1. What are the sentences that describe the scenery along the river?
1. Watching the lights on the river at night is really spectacular. The street lights and dock lights lined up on both sides of the river are like a branch of thousands of people. Parade torches.
The sky is dark, and on both sides of the river, fishing fires are already racing like stars.
2. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. The water surface is initially flat, the clouds are low, and the water village, mountain and wine flags are winding.
——Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"
3. The spring river tide reaches the sea level, the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides.
——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
4. The garden is full of spring scenery, thousands of pear blossoms are blooming, there are many towers in the mist and rain, and the white sand embankment is green and sunny. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, and peach blossoms bloom in flowing water.
——Zhang Zhihe's "The Fisherman's Song"
5. Standing proudly on the high rocks, autumn comes. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky. The old trees stand gloomily; their singing can be heard in the microwave of fish scales and the autumn rain hits their faces. The setting sun is the wings of time, echoing the chirping of autumn insects.
1. The sun gradually fades over the mountains. Are those stars or fluorescent lights in the distance blurring my vision? The mountains surrounding the river are ethereal and looming. Being among them makes people relaxed and happy, and makes them daydream. .In the mist, everything is so elusive, and everything is so intriguing; everything is silent, only occasionally a long and sharp air whistle sound comes from the other end of the far river, breaking this suffocating silence. The night sky adds infinite tranquility. The quiet river water, in the gentle autumn breeze, is reflected by the lights on the other side of the river or the stars overhead, creating a picture of a quiet autumn night. The cool breeze makes every day Every nerve feels indescribable soothing.
2. In the past, I often walked with my friends by the lake in my hometown. The evening breeze seemed particularly friendly and free at that time! Sitting in the Half-Moon Pavilion by the lake, casually drinking jelly and watching the lights reflecting on the general ordering platform. Although it is not as majestic and spectacular as in the past, the antique and unique feeling easily puts me into a long-lost feeling. In a free and easy dream! On the lake, there are a few boats floating from time to time, adding a bit of movement to this scene! I am very casual in the wind; I am very free and easy in the rain; I am very nostalgic here!
3. The evening tidal smoke rises by the river, and the crows and crows sing in the trees.
Without cause, one is like a gardener with ten acres of spring vegetables and a quinoa staff. ——Lu Guimeng (Tang Dynasty)
4. Without the enthusiasm of the wind, there would be no waves of the sea. Accept the baptism of the wind and enjoy the embrace of the sea.
5. It’s like looking at the blue sea and expecting to see a patch of white sails. We looked at each other through the candlelight, and before the water vapor evaporated by the sun on the mountains had dissipated, the sun had set in the Western Mountains, like a country girl, with bare and sparse tree trunks and branches standing upright; while the yellowed leaves were The fields were given a withered color, but the stars in the Milky Way became more and more brilliant, crystal clear and transparent. 2. Sentences describing the scenery along the river
Poems describing the scenery in spring
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
——Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"
Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
——Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
——He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
——Du Fu's "Quatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new.
——Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
——Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
——Su Shi's "Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River""
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and mandarin fish are fat in the flowing water.
——Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"
The spring scenery is so full that the garden cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
——Ye Shaoweng's "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It"
The beautiful scenery of the Surabaya River is a new sight.
——Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
Thousands of miles of orioles sing green and red, and the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. Cen Can's "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-green. Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlit Night with Flowers on the Spring River"
When spring comes, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, you can tell how many flowers have fallen.
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat with clouds Feet low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is eastward, with green sun and white sand embankment.
Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" 3. In urgent need of beautiful paragraphs
Blues Melancholy (Prose Poetry) Part 1: Autumn Autumn is high, and under the water within reach; you In the distance, as close as the end of the world.
Loneliness drags a long shadow, like a long pole standing by the water, slanting across the clear waves. The lone wild goose flapping its wings in the wind is like a stone or a loud arrow that is higher than the sky, escaping into the vastness of the vastness.
Move the flower away from your lips, gather the light into the dark core bit by bit; hide the fruit in the missed moment. Overnight, the flowers bloomed and the white dew turned into frost.
Like a lamp in the west wind, like a ray of starlight in your flying long hair, the chorus of autumn crickets is swift and profound. The rotting grass turns into a firefly, this low-flying sigh, this light fluttering feather of life, makes the season stop in a sleepwalk.
"I will reveal all the truth at any time." Above the prosperity, the butterfly wings disappear into the setting sun, hiding into their own beauty and wandering.
In autumn, I will blow myself out gently. Blues Melancholy No. 2: Xiangjiang Like a blind child loving his first-born tears.
Xiangjiang River, I love the rainwater you collect from the sky, the singing of the liquid folded in the ribs, which feeds the vast wildflowers and stars on both sides of the bank. Water is the source of love, and love is the blue color of water.
The Xiangjiang River and the Mengjun who were born for the Xiangjiang River, in ordinary years, successively took out the blue flame, all the silt in the world and the quietly pregnant river clam from their hearts . This is just my wishful thinking of loneliness.
Choosing to live by water is like choosing a long-term love or suffering. The sound of oars and waterbirds beat their wet wings together in the blood.
The woman who draws water is like a butterfly who makes her home on a flower. She drinks water gracefully by the river in small sips. A drop of water, in the early morning microwave, conveys all the loneliness and affection of a river; the constantly permeating water vapor can nurture all the passion and tenderness of a river.
Just like the wooden ladle in my mother's hand, it can scoop up the setting sun that fills the river and the watch I wrote on the sunset; the small floating bottle can carry far away the old grudge or love that I have been entangled with a piece of algae for a lifetime. It’s autumn, Xiangjiang River! It's autumn! A river flows outside a river; a boat moors outside a boat; you and I wear the same thin clothes... Blues Melancholy Part 3: Mawangdui (original) Mawangdui If, you can Sprinkle more salt in the tear ducts on the edge of my longing. If you can add one more spring to the horses that carry the time, I can also marinate myself into a dried fish with amnesia. A desert of fragrant grass. If you can hang one more lantern on my surname that comes from a poor family, if you can leave one more silhouette in my old age when the snow is all over the sky, I will spend thousands of years and my last song covered with golden jade clothes covered with broken flowers. The scattered bones are wrapped in a huge white cocoon. The dream-like smooth body breaks out of the cocoon and turns into a butterfly. Whose lonely tears are the dewdrops on the petals? Protecting the eternal beauty of sadness in Mawangdui, in the empty exhibition hall, the naked porcelain is illuminated by the snow light, being grasped and broken by the beauty that is constantly blooming or dying, without touching a single sound in the world, turning sideways and rising in the dream The agarwood clothes that carry a rotting corpse to spring are still as loving as ever. Classic love moves away the vicissitudes of life. Blues Melancholy Part 4: Passing water and return. Passing water and return. The passing water will come back, will return to a wheat straw in autumn. The moonlight will come back, it will come back to the lyrical roof of cooking smoke, it will illuminate the childhood or love concert wrapped tightly in an old handkerchief, it will come back, it will come back to the piano cover cut by time. Injuring a fruit, the index finger and the helix of the ear shrunk in the broad robe, the flowers will come back, will return to the whirlpool of the smile, create an unexpected wandering or injury, the spring will come back, will return to the treble part of G major, cutting off the happiness of the earth. Or the sad night will come back, the dead souls who are sleeping or waking up in the dust spit out by the loosened gums during the day will come back, and they will return to the displaced ant colony to restore the quiet and white life on the porcelain. 4. Good words and sentences praising Tonghe River
Good words: The river is wide, the water is vast, the waves are roaring, the blue waves are deafening, the waves are rushing, and the green water is like a blue wave. The stream is meandering, and the stream is tinkling and gurgling. Flying springs are like snow, flying waterfalls, jade flying beads, splashing jade water curtains, hanging beads, fine mist, noisy like thunder, rushing water, clear springs, clear water, smooth as ribbons, like mirror beads, flowers bursting out, clear and clear, spraying beads, spitting out jade, mountain flowing water, a good sentence: That clear autumn water of a river , like a bright mirror made of jasper.
There are countless rocks and forests in the middle of the river. Whenever the waves gather there, thousands of horses gallop and make a noise. The waterfall rushes down quickly, like a piece of silver satin or a piece of light yarn. When the wind blows, it looks like smoke and mist, and the water drops fall like white plum blossoms like a light rain.
When the sky is blue, the peaks and mountains hang in the clear and transparent water, and the shadows of the rocks reflect each other. The lake is quiet, shining with beautiful luster like an infinite piece of emerald.
The river seemed to be boiling, with foam and waves everywhere. The brimming lake water rippled all the way to the feet, but then slowly retreated, like a loving mother patting a sleeping baby.
Wave after wave of the river is constantly washing the rocks on the shore, making them very smooth. The lake water is like shiny black velvet, glowing in the quiet night.
The lake water is motionless, like a tank of thick wine. The fishing fires and the bright moon shine together, reflecting the golden waves of the Wusuli River, as if there are millions of silver snakes swimming around.
The rainbow reflects the clear blue sky, and the cool breeze blows. The scenery on both sides of the beautiful Jialing River is even more moving. The Jialing River is like a piece of dark green satin, trembling in the moonlight.
The Lijiang River in front of us is like a black ribbon, emitting a dim light. The surging Jinsha River looks like a swaying golden dragon.
The sleeping Songhua River is still dreaming sweetly, snoring as loudly as thunder. When the breeze blows, waves will appear on the Yalu River, making a rhythmic splashing sound, like a piece of music, which is pleasant to the ears.
The Minjiang River is like a mother nurturing this vibrant land, watering crops and nurturing people. The river rushes forward in a turbulent way, like an arrow leaving its string, like a horse escaping its rein, or like a tiger emerging from the mountain.
The river breaks through the mountains and walls, rushing down with great momentum; the roaring river is like a waterfall hanging in the air, banging for thousands of miles. The river seemed to be boiling, with foam and waves everywhere.
The trickling water merges into the surging river; the river water is like slightly fluttering silk. Looking far into the distance, the river gorge is like the Milky Way in the sky rushing eastward.
On the vast river surface, the shadows of mountain-shaped towers are rippling in the smoke. The Yellow River rolls through the icebergs, cutting through the snowy fields, and it flows forward thousands of miles with difficulty and twists and turns.
The ancient Yellow River is winding, and the fertile Hetao is nestled in the broad and warm embrace of the mother Yellow River. The splendid Hetao culture has been nurtured here, and generations of simple and hard-working Hetao people have been nurtured here. The water of the Yellow River is like a group of horses galloping in a narrow canyon, crowded in the middle of the river beach, only 50 to 60 meters wide, and pouring down.
The ancient Sanggan River is covered with silvery waves and misty sunset. The Huaihe River is like an emerald ribbon, floating on the golden carpet of the Central Plains; and like a green jade ribbon, tightly tied to the giant's robe.
The clear blue ancient canal is like a beautiful blue satin, flowing slowly all year round. The reddish-brown river water poured down from the upper reaches of the gorge like a waterfall, hitting the rocks and splashing waves more than ten feet high, which was deafening.
The evening breeze beat the waves, and the soft sound of water sounded like someone shaking a silver chain, making a clanking sound.