Poetry about beautiful scenery

1. Poems describing the beautiful scenery

After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. (Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty)

I don’t know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away. There are no people walking on the ancient trees, and there is no clock in the deep mountains. The spring is filled with dangerous rocks, the sun is cold and the green pines are green. In the dusk, the music of the empty pool is used to calm the poisonous dragon. "Passing Xiangji Temple"

The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple compete with fragrant flowers. Fangfei: the flowers and plants of Mei Sheng. ("Late Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty)

The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. ("Spring Farewell Song" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty)

Since it is late to go to school in search of spring, there is no need to be melancholy and resentful. The strong wind wiped away all the crimson color, and the green leaves turned into shades and covered the branches. (Poetry of Sorrow by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty)

When does the east wind come to Luoyang, spring willows return to the banks of the Sichuan waves. (Five Poems for Sensing Spring by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty)

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. (Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Little Pond")

Purple smoke rises in the fragrant house in the sunshine, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream plummeted down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the sky. ("Looking at Lushan Waterfall" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty)

A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. ("Four Untitled Poems" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty)

The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow. ("Early Spring in the East of the City" by Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty)

Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, stretching from mountains to sea corners. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshine are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. ("Zhongnan Mountain")

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. (Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents the Water Ministry Zhang Shiba Yuanwai")

Thousands of apricot trees bloom by the river, and the wind blows all night. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves. ("Spring Outing Song" by Wang Ya of the Tang Dynasty)

There is no youth in the new year, and I am surprised to see the grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. ("Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty)

Spring is late when the swallows do not return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. ("Su Xi Pavilion" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty)

Sometimes it rains at three or two o'clock, and there are ten and five flowers everywhere.