This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
An autumn night in the 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 Wei is in the mountains.
The stream is clear, the sky is cold and the red leaves are thin. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
Wang Wei of Niaomingxi
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wang Wei of Ji Xiang Temple.
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks. Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple. The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
Zhu Li Guan Tang Wangwei
Sitting alone in a secluded place (huáng),
I played the pipa and hummed a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear,
Except my comrade, Mingyue.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
-Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
-Du Fu's quatrains
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
-Du Fu's quatrains
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
-Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
-Zhang "Fishing Songs"
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
-Zhu's Spring Day
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.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
Seeking aesthetic novels! No romance! ! It can be slightly antique. It is better to describe the scenery in the novel with more artistry (such as describing bamboo forests and quiet alleys). ).
Leng Yue is like frost.
Biguishen
Chronicle of life
These are the thoughts of bandits and me.
phoenix blood
Qian Qiu Su Guangtong
Looking back, I'm a hundred years old.
The moon shines on people.
The above is the speaker.
Nanaya Si Nuo
Mirror image system
Ding Jiange Department Class Listening to Xuelou Class
Over Cang Yue. .
A sentence describing a bamboo forest deep in the mountains? The artistic conception of mountains, forests and bamboos ... write a few more words about fertile land going east and meeting spring again.
Grass grew everywhere in an instant.
The faint earthy smell comes from far away,
Leaning against the old horse and smelling the bamboo sound.
How's it going? Not bad ~
PS: Please take out the words corresponding to the number of sentences in each sentence and read them again, just ... Hehe ~
The above poems are purely original. If there is similarity, it must be a fake!
Fill in the blanks with poems. Some literati like to play the piano in the bamboo forest. The piano sounds sweet and elegant. Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once played in bamboo forests _ Baidu Chinese
Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Artistic conception is often eager for quick success and instant benefit, thinking that you can pick up the stars by raising your hand, doing your best for the unreachable goals that you think exist, and losing the fulcrum of soaring in self-restraint.
Often, my heart is full of worries, my dreams are soaring, and I am sleeping in sorrow and trouble with the fragments of struggle, but I can't find the direction to set sail again in self-doubt.
Young people have too many beautiful fantasies, boiling liquid, uninhibited ideals, regardless of their own weight, want to fly in Wan Li and compare with the weather. As a result, the runaway horse was lost in the vast ancient road, and the crazy heart was frustrated in the reality of the snowstorm. So I deeply understand that it is a small particle drifting in the world, and the wind and rain in reality control its direction. It is a galloping horse, and the reins of the times dominate it.
When the worldly fetters become a paper shackle, where will we go? Thinking of "I don't know in the deep forest, except my comrade's bright moon", I admire Gao Hua's poems. Write a noble life with the clarity of the moonlight. Whether drunk or drunk, elegant and rich, singing freely seems to be an independent world. Think of Ruan Ji, admire the "seven sages of bamboo forest" for their ease and freedom.
Find a pure music with a beautiful mood in the bamboo forest, and use some guzheng songs as epigrams, such as "The Recent Flower"
Asking for a tune and playing it on a flute is very artistic. It seems to be called listening to bamboo, not listening to the rain in a bamboo forest for 5 minutes.
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