1. A collection of poems about the small river
A complete collection of poems about the small river 1. A complete collection of poems about the small river
Yellow River, Tang and Five Dynasties - Luo Yin did not bring donkey-hide gelatin here It's hard to understand the will of God.
The interpretation of Yinhan Yingxu Qu is unclear only after leaving Kunlun. The great ancestor swore that the clothes and belts were small, and the immortals took advantage of the guests.
Who will be there three thousand years from now? Why bother to repay peace! Reading Twenty Modern History Poems - Wang Guowei Two clouds rise out of the sky, and the Nine-Meander Yellow River loops back around the earth. Since then, in the nomadic land, someone once called Fuxi.
Climbing the Stork Tower Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Zhihuan Genre: Five Wonders Category: Landscape The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level.
Liangzhou Ci Era: Tang Author: Wang Zhihuan Genre: Yuefu Category: Frontier Fortress Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
Chanyu looked north at Fuyundui and killed horses several times and mounted the altar to offer sacrifices. The emperor of the Han Dynasty is so powerful now that he refuses to come back and get married.
Lang Tao Sha Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Yuefu Category: The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are blown by the wind from the end of the world. Now we go straight up the Milky Way to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.
Now, Beidou returns to the south. If you take a break, you won't be able to take a break, and you'll have to wait until the third watch to see the sun.
Autumn Look Year: Ming Dynasty Author: Li Mengyang Genre: Category: The Yellow River flows around the Han border wall, and there are a few rows of wild geese on the river in the autumn breeze. The guest chased the wild horse across the sea, and the general Tao shot the wolf with his arrow.
The yellow dust is flying across the ancient road [2], and the cold war is often fought in the daytime. I heard that there are many brave strategies in Dao Shuo, but who is Guo Fenyang now? Two Poems on the Yellow River Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Qijue Category: Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, the sound of the vertebral drum ringing bell is heard all over the world.
The iron horses roared endlessly, and the barbarians moved in groups with their high noses. On the west bank of the Yellow River is Shu. If you want to feed your family, there is no millet.
I would like to drive the common people to wear the king, and throw away gold and jade with a cart full of books. Traveling to the North Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai Genre: Yuefu Category: The candle dragon lives in a poor family, and the light is still shining.
The sun and moon shine less than this, only the north wind roars up from the sky. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.
In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her. Leaning against the door and looking at passers-by, it is sad to think of the bitter cold on the Great Wall.
When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden tiger-striped sword. There is a pair of white-feathered arrows in it, and a spider spins a web of dust.
The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle now and never come back. I couldn't bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it. Crossing Hebei Era: Northern and Southern Dynasties Author: Wang Bao Genre: Category: The autumn wind blows the leaves, still like Dongting waves.
Changshan Lindai County, with pavilions and barriers surrounding the Yellow River. The heart is sad but the music is different, the heart is broken and the song is broken.
At dusk, the horses are approaching, and they have lost their way to Beishan. Sai Shangqu Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Yuefu Category: The Han Dynasty had no strategy, and the Huns invaded the Wei Bridge.
The autumn grass in Wuyuan is green, and Hu Ma is so arrogant. He was ordered to march to the western extreme and march across the Yin Mountain side.
The Yan tribe fell into the Han family, and the women were without beauty. Switching to fighting and crossing the Yellow River, there will be many things to enjoy when the troops are suspended.
The depression is thousands of miles away, and the vast sea is silent. Two Poems from the Temple of Shaoxi Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhenzong Genre: Category: Beautiful chants on Hezhou and virtues on Guirui.
The Huiyin still exists, and the pen is used to repair sacrificial matters. Shrink it to wrap the grass, and use it to wake up.
The spirit comes to visit Xin and brings blessings and blessings. Jiuquanzi Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun Genre: Ci Category: The Chu girl does not return, the building rests on the spring water of the small river.
The moon is bright, the wind is blowing again, and the apricot blossoms are sparse. The jade hairpin is slanted on the clouds and the servant girl is heavy, and the skirt is covered with golden phoenix.
Eight-line script, A Thousand Miles of Dreams, Wild Geese Flying South. Gratitude to the Emperor Era: Song Dynasty Author: Mao Pang Genre: Ci Category: Pavilion with green water and small river, Zhulan Bizuo.
Jiang Yuejuan ascends the tall willow tree. The painting building is misty, with all the curtains and curtains embroidered.
The moon knows my intention clearly and comes to meet me. The silver character plays the sheng, and the golden mink drinks wine.
A small breeze ruffles the sleeves. The thick smoke of treasure makes people thin with the smoke of mountains.
The dew is cool and the hairpin is cold, deeper and deeper. Gratitude to the Emperor Era: Song Dynasty Author: Mao Pang Genre: Ci Category: Pavilion with green water and small river, Zhulan Bizuo.
Jiang Yuejuan ascends the tall willow tree. The painting building is misty, with all the curtains and curtains embroidered.
The moon knows my intention clearly and comes to meet me. The silver character plays the sheng, and the golden mink drinks wine.
A small breeze ruffles the sleeves. The thick smoke of treasure makes people thin with the smoke of mountains.
The dew is cool and the hairpin is cold, deeper and deeper. 1. He Li Bai's "Farewell to Su Mingfu in Wei County for a Northern Journey" The capital of Wei came to Yan and Zhao, and the beauty praised Furong.
The water in Qi flows with jasper, and the boats and cars rush by every day. On both sides of the bank are brothels, and thousands of rooms are singing and singing.
The world is called noble and noble, and we meet each other every time we travel here.
Du Fu's "The Washing of Soldiers and Horses (written after the capture of Beijing)" Tian Jiawang hopes that the rain will dry up, and the cuckoo will encourage spring planting everywhere.
The athletes from Qi Shang returned to Mo Lai, and the women in the south of the city were worried and dreamy. The strong men of Ande stretch across the Tianhe River, but the soldiers who clean and wash their armor do not need it.
"Will Enter the Wine" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and rush to the sea never to return. Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my gold has been spent.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop.
A song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I wish I could stay drunk and not wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and had a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it at your discretion. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Part One of Wang Zhihuan's "Two Poems on Liangzhou" Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
2. What are the poems describing small rivers?
Poems describing rivers
1. The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds blow from the end of the world. ——Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"
2. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
3. The willows and willows at the head of the Yangtze River are springing up, and the flowers are blooming to kill the people on the ferry.
4. If you want to know how to say goodbye, think about this evening later. The Han River flows eastwards.
5. The mountains end with the plains, and the rivers flow into the great rivers. —— Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
6. The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward to this point. ——Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
7. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling"
8. If you want to cross the Yellow River and the ice is blocked, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
9. If fame, wealth and honor persist, the Han River should also flow northwest.
10. The stars hang over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. ——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"
11. If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. ——Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"
12. When I want to cross the Yellow River and the Sichuan is blocked by ice, I am about to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. ——Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult"
13. The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. ——Wang Zhihuan, "Climbing the Stork Tower"
14. Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
15. The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. ——Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
16. The Yellow River flows to the East China Sea, and thousands of miles are written into the mind. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Pei Shishi"
17. The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"
18. The endless falling trees rustled down, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. —— Du Fu's "Ascend the High"
3. Sentences to describe the creek
The creek is quiet, like a mirror, reflecting green trees and various wild flowers; she also It is lively and cute, with layers of scaly waves rising in the wind, dancing with the jumping sunshine, and the dance is as graceful as the colorful silk in the sky.
The morning by the river is charming. In the early morning, a thin mist floated on the river, and the morning stars in the sky were vaguely reflected in the river. In the gorgeous morning light, Xiaohe, who had just woken up, rubbed her eyes and curiously looked at the new things around her. The rising mist is like a white feather veil, gently covering the shy face of the Xiaohe girl.
As the sun sets, the sun casts its afterglow on the river. On the small river, here is red and there is green. Another gust of wind blew, reflecting the rows of neem and eucalyptus trees on the river bank, which were all chaotic and dark, like a drunkard, but they stood still after a while.
4. Poems about small rivers
1. The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds blow it from the end of the world. ——Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"
2. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
3. The willows and willows at the head of the Yangtze River are springing up, and the flowers are blooming to kill the people on the ferry.
4. If you want to know how to say goodbye, think about this evening later. The Han River flows eastwards.
5. The mountains end with the plains, and the rivers flow into the great rivers. —— Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
6. The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward to this point. ——Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
7. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling"
8. If you want to cross the Yellow River and the ice is blocked, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
9. If fame, wealth and honor persist, the Han River should also flow northwest.
10. The stars hang over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. ——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"
11. If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. ——Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"
12. When I want to cross the Yellow River and the Sichuan is blocked by ice, I am about to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
——Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult"
13. The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. ——Wang Zhihuan, "Climbing the Stork Tower"
14. Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
15. The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. ——Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
16. The Yellow River flows to the East China Sea, and thousands of miles are written into the mind. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Pei Shishi"
17. The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river. ——Wang Wei's "The Envoy to the Fortress"
5. Poems praising the small river
"Ascending" by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is blowing and the sky is high. Howling mournfully, the white birds flying back from the clear sand in Nagisa.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy.
"Bu Shuzi" by Li Zhiyi, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day.
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
"A View from the Wugongtai Temple in Autumn" written by Liu Changqing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
After the ancient platform crumbled, autumn entered the heart of homesickness.
There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the cloud peaks are separated by deep water.
The setting sun is still shining, and the cold chimes are all over the forest.
Melancholy about the affairs of the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today.
"A View of the Han River" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Chu and Xiang are connected to each other, and Jingmen is connected to nine schools.
The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful.
In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky.
It’s a nice windy day in Xiangyang, but I’m left drunk with the mountain man.
"Looking at Tianmen Mountain" by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and the lone sail comes from the sun.
"Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" by Zhang Ruoxu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow.
Whose family is in a boat tonight? Where can I miss the moon tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back after being beaten on the clothes anvil.
At this time, we are looking at each other but not hearing each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road is endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees in the river full of love.
"Walking at Night" by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The grass on the shore is gentle and the wind is blowing, and the boat is alone at night.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river.
It’s not like writing articles, officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls.
"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling" by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
"Farewell to the King on his Eleventh Journey to the South" by Liu Changqing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Looking at you, the smoke and water are vast, and the towel is stained with tears while waving my hand.
The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty to people.
The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes.
Who can see that on Tingzhou, the white apples are full of lovesickness and sorrow.
"Autumn Look at the Qingjiang River" by Cui Jiqing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
In August, the Yangtze River was sunny, and thousands of sails carried a gentle breeze.
Regardless of the color of the sky or the water, Yueyang City lies to the south of Dongting.
Two Nostalgic Poems on the Bianhe River
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Pi Rixiu
Original text:
Thousands of dragon boats carrying green silk boats will never return them to Yangzhou.
It should be that Tianjiao opened Bianshui River, and there are no mountains in more than a thousand miles.
This is the river that led to the death of the Sui Dynasty, and it still relies on Tongbo for thousands of miles.
Without the dragon boat incident in the Water Palace, Emperor Yu’s merits would not have been much
Green grass by the river
Dynasty: Han Dynasty
Author: Anonymous
Original text:
Green grass beside the river, lush willows in the garden.
There is a girl upstairs, Yingying, standing in front of the bright window.
E'e wears red makeup and has slender hands.
She was a prostitute in the past, but now she is a slut.
A prodigal will never return, and it is difficult to stay alone in an empty bed.
A dead fish crosses the river and weeps.
Author: Anonymous
When a dead fish crosses the river and weeps, when will it come back? Write a book and teach me to be careful when going in and out
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6. Sentences about Xiaohe
Sentences about Xiaohe Autumn , the river is as quiet as a mirror, smooth and smooth; as green as a flawless jade.
When the sun shines on the river, it is sparkling. It reminds me of a poem, "It is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy." It's so beautiful.
This is the river in autumn, a quiet river. The spring breeze blew to the small river, and the river began to flow forward slowly. The trees by the river sprouted, and the grass came out of the ground. From a distance, it looked green, and the wild flowers by the river also bloomed with smiles. The wild geese flying back from the south were playing by the river with the message of spring. The river was crystal clear, and the blue sky and white clouds were reflected in the river. White lotuses seemed to be blooming in the river. The riverside became colorful in spring.
The farmer uncle diverted the river water into the fields to irrigate the seedlings. There was a vibrant scene beside the river. The river not only irrigates the seedlings, but also nourishes the plants and trees in my hometown and nourishes the people in my hometown.
7. The poem "Little River"
Little River
Zhou Zuoren
A small river flows forward steadily.
The place we passed by was full of black soil on both sides.
It was full of red flowers, green leaves, and yellow fruits.
A farmer came with a hoe and built a weir in the middle of the river.
The lower stream has dried up, and the water flowing upstream is blocked by the weir and cannot come down.
It cannot move forward or retreat. The water just flows around in front of the weir.
To preserve its life, water must flow, so it just wanders around in front of the weir.
The soil under the weir was gradually washed away and turned into a deep pool.
The water does not complain about the weir, it just wants to flow.
It wants to flow forward steadily as before.
One day the farmer came again and built a stone weir outside the earth weir.
The earthen weir collapsed, and the water was just flowing around the solid stone weir.
Listening to the sound of water, the rice in the field outside the weir frowned and said:
"I am a rice plant, a poor grass,"
I like water to moisten me,
but I am afraid that it will flow through me.
The water of the river is my good friend,
He. It once flowed steadily in front of me,
I nodded to him, and he smiled at me.
I hope he can release the stone weir,
Still flowing steadily,
Smiling at us,
Flowing forward as far as possible in twists and turns,
Both sides of the place it passes have changed.
He was my good friend,
I’m afraid he doesn’t know me now,
He groaned in the ground, < /p>
Although it sounds subtle, it is so terrifying!
This is not like my friend’s usual voice.
When he was carried by the breeze and walked to the beach,
A cheerful voice
I'm just afraid that when he comes out this time,
he won't recognize his former friends.
Stride over me.
That’s why I’m worried here.”
The mulberry tree on the edge of the field also shook his head and said:
“I am tall and capable. Looking at the small river,
He is my good friend,
He brings me clear water to drink,
so that I can grow fat green leaves and purple-red leaves. Mulberry.
His formerly clear color has now turned into black and blue.
Years of struggle have added many spasmodic wrinkles to his face.
He just drilled down and had no time to smile at me.
The pool under the weir was deeper than my roots.
Born next to a small river,
the sun won’t wither my branches in summer,
and the winter won’t freeze my roots.
Now I’m just afraid of my good friends.
Took me down on the beach,
Mixed with the water plants he brought
I pity my good friend,
He is really worried about me."
After hearing the two words, the grass and shrimps in the field also sighed, each with their own worries.
The water just swirled around in front of the weir.
The solid stone weir still did not move at all.
I don’t know where the people who built the weir have gone.
January 24, 1919