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Ancient poems:
Li Baitang, Chu Baidi City
Say goodbye to the colorful clouds in Bai Di. Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly. The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
Wanglushan Waterfall Libaitang
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Hui Chong Chunjiang Wanjingsong Sushi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
Du Mu in Jiangnan Spring and Autumn Period
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.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Song Xing Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Wang Tianmen Shantang Li Bai
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River. Clear water flows eastward behind this. Green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite. Lonely sails come from the sun.
Hua ti Xi Lin bi song sushi
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Bai Juyi in Mujiang Tang Yin Dynasty
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Zu Yong's View on Xuefeng in Central and South China
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
Wang Dongting Yuxi, Liu Tang
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Du fu in Tang dynasty
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Tang's "Mountain Vacation"
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Ye Shaoweng seen in the night book
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.
Mount Anshi, Wang Song, Guazhou
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Wanglushan Waterfall
The incense burner in the sunshine emits purple smoke.
Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan.
Flying down from an altitude of 3,000 feet.
It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set.
Wangtianmen mountain
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River.
Clear water flows eastward behind this.
Green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite.
Lonely sails come from the sun.
Good paragraph:
We have Mount Everest with thousands of years of snow on our heads, the vast Loess Plateau and Xishuangbanna with dense vegetation. In the south of Yunnan Province, it is one of the main residential areas of the Dai people. After liberation, Xishuangbanna Dai Autonomous Prefecture was established. There are endless North China Plain, Yellow River, mighty Yangtze River, virgin forests in Xing 'an Mountains, coconut groves and blue seas in Hainan Island, vast green pastures in northwest provinces and endless rivers and lakes swamps. ...
I love the land of our motherland! Strong winds swept it, hail hit it, frost and snow blocked it, fire burned it, heavy rain washed it, soldiers of foreign slave owners trampled it, and imperialist shells bombarded it. However, despite these hardships, it still exists silently. As soon as spring comes, it wakes up again and confidently presents a scene of prosperous business and blooming flowers.
This is the motherland's answer to the workers: bare mountains are covered with dark green robes, hills are turned into green stacks, valleys into vast fields, swamps into mirror-like lakes, mountains are stacked to show obedience, and violent rivers are willing to run. ...
The mountains of the motherland always have feelings for us. Every time we sing them a song, they always respond with equal loudness and enthusiasm.
I always wander in the world of China's classical poetry, experiencing the most subtle feelings, thought-provoking, sonorous rhythm, melodious rhythm, endless charm, and even more intoxicated by the poet's amazing description of nature. When I read proudly, I will unconsciously chant over and over again, carefree and fascinated.
How amazing the language of the motherland is! Every word of it is closely related to my life, with my heartbeat.
Even the simplest sentence can remind me of endless mountains, forests, cottages, fields, ponds and lakes.
Nature of the motherland often changes its clothes. In spring, it wears colorful clothes; Summer, covered with lush and light summer clothes; In autumn, it puts on a golden solemn dress; Winter is changed to white and simple silver.
The change of natural seasons promotes the growth of new things.
This is the news of spring: look! The branches turned slightly blue, and insects began to sound outside the window. I know that a new generation of insects are celebrating their new happiness in my familiar language.
Lush flowers and trees cover the ancient tomb, and moss covers the residual bricks and tiles. The world has changed, but spring is endless.
How soft, lush and full of vitality the green spring grass is! The color of green grass extends to the distant horizon that the footprints of spring can reach. ...
Grass can sometimes arouse many associations and reverie more than flowers.
In the early morning of summer, in the misty countryside, the girl walked barefoot, stepped on the crystal dew on the grass, walked to the silver stream and gently filled a bucket of water. Larks are singing in the sky, and the sun shines on the girl's bright red cheeks. ...
What a simple beauty of laborers!
In autumn, golden fruits are everywhere. Colorful yellow leaves reveal the slight tiredness of the tree.
On the clear autumn night, the feather clouds in the sky are like gauze, slowly dragged by the breeze over the Tianhe River, and countless grains of starlight twinkle in the Tianhe River.
Can't snow lotus get out under the ice peak and snow ridge? Do you think it is more beautiful than the water lily rippling on the blue water?
The night is about to pass, and every tree will stand on tiptoe and look to the east, looking forward to the morning. Sure enough, the red-faced grandson came out. It happily kissed every tree top, and its smile was golden.
Twilight lurches on the boundless Yuan Ye. Finally, I saw it collapse like a drunk and disappear into the night. When I get up tomorrow, I will see that it has disappeared without a trace, only the rising sun in the sky.
You may have seen the tiny shadow of the sun under the flowers, or the delicate tree shadow beside the vagina in the forest, but you'd better go deep into the forest and see the wonders of the arrow of light when the morning light shines in.
I have been away from my motherland for several years. In those days, I really can't tell you how much I miss my motherland. This memory is painful and happy. What hurts is the comrades who are far away from the motherland and the mountains and rivers of the motherland; Happiness is having such a great motherland that I miss it.
I often lie on the levee near the Yangtze River, listening to the sound of Jiang Tao patting the shore.
At first, it was just a drop of water from Koizumi under the snowy mountain ice rock, and then it gradually became a trickle between moss and talc, and then it jumped into a deep valley with white happy waves. It is growing and changing. One moment is a clear stream lingering between cattle and pastures, the other is a boiling and roaring waterfall, and the other is a mirror-flat lake that quietly reflects the blue sky and white clouds. Another time, it was a swift current between Chongshan Canyon. I don't know how many twists and turns, and finally it accommodates many clear and muddy tributaries, forming an endless and mighty river.
I also often climb mountains together.
We climbed the hill, looked back at the winding path, looked at the eagle flying under our feet, and lost the mood of shouting and whistling.
After climbing several hills, we saw higher mountains overlooking us. Climb the last peak, surrounded by towering cliffs, abrupt cliffs, rugged rocks and tall and straight pine trees. At the foot is a vast sea of clouds, and in the gap of the sea of clouds is a shrinking village, which is a path leading to the horizon like a hairspring. ...
We used to spend our holidays by the sea.
The green sea spits white waves, the blue sky is covered with a translucent jasper dome, and seagulls soar between sunny days and the sea. The sun sleeps under our feet.
And Huangguoshu Waterfall.
A few miles from the waterfall, I first heard thunder in the mountains and saw the fog rising in the forest. As I approached, I saw a torrent rushing down. Under the sunshine, it is like a hanging colorful flag, and the pearl flower is like a dragon spitting. The water rushed into the pool, causing boiling waves and sparkling blisters. Water droplets, large and small, floated up and down in the wind, like smoke and fog, like rain and dust, soaking people's sleeves. If there is a dangerous cliff above and a deep pool below, you can't stare. The noise was deafening, and the tourists were exaggerating and gesturing, but they seemed to lose their voices.
I have been to many famous mountains and rivers in my life, but what impressed me most was the stream in front of my hometown. In spring, the beautiful water is full, and the two holes in the bridge are like a pair of smiling eyes. The drizzle is like smoke, and people walk by with umbrellas from time to time on the bridge. On the other side, red cotton trees are in full bloom, swallows are flying around in the rain, and there are intermittent residual flutes in the wind. ...
The stream sang a happy song and ran away. It will hit all the cliffs and flow to the sea. Quiet mountain area, and then stay in the original place, watching the Ying Ying waves go away.
Once the running water is gone, it will never come back, but sometimes it will turn into one or two feather clouds and look at my hometown.