Feng Zhi [Contemporary]
You said, you love this Yuan Ye.
A road full of vitality,
How many unknown pedestrians are walking?
Get out of these busy roads.
Yuan Ye in our hearts,
There are also some circuitous paths,
But those who walk on the road,
Most pedestrians don't know where to go;
Lonely children, white-haired couples,
There are also some young men and women,
And dead friends, they are all.
Step out these roads for us;
We commemorate their footsteps.
Don't waste these paths.
Precautions:
China ancient poetry database comes from the Internet.
A path with mottled trees.
The autumn wind is rustling and the trees are dancing.
A path with mottled trees swaying.
A dreamy orange light came on.
I don't know how to comfort myself.
Thoughts about your sadness and pain.
Had to let the lonely footsteps
Through the mottled shadows of trees
Fine-grained
As if stepping on your own chaotic mood.
You said you liked the path with mottled trees.
I like the orange lights on the path.
So I look forward to walking there with your waist.
No matter every night in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Let the wind blow your hair.
Gently brushed my face.
I left a faint fragrance on my face.
Great happiness fills my heart.
Slowly rippling in the corner of the eyebrows
It's another bright and windy night.
Dancing tree shadows again.
Hanging from an orange lamp.
Heart bathed in this wet night.
Warm thoughts make people almost forget themselves.
What comes to mind is your smiling face
as usual
Like the memory of autumn.
Put it in our poetry collection.
Everything happens in my dreams every night.
Only lonely footsteps tread the fallen leaves on the ground.
It's a little bleak.
Walking in the shadows in the moonlight
Singing songs written for you over and over again.
I can feel you through the night.
The same idea
Also bathed in the cool autumn wind.
The same idea
The path is also dotted with mottled trees.
2. This poem "Towards Nature" describes this road.
There are countless bright rhythms floating in the sky.
follow conventionality
The passage of time is sometimes like a song
When you're thinking here,
Happy times are like memories.
Stay away.
I won't miss you.
But I long for your love and comfort.
When nature is full of vitality
It's hard to describe my love.
Like yesterday's sunshine, today is like you at this time.
Keep me.
It must be summer.
A wonderful story matures in the rainy season.
Greet you like a spring breeze man
Surround you with a forgotten and locked heart
Say meet again after a long separation
Enough to make you cry.
Like an ancient road full of weather.
There is only one voice echoing.
Endless green connects Yan Yan's miles.
Will not stop.
Green is graceful, and red is delicate and charming.
It is grace that holds it up.
It's cold, it's fierce, it's lonely practice.
It is the pride of the strugglers.
Your warm world
Belongs to a brave man and an innocent girl.
Winter and wisdom
A cheerful bird belongs to a flowing stream.
The hot sun and the coast
Belongs to the pictographic olive tree
belong to me
And my favorite jungle.
When there are butterflies dancing on the green Yuan Ye.
Just like when you were a kid.
When the night lies quietly by the river.
Wandering like a dream
I'm looking for a long detour
When the fields of dawn
Someone walked in front of the bright spring.
When the wind blows over and over again
To help the silent wilderness
What arm do you touch this with?
Warm and elegant
I walked out of the years.
Follow the rut to the sunny hillside
run quickly
Expect swamp
Keep moving
That open heart is in the drizzle.
Show a charming vastness
The majestic mountains are under beautiful scenery.
Come with me.
A clenched hand with rough arms.
Wave the sun!
Jing Fang.
3. What are the poems describing the path? 1, lakes and mountains are better than Weng's, and the shady path is oblique.
Lu You: Seclusion in Early Song and Summer
Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.
The new crop of bamboo shoots has matured, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.
Explanation:
Lakes and mountains are my home, and the path of Sophora japonica Liu Yin is faint. When the lake overflows, egrets are dancing, grass is singing and frogs are everywhere. The bamboo shoots of the new crop have matured, but the brush flowers have just begun to bloom. When we met, we never met. Who mentioned it before we dreamed of having tea at noon?
2. September rice fork, firefly low flying diameter oblique.
Zhong Xing in Southern Tianshan Mountains: Li He in Tang Dynasty
Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is white, and the pond is full of water and insects. There is Yanyun root moss on the mountain, and the cold red tears are charming.
In September, the rice fork is deserted, and the firefly flies at a low angle. Stone veins and flowing springs drip sand, and ghost lights are picturesque.
Explanation:
The autumn wind swept, the autumn fields were bright and clean, the pond was deep and clear, and bugs were chirping in the grass. Mossy rocks, thick clouds floating. The autumn flowers with dewdrops are crying delicately. In September, the rice in the wasteland is uneven, and fireflies with cold light are flying low on the inclined path. The spring water seeping from the crevices drops into the sand, and the jack-o'-lantern is like a painted lamp in the grave, and the pine forest is dotted with flowers.
3, the door is connected with the grass, the horse drinks spring water and steps on shallow sand.
"Appreciating the King's Half-Day Village and Showing Li Mingfu" Tang: Lang Shiyuan
The village reflected the cold, and the original day was already oblique, and the dense bamboo returned to the crow early. South Changxi Road is a group of caves, and there are several neighbors to the east of Banjing.
The door is connected with grass, the horse drinks spring water and treads shallow sand. I wanted to invite my host Lin to dinner last month. I still miss the flowers in the county.
Explanation:
The afterglow of the sunset was scattered on the Yuan Ye outside the village. People in the village were smoking, and crows flew into the depths of the jungle early. The path to the south of the stream faces the mountains, and several neighbors to the east are still bathed in the sunset. There are lush flowers and plants on both sides of the path in front of the door, and horses are drinking their own sweet springs on the soft sand and mud. I really want to stay in Ji You's residence and enjoy the beautiful moonlight. I want to go to Li Taishou's place to enjoy flowers.
4, birds go to the plateau, the path is crowded.
Topic Song Ting Yi Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu
The mountains are far beyond the sky, and the country is in the East. Hamming saw it the day before and Jiang Bai heard the news.
Birds go to the plateau, people go to the path. Running away from the past is not in the five lakes.
Explanation:
The vast mountains are connected with the distant sky, and Zeguo is in the southeast, in the boundless smoke. How bright the sea is, showing a red sun, a mirror-like river, and the wind makes silver waves, making waves. The mountain road is steep, only birds can pass through it, and people are scattered, connecting winding paths to a secluded place. Old friend in seclusion, where are you in Zeguo? I've been everywhere, but I can't find your whereabouts.
5, stone chaos knows spring pharynx, moss shortage.
Self-scheduling of Spring Festival Evening in Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The ground is better than dust, and the body is idle. Yat sen villa winds over bamboo, and the moon is blooming in the middle of the night.
The stone chaos knows the spring pharynx, and the moss is barren and oblique. Tao Ran relied on gin, but forgot to stay in Shanjia.
Explanation:
Being in a beautiful place can make people forget those annoying worldly things; In your spare time, you will think of the beautiful scenery of the four seasons. In the clear night sky, the wind blows through the bamboo forest; It is late at night, and the clear moonlight shines on the flowers. The mountain spring flows in the rocks with a low voice. The path is crooked and covered with moss. I was so carefree that I forgot that I was in a remote family.