lakes protect lynxes, and the ice fields graze bears and lions. There are many deer and sheep under the Douglas pine, but few cranes on the white spruce.
People meet on the ski slopes, and they meet at the Stampede. Xiaomei 027: The only one in Getty City in Los Angeles, the only one in Hollywood, the land of freedom in the dream of freedom.
When you wake up from a dream, the flowers are fragrant. Dee. 4. Ancient poems describing the city
1 The moon in Chang'an, the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes
2 The incense towering into the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is filled with golden armor
3 The air is fresh on March 3, and there are many beauties by the water in Chang'an
4 I secretly hear the sound of singing and blowing, and I know it is Chang'an Road
5 Hundreds of houses are like a chess game, Twelve Street Like planting a garden of vegetables
6 The nine heavens open the palace, and the clothes and hats of all nations worship the crown of beauty
7 The Wei River collects the evening rain, and there are many new rivers everywhere. The palace and garden are adjacent to the bright mountains, and the cloud forest has a green sky
8 The locust trees dance in the wind and fall into the ditch, and the scenery of Zhongnan Mountain enters the city in autumn
9 The Chang'an Avenue is connected to the narrow path, and the green cows and white horses are fragrant. Car (Lu Zhaolin's "Ancient Meanings of Chang'an")
10 Chang'an is like spring after the snow, and the accumulated elements are condensed and even the dawn shines (Cen Shen's "The king of the temple department went to court early after the snow")
11 Selling wine on a road in Chang'an, once the building is a hundred feet high (Wei Yingwu's "Wine Shop Tour")
12 Jiucheng Road, Chang'an, the home of the five princes in Qili (Huangfu Ran's "Chang'an Road")
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13 Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of gates are opened on the top of the mountain (One of Du Mu's "Three Quatrains on Passing the Huaqing Palace") 5. What are the poems about "city beauty"
1 , "Chengdu Song" - Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The smoke and water are green near the west of Jinjiang River, and the lychees are ripe at the top of Xinyu Mountain.
There are many restaurants beside Wanli Bridge, where tourists like to stay.
Translation: To the west of Jinjiang River, the vast mist and water are green, and the lychees are ripe on the hillside after the rain. There are many restaurants near the Wanli Bridge in the south of the city. Who do tourists like to stay at?
2. "Early Departure from Baidi City" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Bai Di's farewell speech among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Translation: In the early morning, when the sky is full of morning glow, I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see Baidi City surrounded by colorful clouds, as if it were among the clouds. The scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, which is thousands of miles away, has been reached in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait echoed endlessly. While the cries of the apes still echo in my ears, the brisk boat has sailed past the endless mountains.
3. "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
One day I moved to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home.
The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
Translation: Once you become a derogatory person, it is like Jia Yi who arrived in Changsha and looked westward day after day, but could not see Chang'an or his home. The flute sound of "Plum Blossoms Falling" came from the Yellow Crane Tower, making Jiangcheng see plum blossoms falling again in May.
4. "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Translation: Good rain seems to choose the right time to fall in the spring when all things emerge. With the gentle breeze, it quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. Thick dark clouds shrouded the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire on a fishing boat on the river emitted a ray of light, which looked particularly bright. When daybreak comes, the damp soil will be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguan City will be a colorful scene.
5. "Moon Song of Mount Emei" - Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The half-cycle autumn moon of Mount Emei casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River.
The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you.
Translation: In front of the tall Mount Emei, a half-round autumn moon hangs. The flowing Pingqiang River reflects the bright moon shadow. Set off by boat at night, leaving Qingxi and heading straight to the Three Gorges. I miss you but it’s hard to see you, so I reluctantly go to Yuzhou.